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Nov. 3rd, 2013 02:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonStart Point: 11,781
Yesterday: 13,012
Today: 13,651
Today's total: 639, plus 1482 deleted words. So sort of 2121, except that I nearly chucked as many already-written bits as I added new. Oh dear.
Helps:
Portuguese custard tarts from the school fete
Hindrances:
Writing 900 words on a garden story. Which don't count for this.
Plus, OW OW OW OW OW MY SHOULDERS! Standard Day After Accident ache from wreching them trying to keep the bike up. Idiotically went to a massage therapist who was not the one I usually see, now I have yet more bruises. AND he spent time telling me how much he loved Atlas Shrugged. Lying there, face down in only my undies, trying not to yelp as he pressed hard on all the bruises I already had in a bid to ease up on my tension (I am only held together by tension!) and trying to be polite as he spoke of Ayn Rand's genius, I wondered if perhaps I was wrong and there is a god. And that god is Loki.
Sample of the conversation: 'If you bruise easily, it's all coming from your spleen. Chinese medicine states that very clearly.' 'Don't you think it could possibly the fact that I am really quite pale and so any bruises just show up very well?' 'Possibly. But the pain in your foot is coming from your gallbladder.' 'Or the fact I shattered that foot back in the late 90s …'
I am booked to see my normal massage person next week. Her loopiest conversation is 'Of course we get on, you're an Aquarius!' I can live with that. And she thinks Ayn Rand is an amoral bore, too.
Yesterday: 13,012
Today: 13,651
Today's total: 639, plus 1482 deleted words. So sort of 2121, except that I nearly chucked as many already-written bits as I added new. Oh dear.
Helps:
Portuguese custard tarts from the school fete
Hindrances:
Writing 900 words on a garden story. Which don't count for this.
Plus, OW OW OW OW OW MY SHOULDERS! Standard Day After Accident ache from wreching them trying to keep the bike up. Idiotically went to a massage therapist who was not the one I usually see, now I have yet more bruises. AND he spent time telling me how much he loved Atlas Shrugged. Lying there, face down in only my undies, trying not to yelp as he pressed hard on all the bruises I already had in a bid to ease up on my tension (I am only held together by tension!) and trying to be polite as he spoke of Ayn Rand's genius, I wondered if perhaps I was wrong and there is a god. And that god is Loki.
Sample of the conversation: 'If you bruise easily, it's all coming from your spleen. Chinese medicine states that very clearly.' 'Don't you think it could possibly the fact that I am really quite pale and so any bruises just show up very well?' 'Possibly. But the pain in your foot is coming from your gallbladder.' 'Or the fact I shattered that foot back in the late 90s …'
I am booked to see my normal massage person next week. Her loopiest conversation is 'Of course we get on, you're an Aquarius!' I can live with that. And she thinks Ayn Rand is an amoral bore, too.
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Date: 2013-11-03 06:34 pm (UTC)I don't mind listening to other opinions (as long as there's no proselytizing), and I realize that treatments which involve contact with certain body parts create a temporary/artificial intimacy that invites a degree of sharing that'd be much harder to come by otherwise. What always gets me, though, is when the treatment-giver lacks sensitivity towards their clients/patients ... like your massage person, or my hypnotherapist.
Pretty much the worst thing that ever happened to me was when I'd developed bronchitis and was feeling like total crap. Saw my grandmother's GP at short notice, and the very FIRST words the guy said to me when he saw me (we'd never even met before) were "One of us is too fat!". Meaning me, obviously. If I hadn't really needed a prescription ... argh. Way to
piss offmake a sick person feel even worse!