sing it, Meredith Brooks! she's rockin' me out lately.

Man I really gotta sleep tonight. I stayed up late last night wasting a ton of photopaper, figuring out how to print out pics of my paintings for the WOW show. The deadline was today...

I was wired from chi gong class-it's pretty intense and we haven't even got to the exercises. So far it's like meditation, if meditation was an aerobic exercise... We start with chanting the Chenrezi(bodhisattva of compassion)mantra, then all kindsa intensive breathing-in one nostril, out the other and 7 times, 7 times, 7 times....

It's a pretty effective way NOT to think.

The exercises/positions really get your energy moving. So much so that I couldn't sleep, even after I successfully printed out all ten goddess paintings-yay! I'm slowly learning the geeky ways of my new equipment.

Still, I managed to pry my ass outta bed this morning, make a nice steaming cuppa strong black tea... I'd even have gotten to class on time, if I hadn't forgotten the whole 15 minutes of scraping the ice off the car windows with my spatula thing...

:(

Good class, Mmmmmm neck work... Next week we go under the trachea-oooooh! Didja know there's a muscle under there?

SO much driving today, to class, to the WOW office, to work, to shabbat... Crazy, I've never whipped around town so much before, leastways not under my own steam.

Sorry this is probably the most boring post ever, but I'm tired and lonely and I just need to blather on a bit.

I had a stressfest last week, car troubles, ex troubles, and a trip to the doctor that kinda freaked my shit out.

I've been menstruating every three weeks, bigtime heavy and waycrazyhormonal... The RNP thought it might be anemia and stress, until she felt around inside me-brr... cold glop... Hmmm... poke, prod... I knew that look couldn't be good.

Apparently, a wee skinny chick like me should have a uterus the size of a tangerine, mine, she explained, is more like a navel orange.

Fibroids, is the most likely diagnosis.

she went on the 'reassure' me that she's seen much worse-fruit again, women with grapefruits or even great big knobbly cantaloupes growing in their wombs.

Gah.

Dazed, I went to my first chi gong class, and still not really processing, to my massage class the next morning. I musta looked kinda ghostly. Svadesh asked if I was OK and it all came stuttering out in a weepy burble. I'm glad there's just the three of us in class!

It was good that I got to talk about it a bit though, 'cause I was able to go get Sam at school, go shopping and bake a birthday cake and throw a birthday party for my dear boy without totally losing it.

I've got a week of research and assessment under my belt now and I know they aren't lifethreatening or anything and I don't necessarily have to have an hysterectomy. I've calmed down and the freaky facing sickness and mortality alone thing has subsided into a sort of smorgasboard of herbs and treatments to choose from.

My favorite prescription, from my accupuncturist friend at work: Sex-it really loosens the blocked chi in those areas.

HAH! Which pharmacy do I go to for that one?