Avoiding the plague.
Listen up, body.
You will not get sick. You will not get sick. You have smoochin' to do, and the whole being sick thing would totally get in the way said smoochin', so do not get sick.
Sincerely,
Your loving occupant
I had a sore throat earlier in the week, which I though was simply due to the fact that Baltimore weather can't decide if it wants to be 20 degrees or 70 degrees, and as such has been yo-yoing between them. I made a note to get enough sleep-- and I've totally gotten at least 7 hours a night for the last week, even if the dreaming has been unusually fitful. This morning, I woke up with the dreaded runny nose and the first signs of what I can only imagine Botox feels like-- I'm stiff-but-rubbery, and I can't really make facial expressions. Nothing too awful yet, but still a sign of grosser things to come if I don't nip it in the bud now.
Therefore, this morning found me forking over my right arm for some Blockade (which my hippie pharmacy assures me is better than Airborne) and a box of Emergen-C. By the by, strawberry Emergen-c tastes like drinking Bonne Bell lipgloss.
More positive things: dinner at Agnes's was good. Got to see some friends and acquaintances, got to make tentative plans for hangouts with new friends. Missed Lost and Supernatural (woe!) but alas, this is why God made torrents. However, I am prepared for douchey community posts by SPN fans that lament if you spent time with loved ones last night instead of watching, then you don't care enough about Our Show and that's why it will be cancelled. Because SPN fans are crazynuts.
Made some great supply purchases in the past week: hessonite garnet briolettes, red garnets, midnight blue chalcedony, ametrine, lots and lots of new gears. Will likely get some awesome peridot, rutilated quartz, and tourmaline once my tax refund gets deposited in my account. All orders that did not require tweaking have gone out, all orders that needed customization are going out today, and supplies have arrived for my latest round of commissions (excluding Cherie's lotus necklace). So I'm all set for next week's work.
Counseling is being cut back to once a month, as my counselor told me that I'm pretty solid now and keeping up weekly sessions at this time would more or less be a waste of my time and money. I agree-- I worked through the immediate issues and got the chance to take a good, sustained look at a lot of the familial/childhood stuff that played into them. In his words, I've blossomed since the breakup, and right now I'm dealing with the landslide of good stuff that's come into my life since then -- ie, balancing personal time vs. creative time vs. social time, dating, etc. We're eventually going to start working on life path stuff and The Bigger Picture-- which I've got inklings of and am pretty optimistic about. So that's good. The positive changes are starting to be evident in my life, and I'm definitely on the right track.
And I read my Valentinr mailbox. I love that some of you forgot and did it twice. Also, I got some good anonymous ones, plus one signed "your favorite manpillow." So thanks, guys. :)