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Well, when people ask me how I manage being married to someone whose work involves constant traveling around the country and occasionally to other countries for many days at a time, I apply a quote from Captain Awkward:

"...day to day during their separations the most they ever had to go on was “If we both survive this, I promise to try really hard to still love you” because that’s all anyone has ever had to go on."

This quote was applied to her grandparents while her grandfather was in the military and this far more intense than working across the country for two weeks. However, it applies to many, many things. It applies to couples of any status going through, well, anything.

Actually, my ultimate favorite was always from "The Princess Bride" (both book and film). You know, the scene in which Westley wanted to first make money across the sea so he could marry Buttercup properly: "Hear this now: I will always come for you." And much later, upon meeting with Buttercup after his supposed death and her arranged marriage: "Death cannot stop true love. What it can do is delay it for a while."

Years ago, my husband wrote, in soap, on the bedroom mirror "I will always come for you" and drew a long-stemmed rose alongside. It will be there until the mirror goes away.

That's the core. That's the cornerstone. "I will always come for you." He will always come back to me. When he was working outside the country for two straight weeks, when it was too expensive to call, he would arrange video chats via cell phone, preceded by a quick text; luckily we were in the same time zone this time. Even if we can't communicate for a while, we know we will be reunited soon enough.

The result is good money for bills and food and necessities and small luxuries, and his travel is worth that. Since I am disabled and literally, officially unable to work by government standards, earning a bit of Social Security Disability Insurance monthly, it is up to him to make the bulk of the payments - and we are unbelievably lucky and grateful to have a tiny mortgage and small bills and are surrounded by nearly a dozen varied food markets, shops, and stores that I, unable to drive, can access by public transport. We make sure to stock up on things I and our three cats will need for however long he will be out of the state. I am lucky that my disabilities don't hinder me from getting around, doing some light shopping, cleaning the house poorly, etc. I'm very introverted and very good at being my own company while he's gone.

We are aware of the privileges we have and don't have with this life, and that is important. It's very easy to say, "It could be worse..." but it's an overused phrase for me. We have our problems and issues and near-misses (traveling as an IT/AV technician sometimes means getting injured, getting damaged, or just missing a fatal injury; arguments happen all the time and are quickly resolved because we hate fighting; no doctor appointments set until we know when he has time, etc). We do everything every other couple does, just often at a distance.

And you know, we started out at the very end of the 20th century. All we had were house phones, simple emails, simple instant messaging. We didn't get cell phones until we were already living together. Social media was barely more than blog posts and message forums. We've been doing this for so long that we're experts and pros. And yet... I still really don't know what to tell people. Because I can only explain what works for the two of us, which might not work for others.

I will admit that I do still roll my eyes when someone cries because their partner will be away for "a day or two" - particularly if it seems dramatic. I absolutely bite my tongue and resist that urge to play the Suffering Olympics, because I'm a jerk like everyone else and I'll be judgmental. But I will sympathize and empathize deeply enough to care about their concerns. Because you don't know what will happen.

And so, to the people I forgot to respond to in the first place, here is your answer: I still don't know how I make this work. It's a long distance marriage born out of a long distance relationship. It works because we were friends and will always be friends. It works because I am amenable and casual and I like being alone and he likes traveling and his work and adventuring, and we love each other and we like each other so much that we just... know. You just know. You know? I guess?

I'm sorry that got so vague and incoherent near the end, but I cannot explain it much better. It's a thing you have to work out and work at. You have to know, feel, and understand yourself and your partner; you have to completely commit to knowing that plans will change constantly and you will be sleeping alone for a week. You have to want this life. I think a huge part of it might be never taking the relationship for granted. Not the love, not the like, not the good days, not the bad days. And I mean, really meaning it. Also, saying "I love you" as much as possible always helps.
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And now something is happening in my brain, and I cannot pinpoint it well enough. It could be another wave of depression, or a wave of panic, or a wave of just... I don't know. I have two dozen medical issues; pick something. It feels as though my brain is physically spasming. My amygdala feels weird, as though it wants to say something and cannot remember.

Adam is off again, so he can take me to my pain specialist, and then maybe we can go to Barnes & Noble so he can get me the Twilight Sparkle plushie to go along with the Fluttershy vinyl doll that he brought home from New York City along with bagels.

