Monday, January 31, 2022
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Monday, January 24, 2022
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Saturday, January 22, 2022
i've been up a little while
headache and backache continuing
new swollen glands in neck
not painful
i really don't know what's up with me
i feel like i'm sick
but
not bad sick
so
i don't know if i have covid. or what
mom has still not checked in
my teeth hurt
i think i was grinding my teeth or clenching my jaw in my sleep
and my anxiety is way up
i love you very much
Friday, January 21, 2022
still alive
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
Chapter 2 (not finished with chapter)
I suppose the gold standard would be to start at the beginning. The problem is I can't locate the beginning.
I mean, there was a point in the past when things seemed to make more sense. The problem is that it didn't, not like in an absolute sense. There's always a point a little further back where things seem to make a little more sense. Did it, though? I think the world has only ever made sense within the framework of set expectations and seeing what you expect to see given those expectations.
I've just about decided that all of that is an illusion anyway. The sense that things seem to make, it's only within some limited framework that someone can convince you is true. Like the belief you perhaps had that your parents know everything and you can trust what they tell you to be true. That's more or less true. More in that they know more than you do as a small child. More in that most of what they tell you they at least believe to be true. There are all those exceptions though like they didn't know the answer and they didn't want to look it up so they just kind of guessed but you thought it was true until the point at which you realized oh crap I believe things that are wrong. That's a less scenario. Maybe that less scenario causes you to answer incorrectly in class and causes you some embarrassment. Maybe it's just some little thing you jenga into your entire big picture of the world. If it gets pulled out unexpectedly, or if you discover you need to pull it out, it's near the base, since you got it young, and perhaps the entire picture becomes unstable. So see, more or less.
Also there's a whole category of things they tell you that they know to be untrue as they are saying them, but they're maintaining the fantasy-- for your sake. An example of this might be Santa Claus. However, if you think about it, I think you'll realize it goes much much further than that. There are also truths your parents tell you about things that have to be taken on faith. Not just religious truths. Normative reality. Societal truths that might actually be true for you right now, but that you shouldn't expect to stay true if your conditions change even a little bit. No one really adequately explains the changeable nature of truth.
So since I'm not sure that I've ever really known what was going on, and I am highly dubious that there has ever really been a point which could conclusively stand as the point of beginning, unless I go back to my birth which would be at least my beginning, but I don't remember it. Maybe this is all a very silly windup to say that any beginning is purely arbitrary. Maybe that's just an excuse for choosing an arbitrary beginning. To-ma-to, to-mah-to.
rough draft chapter 2 (not the whole chapter)
Monday, January 17, 2022
Sunday, January 16, 2022
more Chapter 1
So maybe you understand the way the pandemic has been for me a little better. It's a category of sickness that never passes me by. Sometimes when cold and flu season sweeps through my work group I catch it right away, then by the time it has worked it's way through everyone else, it has mutated enough for me to catch it again. Just months of sickness. Not bad enough for me not to work. Still, months of dragging myself around. What all those seasons didn't have, that this one did was an actual fear of death. I did have a flu once that made me understand how people died from flu, but I was never afraid that I would actually die. Also, now the doctors, who normally pretended that they knew what they were doing, really didn't know what to do. So I just knew that if I got this stuff I would absolutely die.
I'm not claiming, at this point, to be completely sane.
So when I say I came downstairs into another world. I don't know exactly what I mean. I just know that that was my sense of things. The scent of tomato plant was less like a symptom and more like a sign.
I'm a little uncomfortable talking about signs. Even when I'm in a state which I feel pretty securely looks sane from the outside. When you start talking about signs. People think you're crazy.
