Praise Jesus! The Red Tide Cometh!

I've repeatedly ranted and raged about the stupidity behind the marketing "masterminds" at Always, who persist in making pull-off adhesive tape on their "wings" that reads "Have a happy period!"

For the first time ever, they may just be onto something! The murderous rage I've been feeling in the last few days has finally gone away with the first spotting on my panties. I feel ready for a great love-in or some other hippy-chick modus operandi for spreading the love.

Dude, it's been a long damn week. Two words: Mother's Day. The whole dead mom thing really does come back with a vegeance the couple days before, during, and after the Hallmark day of whoring for moms. Couple that with working in a child-centred environment where they've been making gifts for mommies every single day, and I guess I felt I couldn't escape anything. Grr!

But that's over with.

And I've begun moving past the ridiculous amount of self-loathing I'd been feeling the last few days (although the PMS could be a clue), which is another "praise Jesus!" moment for me.

Towards the end of last week I was just brimming with self-loathing. I was in all-body discomfort as my skeleton's been slipping out of alignment for about three weeks now, reaching a nasty phase last week, and I just couldn't get myself into a positive place.

Today, though, relief is on the horizon. I've met my saviour: My new chiropractor. He's a hottie former pro athlete who's skilled in several disciplines and uses a multi-faceted approach. In a matter of weeks I might finally be feeling better than ever, which rocks.

Now, you need to know that this whole-body-discomfort thing was sort of expected. Any girl like me who's been in three major car accidents, a near-fatal motorbike accident, and has been thrown off a horse mid-jump, AND has fallen down a whole flight of stairs is absolutely headed for a whole lot of pain in the outset of any new exercise program. So, I'm on schedule. The worst of it's probably just passed, and I'll slump back towards that a couple more times on the road to my New, Powerful Self. And that's okay. It'll remind me how shitty I felt 24/7 in the bad old days. Reminders are good.

But my medical plan kicks in on June 1st. Today's chiro was a bit before the start of all that but I needed this, so... I'll live. :) Then: Eye exam, followed by adorable new specs (which still need to be found, but I'm taking up the sexy librarian thing by a notch or two and moving into more of a reddish cat's eye glasses, if I can find what I envision. Mrreeeoww!), followed by whatever else it takes for me to love my body again.

The thing with discomfort and/or pain is, you loathe the body you're in, no matter how it looks, because you're constantly limited by what you are and how you feel. And, yes, there are people out there who deal with constant pain all the time yet still manage to be terrific people, and I applaud them. Clearly they're better people than I am, 'cos I'm a right cunt when I'm out of sorts.

Now I get to lie around, stretch, embrace my stupid sucky-ass period, relax, ice, and by the end of the night my body will feel better than it's felt in several weeks. Good. And then there's the Thai green curry waiting to be eaten. That's another plus. :)

(I wasn't wanting to write this past week 'cos my mother was mostly on my mind and I didn't want to do the whole motherless/rudderless crappy repeat posting I do every year, so... I've been away. Hi. I'm back. Seeya. :)