We made chocolate chunk cookies, with cream cheese instead of butter. We practiced Reiki. Adam is what I like to call a raw magic mimic. All he has to do is watch someone perform an energy form and he can re-create it in raw form. Like when he was in New York, a random monk brushed past him and slipped a wood bead bracelet around his wrist, whispering, "peace to you, mage" - and with that touch, Adam absorbed that energy, and when he came home he touched me in concentration and I felt so much calm and serenity that it was almost like being high. I guess it's kind of like being Peter Petrelli, or Rogue as she can now control her powers. He can call the energy at will. I'm envious. I need to to that for myself. But maybe I can't. Maybe it wouldn't work if I tried it on myself. Maybe the energy would only move outwards. We shall have to discuss the physics and chemistry and neurobiology behind it.

We've replaced the coffee grinder. It is black. Black fridge-freezer, black big freezer, black oven with black microwave range, black dishwasher. All we need is a black Mr Coffee and a black can opener.

I love my Chobani Lime Greek Yogurt.

Yeah, it's a depression. With a slowly stalking panic attack. Regarding my previous post: I definitely would want a cure for that. It is strangling.
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Today is my eighth wedding anniversary. Adam is currently working in Manhattan but should be home late tonight, if not tomorrow. That's common - most years, he's working out of town on an anniversary or birthday. We just celebrate when he comes home. Money needs to be made and bills need to be paid, after all. And we did just put a lot of money into repairing and remodeling our home. Happy anniversary indeed! My present to him will be a cleaner house, with Charlotte's superhero help. Needed desperately since I awoke with a postictal migraine, a pulled muscle in my neck, spasticity all around, and sciatica like whoa. *shrug* The shower helped. Ah, pain relief and muscle relaxant pills. Of many kinds. Good, good.

After the vacuuming, I will rest and try not to damage any other part (ha).
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Body is very slowly getting better. Adam put a game hen in the deep fryer, I made herb rice, and I ate salad greens. My stomach finally began registering fullness.

Adam wondered if both the fibromyalgia and the fibromyalgia medications are having this effect on the nerves in my stomach; he fully understands now that I tend to vacillate between being unable to eat much and being unable to feel full despite eating plenty. He actually knows more about how the digestive system and nervous system work in tandem than I do, so I'm taking his suggestions to heart. He approved of the Ensure and since he has tomorrow off he suggested cooking tantalizing meals together.

I came for the love, I stayed for the food. When Adam was a teen, he was given a half scholarship to the Culinary Institute of the Arts, but it was still too expensive, so he just cooked amazing foods for family and friends. He's been doing such since his preteen years, when his mother was hospitalized for three months with pleurisy and he was forced to learn to cook to prevent three months of hot dogs with his father. When I first became anorexic, it was Adam's chef powers that saved me from hospitalization and feeding tubes. Oh, the man can cook.

A migraine is beginning to happen, again triggering nausea and sinus pain and muscle spasms inside my body, which is such an insane sensation. I am unhappy. I shall be receiving a skull massage from Adam, who also knows Shiatsu, Reiki, psychic touch... I did mention that randomly, probably. Yes yes, I love and adore and cherish him, etc, he is as a demigod to me.

Time for medical meditation with amber and lepidolite and charoite and kyanite and tourmaline. This is what the bracelets and rings are for. Connecting to Gaia, the cosmic consciousness, and healing deities like Apollo always seems to help, even just a little. I cherish the sensations of chakras opening and aligning, of energies moving, of my quantum psychic consciousness activating.
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Well, yeah.
My body is starting to do that thing where it refuses to acknowledge food in the stomach regardless of how much food and what kind of food. This morning saw me unhappily using half a roll of toilet tissue and doing that steady breathing where you calm nausea. So I keep getting vicious hunger feelings even after I have eaten. While at CVS picking up prescriptions, I bought a pack of dark chocolate Ensure Plus, because fuck you body. I've been steadily keeping fluids in me, but for some reason it's like, "Nope, there's no food in here. Put food in here!" "Body, I just put a huge bowl of cereal in you not half an hour ago." "No you didn't. There is no food in me."

