Cyclic? Moi?
Jan. 20th, 2004 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeLately (I posit a couple weeks, Steve thinks longer, but can't pinpoint a start time) I have been strangely out of sorts. Not constantly, which might make some kind of sense, but would go from zero to snippy bitch in 0.6 seconds; one of those cases where I see it happening, but with the best intentions can't seem to do anything about (and even on the occasions when I could choke back the pissy remark, I'd still feel it on the inside, so it's not much of a help, really). Nor is it a blood sugar thing, because another peculiarity is that I noticed myself irritable, possibly even a tad more so, after eating.
I discussed it with the pooky last night, finding that he had been intending to bring it up himself. Reasons posited include: assorted family chaos of past two months; the resulting chaos in our lives; the resulting ongoing lack of sleep for me; the fact I hadn't gone to aikido in two weeks; not enough down time, or pooky time, or possibly even just-me time. We didn't reach any conclusions, electing to wait and see how things settle out now that, presumably, the family chaos is finished and life can return to what is laughably called "normal".
Then we watched Seven Samurai, which I'd never seen (all hail Netflix). As the movie went on, I started feeling better and better--the best analogy I can think of being when muscles you didn't realize were tensed up start relaxing.
This morning, I woke up feeling pretty darn good (if tired, of course), and that has persisted all day. Went to aikido and had a most educational class, too. I don't know why this has suddenly switched; no resolutions were taken, no facts of my life have changed. Maybe Mercury is out of retrograde or some shit like that. But I am glad, because I do not like being the Bitch Queen.
If this stupid pinched nerve in my arm would go away, my happiness would be complete. It showed up when opening my packet of freaking pretzels on the plane home from the funeral. How lame is that?
I discussed it with the pooky last night, finding that he had been intending to bring it up himself. Reasons posited include: assorted family chaos of past two months; the resulting chaos in our lives; the resulting ongoing lack of sleep for me; the fact I hadn't gone to aikido in two weeks; not enough down time, or pooky time, or possibly even just-me time. We didn't reach any conclusions, electing to wait and see how things settle out now that, presumably, the family chaos is finished and life can return to what is laughably called "normal".
Then we watched Seven Samurai, which I'd never seen (all hail Netflix). As the movie went on, I started feeling better and better--the best analogy I can think of being when muscles you didn't realize were tensed up start relaxing.
This morning, I woke up feeling pretty darn good (if tired, of course), and that has persisted all day. Went to aikido and had a most educational class, too. I don't know why this has suddenly switched; no resolutions were taken, no facts of my life have changed. Maybe Mercury is out of retrograde or some shit like that. But I am glad, because I do not like being the Bitch Queen.
If this stupid pinched nerve in my arm would go away, my happiness would be complete. It showed up when opening my packet of freaking pretzels on the plane home from the funeral. How lame is that?