Saturday, January 15, 2022
Chapter 1 continues
Of course none of this precludes the possibility that my olfactory hallucination is based in purely physical malfunction. I could have. There is a long list. However, I consider this to be much less likely, or, at least, a much less likely to be useful area of focus, because it's much more of a one point on a line situation. I could, sure, have a brain tumor, but is it likely? They don't run in my family, I'm not like low key worried about brain tumors, and, anyway, the only way to check for that is to run expensive tests or rather to have professionals run expensive tests. I'd rather wait until I have at least one more point on the line, and, honestly, probably two more points on the line, before I start making my next step: go to the doctor. I believe this to be logical and practical, but I'm not entirely certain that I should pat myself on the back because those attributes do not describe the true root cause. I have a distrust and aversion to doctors.
Had the list included something like: zinc deficiency; it is quite likely that I would have increased my intake of zinc rich foods, or, more likely ordered a supplement. Had the list included something like: excessive cheese consumption; I would have cut out cheese for a couple of weeks, and then decided that unexpected smells are part of the spice of life. Why deprive oneself of cheese?! I'm kind of kidding, but not really. I could have gone longer.
The point is: I focus on what I can test for on my own. Anything that will require a doctor becomes an only in case of emergency situation. I realize that this is far from mainstream, it is, however, grounded in my actual life experience. Let me try to explain.
I was sick a lot as a child. Strangely, I don't think of myself as a sickly person, but I was constantly in and out of the doctor's office in my early days. It began shortly after birth, I had jaundice. My mother was told I was allergic to her milk and needed to be switched to formula. I had high fevers for which my tiny body had to be iced, my grandmother told me. This was later confirmed when my permanent teeth came in with ridges I found horrifying and I asked the dentist "what could cause that", high fever in early childhood turned out to be the answer. I had allergies. I had weird crusty rashes in the tender curves of my ears which would split and bleed painfully for which I needed special prescription cream. I caught every cold that floated past the threshold of the house, and when my grandmother went into the hospital for her cataract surgery-- at, oh dear god, the age I am now-- they put me into day care and I got so sick it became some sort of family crisis.
After my father re-married, my step-mother was the one constantly taking me to the doctor. When the doctor would leave the room she would steal sample medicines from the drawer. If I pointed out to her that stealing was wrong, she would answer sharply that "we need to get something out of this", and though I always thought to myself something to the effect of "like getting me well, I wish you meant", I never really seemed to get much better.
I was not the only person I witnessed not getting better under doctoral care.
My mother's father kept going for the V.A. for pain. He had exploratory surgery. Then he had more pain. He had more surgeries. They ended up removing his colon; and his eye; and possibly some other things. He stopped complaining about pain. He just moaned all the time after that.
My father's sister had high blood pressure. I believe that was all she had. She ended up with drug-induced lupus from the prescription drugs. Then she had to have a hip replacement because the hip was destroyed by the corticosteroids they gave her for the lupus. Then she had an infection in her lung they couldn't clear so they removed part of her lung, and while she was in the hospital recovering from that she developed and enormous decubitus ulcer which had to be surgically reconstructed. And somewhere in all that, they accidentally cut her achilles tendon which was a long physical therapy recovery.
A friend's sister had migraines. They tested. They tried things. By the time they were through trying things she had been in a mental hospital twice because she wanted to cut herself open to let out the spiders. Her only previous psychological issue: anxiety and depression of a mild variety, easily managed with medication and never causing any life disruption when financial circumstances made therapy and medication impossible.
I would just as soon leave the doctors for other people.
Friday, January 14, 2022
Thursday, January 13, 2022
No Working Title Yet: Chapter 1 (i think that's all for right now)
It was the strangest thing. It was like I came downstairs into another world. I know that doesn't make any sense, and maybe that isn't it at all, maybe it wasn't the world that changed. Maybe it was me. I smelled something I couldn't identify. Was it the spruce and pine candle I had been burning the night before? No. There was a crispness to it that was similar. I couldn't think. I had spent so many months with nasal prompts close at hand, to be sure I hadn't lost my sense of smell, which to tell the truth was never really that acute, that I was completely unprepared for phantosmia halfway down the stairs.