And I do need to finally acknowledge this. A few days ago, husband came home very late after over twelve hours of work, and I knew he was overly exhausted, frustrated, and irritated in general when he stomped in and yelled at me for having the air on, even though I'd only had it on for less than an hour. And then he asked what I had done for dinner, and when I said, "Nothing yet..." while I was getting ready to get some leftover pasta - and that was when he channeled his mother's extreme guilt trip worst case scenario powers and said, "You know, I'm tired of you starving yourself. You wonder why you keep having seizures and paralysis when you're not eating. And then when you fall apart, I'll make sure to put you in the nicest nursing home I can since I won't be able to stay home to care for you." And I stood there, calmly feeding the fish, and I said, "I am going to pretend you did not say that." And then I said, "Well, I am going to microwave this bowl of pasta, and I am going to take it upstairs, because obviously talking to you is not a thing I can do right now." Later, he acknowledged his extreme dickish behavior and he apologized, but the hurt was still hurting. I can't blame him for guilt tripping me if he forgets he isn't clairvoyant and assumes I haven't been eating. Because I used to do that. And it hurt him and I knew it. We both know how to cut each other deeply because we've known and loved each other since before Y2K. When you love that intensely, you hurt that intensely. But that's okay, because sometimes it really needs to happen especially when you love each other enough to fear such a loss.
Adam often voices his fears as worst case scenarios, in order to make the reality easier to work with. I'm so used to that I often startle myself when I get emotional. I mean, he's Libby's son. My husband's mother is a true master of absolute martyrdom with such extreme guilt tripping that Fox could turn her into a reality show star, and most likely has bipolar disorder. And he's Bernie's son. My husband's father is an extreme genius who once worked for Lyndon B. Johnson's administration doing civilian military top secret engineer jobs that helped change the face of war, defense, food, space travel, and security forever, even if nobody will ever know (selling patents to the Pentagon means never seeing your name mentioned) - and Bernie may have undiagnosed Asperger's.. So Adam is a damaged extreme genius with extreme ADHD, mild precognition, mild clairvoyance, strong clairsentience, and the ability to change the world and get inside people's heads in the most subtle of ways. And I, being my parents' daughter, am a damaged genius in denial with the ability to become a massive force of nature if I must, exploding, destroying, and damaging on emotional and psychic levels that I normally would never reach without effort. My ability to strike below the belt is kind of ninja style, and people often assume that I hate them when I am mildly frustrated and irritated. Together, Adam and I can literally turn the universe upside down for brief moments that nobody will ever know about.
So, indeed, while those words made me bleed like hell, they needed to be said.

However, I really really am not starving myself. It's happening when I don't want it. And I am doing my best to stop it. It's mostly the fibromyalgia and anorexia teaming up. Fucking body, am I right? I don't have IBS, thank fucking gods. But I do have moments. Sometimes I have days. And sometimes it gets bad enough to warrant a nutrition shake every few hours just to keep from losing nutrients. And then it stops. It gets completely better all on its own. I haven't been hospitalized for anything since 2008. I consider myself extremely lucky. But still I am always vigilant...
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Okay, so, I need to tell this story... because. Just because. Facebook is a breeding ground for trolls who try and yell at me because I am not like them. So, here is a story.

When I was fifteen years old, leaning toward sixteen, I had a recurring dream. I was married. I was twenty-six. I was in a hospital bed, in labor, and the bed was tilted up so I was kind of sitting. My belly was swollen. Cramps and contractions forced me to bear down, and somehow I knew it was with the same muscles used to move my bowels, except I'd had an enema. I had no idea how the pain was, so in the dream there was extreme pressure with menstrual-type cramps, and I was sobbing. Someone was holding my hand - my husband. I looked at him but his face was shadowed. All I could see was that he had bright blue eyes. I knew his voice was a tenor voice. I cried, "This will kill me. I can feel it. I'm going to die." My husband said, "No, no, sweetheart, you will be fine. What should we name her? Our daughter?" In a fit of pain, I screamed, "Amara. With your grandmother's name in the middle. Amara! Everlasting! Immortal! It will kill me but she will live!"
A doctor told me to PUSH, and I PUSHED, and I very clearly, intensely, felt SOMETHING being pushed through my vagina, something huge... and then it was pulled, PULLED. I was sobbing and screaming and I could feel my hips shattering. A voice said, "Don't cut the cord yet, wait until the fetus takes all the nutrients." And I sobbed softly, "Taking everything. I give myself up."
My husband's tenor voice said over and over, "There she is. I love you." All I could see, through a haze, was a human-shaped thing covered in blood and white goo, squealing like a kitten. "Everlasting immortal voyager through life," I murmured, and I closed my eyes.

I just remember that pressure, that disconnection, the thing TAKEN OUT OF ME, the way I couldn't feel anything below my waist afterward. I don't know if I died. I don't know if I went comatose. I just know that I was twenty-six, my husband had blue eyes and a tenor voice and his name ended in -m, and it was the most horrific experience I could imagine.

And here's the thing: When I was twenty, I met a man with bright blue eyes and a tenor voice, named Adam, with two grandmothers who had names starting with B. One grandmother was named Beatrice - "Voyager Through Life" - and when we dated and considered future kids, he suggested that a girl's middle name could be Beatrice. But then we decided that children were not for us, not after I became so ill with various disabilities.
We got married when I was twenty-six years old. The wedding was one of the most stressful and frightening experiences of my life.

Now, those people insisting that I should have children, that "I would be a wonderful mother" (an insulting slap in my face), might see this as a premonition. It was a premonition. I predicted the person I would marry. I predicted the age at which I would go through an extreme change in my life. I predicted that I would go through an intense, frightening series of medical problems that would change my life.
But it had nothing to do with pregnancy or childbirth. Nothing at all.

This is what I wrote on my Facebook:
"Dear certain people with children who are being very annoying and loud and religiously fervent:
Yes, yes, your children are beautiful and amazing and the greatest creations you have ever created and the absolute loves of your lives and the brightest stars in your sky and your reasons for living and the greatest most talented most gorgeous most intelligent children ever, I get it, I get it. Good for you. I'm thrilled, truly.
Now quit insisting that I must have children of my own. I don't want any. Never wanted. Will never want. Do not want. Medically should not have. I have reasons. I don't care what you think of my reasons. Go away and stop talking about this to me. I don't want children, I don't want to get pregnant, and I don't want to automatically love your baby. If I have to save this and use this as a Standard Response every single time, I shall. Stop telling me I must experience your overwhelming joy, the way you never knew true love and pure happiness before your children. It appears that you are experiencing plenty of overwhelming joy and true love and pure happiness, so you seem to have more than enough. Please enjoy. I will be over there, not being you."

The reason I revealed this dream was to explain that not everything means something literal. And also that I often have precognitive dreams - which is hard to do, since there are so many futures and they're all fluid. Maybe in an alternate reality, I did have a child. But not in this one. Never in this one.
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Adam and I were going shopping at Big Lots and its neighbor dollar store. But first, Adam went to Office Depot - and suprised the hell out of me by letting me try various task chairs so he could buy one for me.
Happy all eight days of Hanukkah, Saturnalia, Winter Solstice, Yule, and Christmas all in one, holy shit. Not only was the chair I chose perfect for my body, height, size, comfort levels,
and lumbar support requirements, it was on sale by almost half.
This really was something desperately needed. Adam said that if this brings me a year or two of working comfort, it was worth every penny; he had been willing to buy a pricier chair if it made me happy. I love this little chair. I love it so much.
At Big Lots, I bought a foam pillow to support my back even more, but the lumbar and sciatic support from this chair is awesome. At the lowest setting, my feet only just touch the floor but that's fine. It perfectly aligns my line of sight with the laptop so I don't need to strain my neck - and I can raise it if I need to. This is almost a physical therapy chair. I can rock back and forth, I can perform isometric exercises, I can spin while working my muscles. And it really is so comfy.
I am totally pimping this chair, obviously.
http://www.officedepot.com/a/products/715035/Realspace-Dorra-Bonded-Leather-Task-Chair/

(Also, Big Lots has the best prices on 4-blade disposable razors, which work best for me (these were Qu4ntum by Reliashave, which is just as good as Gilette and Schick). I got several packs of ten for 3$ each. Also, I got cheap but well made microfiber cleansing cloths, pantyliners, hairbands, hair ties, etc.)
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This may be the first time I've ever said this, but I am grateful for who and what I am and what I can do and my own potential.

I am grateful for my husband, Adam Paul, whom I have loved for thirteen years and still feel that giddy joy that comes from falling in love deeply until the neurochemicals and hormones inside me explode into insanity. I am grateful that he is such a mensch - that he is almost a polymath in certain ways, that he knows so much and does so much and is so much. I believe I struck the lover lottery with him. Seven and a half years of marriage still feels like a honeymoon.

I am grateful for the friends that are still with me, who still love and adore me, who like me for myself, who respect what I am unconditionally. I really do love you all so much that it brings me to tears just to think about you; it doesn't matter if I know you in person or I know you online only, I love all of you intensely.