I made coffee. I may have made toast. I puttered around. When I first wake up I'm normally not all there yet, which is why the smell thing was so strange, the awareness of it. I did, somewhere in the middle of my first cup of coffee, determine that what the smell most closely resembled, from my internal stored library of scents, was the greenery from a tomato plant. Not the tomato itself, but rather that sharp intense green smell which to me is both beautiful and somehow dangerous, maybe poisonous, though the danger is somewhere deep in the perfume of it far beneath the conscious, distinguishing it from the wet green of floral leaves. I say I don't have much of a sense of smell, and then I seem to be lying about that, but I assure you I am not. Not lying and not a nose of any degree. I just have a thing for details.
I had had an unusual dream which might be at least partially to blame. Rather than my typical rotation of stress dreams I had treated myself to a variation on a theme. It was the end of the semester... However, instead of there being an exam for which I had not studied, a class which I had not attended and indeed had perhaps not even known existed vis a vis my enrollment, an open book essay exam with a stack of books I had not read; this time I was given an oral presentation, at the last minute, with very little time to prepare, to be pitted against two other students both of whom had spent the entire semester preparing their presentations. What was most remarkable to me was this: I was super excited about this fact in a kind of bring it on sort of way. The topic I was given was some obscure and perhaps arcane plant related in some way to blue green algae, and, most fascinatingly, having a ghost mother. I was sure I had some knowledge of this plant and was rattling off book titles I would need for reference material as I smeared a dried powdered sample around the sides of a bowl with my fingers noting the structural similarity to blue green algae. The term ghost mother having some meaning to me in the dream which does not continue in my awake mind, which has only some vague sense of it's relation to tree mothers use of mycorrhizal network and mycelium more generally.
Contrarywise, I have a longstanding fancy that what I really need is a good ayahuasca experience because then the vegetal mother could straighten me out. However, recently I visualized the vegetal mother, because I have an overactive imagination, First she looked a lot like the plant from llittle shop of horrors, then she added a big bow and a cute little lace collar, and then she changed into something much less cartoon-like, slithering in the walls and dark corners, metaphorically. She's started giving me somewhat unpleasant feedback about all the many things I thought I knew, and how it just really wasn't like that, actually. Pretty sure ayahuasca doesn't smell like tomato, though.
i'm watching get back
i'm struck by how many bits remind me of
the beatles...now
also
fifth beatle: billy preston
i have a previously unknown respect for peter jackson
i really disliked lord of the rings
although, counter-intuitively, i'm not really a fan of the books either
and
the 72 hours of king kong is like 3 years of my life i'm never getting back
[hyperbole]
i didn't know he was a documentarian
this third episode is my favorite
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Saturday, January 8, 2022
well
i didn't talk so much
but i did buy myself a couple of birthday presents
should be here on my actual birthday
and a soy & Q10 "lotion" toner
they're both things i been thinking about
i decided to go ahead and give them a try
i didn't like the texture on the hada labo i tried
and this may be terrible, idk
but it's cheap so if it sucks i can use it on my body and not cry too much
the face cream has good ingredients
it'll either do something or it won't
but
it's korean skincare, so i think it's a safe bet
japanese beauty is high standard as well
but much less familiar to me
if it's good though
it's a great price and easily available on amazon
it's warmed up to about 55
it's not to replace the wake up beautiful cream
i still love that
i might layer them
or
use the wake up beautiful for day
it's not really heavy enough for a night cream
my skin is weird
there's sebum, i gotta watch the sebum
but it wants a lot of hydration
and it wants a fair amount of moisture too
but
i don't like a heavy, greasy glob of stuff
so i end up putting on another layer after a few hours
and sometimes a third
i don't have to
my face isn't feeling tight and dry or anything
it just soaks in and i want more
for a few days now
i've been patting on a little bit of the russian propolis ointment
[i couldn't help myself]
just a little
and it is a great occlusive
propolis makes your skin glow so i wake up extra beautiful
like i literally look in the mirror
and think yeah, that's what my skin looks like
plus i think it's helping my skin stay clear
it's fucking magic
i assume it's good on minor cuts and scrapes too
i'm gonna go to bed
i love you very much sweetheart *kiss*