I am grateful for the medical assistance I have been receiving since being placed on SSDI. Somehow, I have fallen in with a team of doctors and specialists who are so compassionate, willing, kind, sweet, and intelligent that it also brings me to tears.

I am grateful for my parents, who have supported me and loved me and shaped me and have set wonderful examples of love and talent and creativity and joy. I am grateful that I was raised by an atheist mother and agnostic/semi-pantheist father who enjoyed teaching me about various mythologies and religions to allow me to choose my own path. I am grateful for their intense, amazing love for each other, and their combined ability to do whatever needs to be done to help me become myself.

I am grateful for knowing firmly that I am a polytheist, polyagnostic, pantheist, eclectic, humanistic pagan witch who is fully open to the understanding that I could be wrong or delusional.
I am grateful for being able to access the skepticism that lets me step back and view things from so many perspectives.
I am grateful for quantum physics and theoretical physics, which I consider to be occasionally mixed in with supernatural and paranormal magical practice. I am grateful to be a magic practitioner who loves to hear dissenting ideas and theories that enrich me and expand my brain.
I am grateful for my Quantum Psychic Consciousness, which is my Higher Brain mixed with my Subconscious Mind, which is always in touch with all sorts of things that can never be measured, understood, known, seen, or felt by simple human experience.
I am grateful for the universe, for being made of stars, for things that we as humans may never be able to understand even as they insist on a lack of proof and existence. I am grateful for the unseen beyond the veil, no matter how real or unreal it is.

I am grateful for my powers of writing, specifically my ability to write urban fantasy and future fantasy and supernatural or paranormal fantasy. I still want telekinesis, but I will settle for writing characters who have telekinesis.

I am grateful for my ability to take life in stride, even if I often don't get the joke. I have learned to not take everything personally, to become a rock in a river, to become a river over rocks, to move without fear of ridicule anymore.

I am grateful for my knowledge of skin and body medicine, so I can happily reply to my friends when they ask for advice. I am grateful for concealers and makeup, which I will always use because they enhance the palette of my face, even if somehow my skin becomes smooth and flawless.

I am grateful for who I am and what I know and everyone who loves me. Thank you.
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We reached Sag Harbor last night. It was easy and fun. My parents are ecstatic. Last night I slept so well that I needed to be nudged awake.
Today, we shall simply hang out, watch Netflix and play Playstation 3 and Adam can play games with Dad. Mom and I can go through her jeans collection or visit thrift shops. We can have New York pizza and New York bagels. Mom and I can bicker over my mental and physical health, my spending, my life, my eating habits. It will be a rich, full week of comfort and security and love and happy. Also I have so many books to read. And we can walk to Long Beach. And the library.
Also, Thanksgiving will mark thirteen years since Adam and I officially became a romantic couple. We are at the seven and a half mark of marriage. Awesome.
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Adam is home. At least until Saturday, when he may be off to Chicago for another job. Ahh, the life of a field computer technician and IT/AVproject manager. On Friday, we go back to his Kaiser Permanente doctors for follow-up appointments, and then... who knows. A couple of days off is lovely, though. Now that I'm on Disability, there might be more opportunities for me to come with him on jobs in the future. That would be sweet. Charlotte would happily look after the cats, which will always be my concern when we're away.

Exhaustion levels are still very high. Appetite is still poor. I did eat three small pieces of Adam's pizza made completely from scratch, and they were delicious, but my stomach is now crying over how full it is. Maybe it shrank. At least I am eating something, right? At least the anorexia scars haven't opened, right?

So many books that still need reading. I got distracted from John Scalzi's "Redshirts" when Charlotte insisted I read the newest Sookie Stackhouse book that she'd bought. I hadn't realized how little of "Redshirts" I had read. I am still trying to finish "Trance" by Kelly Medig and the long-awaited "Ashes Of Honor" by the awesome Seanan McGuire. And then there is the "Shadow Falls" series by CC Hunter, "Endlessly" by Kiersten White, "Bloodlines" by Richelle Mead, a few HP Lovecraft books, "The Folded World" by the wonderful Catherynne M. Valente, and the "Clarity" series by Kim Harrington. Not to mention "Sex, Drugs, Einstein, & Elves" by Cliff Pickover and "The Untethered Soul" by Michael A. Singer. And the Kindle For PC books, like "Team Human" by Justine Larbalestier and Sarah Rees Brennan.
Oh, my beloved books. So many of them. And my own speculative futuristic paranormal fantasy novel, which is almost finished, if I could just get past the lesser scenes to the larger scenes. The lesser scenes are always important to provide just enough information, since this is such a big book and I am not writing any direct sequels.

Ah, the Baclofen is working. My left arm has blissfully stopped spasming. And I'm not even tired, not even as a side effect. I love you, Baclofen, almost as much as Soma the great pain killing muscle relaxer.

Adam is downstairs in the living room, on the awesome couch, playing Playstation 3, and it's all good. As long as we are in this little townhouse together, as long as I can limp downstairs and see him and touch him, it is all right.

Wuv?

Sep. 10th, 2012 09:11 pm
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According to Adam, I had one of those ridiculous complex partial seizures in which I froze in place for a few seconds, staring blankly, upon which my first garbled words after were "What? What now? Oh. I'm so cold." And the rest of my words were jumbled by momentary dysphasia, and also a bout of sobbing and apologizing. There was much use of the sound "shmoo" inserted into words. Gave new meaning to "wharrgarbl." What fun, yes? And Adam hugged me tightly and I went upstairs and here I am. Dumb brain.

If I forget things, please remind me. This is why I always say I love you.
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Adam came home tonight from his long job at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel in Nashville, a hotel the size of a city. He had clocked in at something like one hundred fifty hours in two weeks. He had better get some time off.

A few friends have often asked me what the Welcome Home Sex is like. To quote myself from earlier tonight: "Oh, Mighty Aphrodite, I think we smashed through the G spot and the A spot and rammed the Q spot at light speed. I need a few minutes before I can move. I need to put my brain back together. My Higher Brain exploded a little."

Dinner was baked salmon and purple rice, dessert was a Krispy Kreme doughnut or two, and after that I showed Adam the most recent Futurama episode, "Near Death Wish" - which was heartwarming, heartwrenching, beautifully sweet, and deserving of an Emmy nomination.

Tomorrow will involve running errands together. Yay!
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Happy birthday to my beloved soulmate-transcendence true love, Adam. The party was fantastic. Pineapple cake, fresh cherry tomatoes, feeding cookies to a friendly wild raccoon, glowsticks randomly thrown around, Ponies vs Barbies, and Lady Gaga vs Pink on the CD player. Thanks to Charlotte and Billy for hosting.
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We rearranged the entertainment room again. It feels more open. We switched my couch with the smaller dresser, meaning that my couch now faces the television and the door, and the air vent is only obscured by the wheelchair. The chair holding Luna's bed is still by the door, still requiring anyone walking in or out to pay the Luna Toll with a kiss or pet.

The cats have been responding by joyfully bouncing on, behind, and around the couches, Jupiter in particular. He is extremely happy. It's an adorable thing to watch. He's such a big round cat, and watching him slip behind the couch and climb his way back up is priceless.

My soundtrack for cleaning the entertainment room was the MLP:FIM episode "A Friend In Deed." Adam said I could "even put on ponies in the background." He said do, I heard it. So I turned up the volume a lot. I also mouthed the words to Pinkie Pie's song and danced, because smile.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas

And then, this conversation happened:

Adam: The room is so open now! [he holds his arms out and turns slowly].
Me: Yeah, we could probably do yoga in here. Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat... no, wait, that's disturbing... [I grab Lotus Star] we could swing a pony.
Adam: Yep, we can swing a pony. [he swings the pony doll around]. Well, we could swing a dead something. [he goes to the shelf and gets a small skull, and spins around].
Me: Wait, is that actually a cat skull?
Adam: I dunno, I found it in the woods a while ago while I was fossil hunting. It could be a cat, or a small dog, or a rodent.
Me: Neat. In any case, the room is now open enough to swing a small dead something around. Yay!

I love my life.

Also, this gives me a happy feeling in my writerbrain, to know that so many people feel this way about this particular author.
http://lmpruitt.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/ranty-thursday.html
http://lkh-lashouts.livejournal.com/562684.html
Plus: In her latest published work, the author actually had her main character insist that people who hated her were "jealous whiner babies." Priceless. Fucking priceless. Fun fact: Even if an author is blatantly writing a protagonist as a full author insert, it is the absolute height of tasteless immature fuckery to call out the author's critics through the protagonist's narration. Good gods. Writing truly bad porn without admitting it is one thing; having a monster ego so big that it believes itself untouchable is another. I've never heard of a published author who has such a creepy sense of entitlement.

Also, Adam just bought the new PS3 game, "Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock." We are just getting into it right now. Time will tell if we love it or meh it. Online reviews seem to be harsh, though. I think that so far it is awesome.

Shiny!

May. 26th, 2012 01:51 am
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I feel so shiny right now. Maybe all the meditation is getting to my brain. La. I amuse myself.
http://www.mnwelldir.org/docs/qigong/meditation.htm

The current short story I'm working on is going in fascinating directions, and I love it, but I'm having trouble reining it in. I find myself exploring the deep relationship between the main character and her girlfriend too much, and not focusing on the interdimensional travel, the aliens, the monsters, the superpowers, the multiverse concept, the ramifications of constant interdimensional travel via telekinesis (in conclusion, chronic migraines and nosebleeds suck).
I mean, I love that my girls love each other so much, but this is not a romance story. The handful of sex scenes are not those kinds of scenes. And the ex-boyfriend of one character keeps popping up and my writerbrain keeps wanting me to point out that they dated, but I'd already established that in the beginning, and seriously why is that monster hanging out over there? I thought I'd shoved it back into its home dimension.
I really need to finish this if I'm going to self-publish it online. And then I have to figure out how exactly I'm even going to do that. More meditation is in order.

I've mentioned how ecstatic I am to have my husband home yes? He has demanded the weekend and Monday off, and he rarely states that he is unavailable. He's probably the most in demand and loyal tech there, being a de facto project manager and head field tech and having skills that most of the other guys don't. I imagine that on Tuesday or Wednesday he'll be asked to pack up and go to another part of the country again for the rest of the week, to set up computers and equipment for more conferences or trade shows or live shows or things involving foreign dignitaries or what have you. Who knows. But for the next few days, he is MINE, rar.

My hair is still awesome. My skin still looks like I'm twenty. I'm still in tremendous pain, fatigue, and muscle tension, but whatever. Life is sweet. For now.

Here are some pictures of Adam with Luna. Luna loves him more than life and here she is hugging him for sweet life.



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Doctor Who will actually carry the 2012 Olympic torch. Seriously. The actor who plays the Eleventh Doctor will carry the torch for a while, close to where the series is filmed. Now I'll have to watch the episode "Fear Her" again, even though that was the Tenth Doctor. Eh, enough,
http://www.bbc.co.uk/torchrelay/day8

Husband came home at four in the morning, and the cats were the picture of bliss. Nobody can say that cats can't be ecstatically joyful. Jupiter purred for hours.

My thoughts, as of late last night:

-10:00PM: I feel an inability to fall asleep coming on, and my husband won't be home until five in the morning or so. I'll probably stay up and watch the second season of My Little Pony in random order until the songs invade my dreams. Yay!

-2:00 AM: Still awake. Doing fine. Also, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie are adorable and need to be together in more episodes.

-3:00 AM: Ooh, here comes sleep. Hi, sleep!! /Pinkie Pie voice

So now, Adam and I are preparing to make brunch and such. It feels so good to have him home.

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Jan. 13th, 2012 03:15 pm
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I don't watch soap operas regularly, but a few years ago I started doing so during a serious illness that left me home for two weeks. And so, I watched "All My Children" come to an end when it was canceled last September, and today I just watched the finale of "One Life To Live" which had also been canceled. The death of the soap opera, huh? Hard to imagine. Forty years. Really, the only reason I watched "All My Children" was for the characters Bianca and Kendall, and the only reason I watched "One Life To Live" was for the characters Jessica and Natalie (I admit I fell in love with the actresses Bree Williamson and Melissa Archer on sight, because holy shit they are beautiful). I feel very sad that the cancellations put hundreds of people out of work, from caterers to florists, and I really hope everyone finds new jobs. Might as well watch "General Hospital" now. I hear some of the actors from the other show are moving there.

Adam is working today, as his company slowly picks back up from the slow holiday season. We won't have much money for a while, but by the middle of February things will be back to normal and I will be alone for days or weeks at a time. He and I are treasuring and cherishing our time together, falling in love over and over like teenagers. He is so wonderful to me, so caring and careful and understanding. He knows what it's like to be in pain. He knows that while I can do anything, I pay the price later, and he is there to give me massages and embraces and comfort.

I needed pain medication today to help me do things. One of these days, chronic pain patients will not be accused of addiction by random strangers. I look forward to that.

The pain is mostly in my hips and legs and lower back. I've been doing various stretching exercises to keep my spine limber. Exercising hurts no matter what, but it's vital.

I'm eating a Tiger's Milk bar. I loved them when I was a child. They are very nostalgic.
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Oh, Sag Harbor. It stays the same. Shops and eateries and stores may die, new shops and stores may take over. But the little village is always the same.
My parents are the same. They haven't aged a day. My relationship with my mother is surprisingly more healthy than ever now that we can each admit to and discuss our faults. We are still best friends, we are still Gilmore Girls. Less neurotic now, less picky. Also, my being on an antidepressant plus an anxiolytic really helps.
Adam and I have so far stuck to two Sag Harbor visit traditions: eating mussels in white wine garlic sauce at the Corner Bar, and shopping at the organic shop Provisions. We have yet to have pizza at Conca D'Oros, which will hopefully be better than last year's greasy mess.
As always, my husband and father are bonding over stone sculpting and art, and old movies. Mom is giving me her old outfits and jackets, and reminding me to buy jeans with longer hems. Always a fashion illustrator. Hearts.
Tomorrow, our Thanksgiving dinner will be held at the Bailey's for the first time since Adam and I have been coming to Sag Harbor twelve years ago.
Also, twelve years. Holy shit. Today, in fact, is our twelfth togetherness anniversary. It is also six months since our sixth wedding anniversary. Oh, time.
I'm eating one of Mom's brownies and drinking hazelnut milk. My mother's brownies are better than any brownie I have ever had, rich and dense and made so only one small piece is needed. I am also not just saying that because she is my mother. The brownies truly are amazing.
Twelve years. Six and a half years of marriage.
I will raise my brownie to that.
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My husband turns 35 today. I still say he looks and acts at least five years younger.
We watched the last space shuttle take off, and we ate breakfast (omelets with meat and cheese, and garden fresh cucumbers and strawberries) while watching the first Star Trek movie, and we decided to just be together all day, quietly, since Adam has go to New York tomorrow for a few days.
I am craving cheesecake so badly that I might beg him to take me to a bakery. We could put a candle in a slice of cheesecake.

My therapist and I talked about why I've slipped back into disordered eating habits. I told her the foods I eat more often, and she said they all sounded likerich comfort foods. We talked about how alone I feel. We talked about how I've never greived for myself, and how I've never been angry. My homework is to write a letter to the Joanna who could have been, the healthy Joanna who never developed brain damage at birth in the first place. Who might she have been? I do mourn her some days. I don't know if I've ever felt anger intense enough to make me scream and roar and howl. I don't even think it's in my nature.

The Klonopin and Zoloft are doing good things for me, and I've started massaging out the worst of my sore muscles. It's a lot of work. I can never truly relax. Hypertonia and neuromuscular tension prevents that. Soma is the only medication that even comes close to loosening my muscles, and Flexeril is a close second. I take each on a weekly basis, and when I don't take them I do my best to stretch and massage as best as I can. And people still accuse me of being addicted. Fuck them. I now ignore them. It's impossible to find good support groups that don't have morons who insist on analyzing and dictating everyone's medical issues.

Adam, my first best friend, my transcendance, my universal love, supports and understands me in a way that very few people do. His unwavering support is what helps me get through the day. He is why I believe in fate and the universe as sentient. The universe put us together for a reason. Here's to my husband on his birthday, and may he live long as prosper.
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A small seizure this morning, right after breakfast -- the kind of complex partial that I've started calling "stop and go" seizures. I only remember freezing up completely while my brain tried to launch me into that ether of misfiring neurons I call the rabbit hole and the looking glass. It seemed to go on forever. Adam said it was less than a minute. I let myself rest and recover before going upstairs for a shower.

Adam will be leaving tomorrow for San Diego to set up IT/AV equipment for a science trade show. He'll be gone for a little over a week. He drove me to Roots Market to buy me a few treats. We came home with various juices, teas, cheeses, chocolates, and assorted lovelies. I am now completely in love with Vita Coco Coconut Water with Acai & Pomegranate and will buy it wherever I can find it.

Today will be spent resting and being with Adam. Luckily he doesn't have to leave for work until the afternoon, so we can sleep in.

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