Wednesday, July 06, 2016

No brakes, no problem

I didn't miss my bus connection and there were no over-loud air brakes suddenly kicking off anywhere near me.

And instead of the long walk from lifts to my desk where I was clutching an umbrella like it was a crucifix V onrushing vampires I got to give a cheery wave about forty metres out to let fox pod comrades know I was okay and happy.

It's amazing what a difference 24 hours makes. And it's amazing what not being exposed to a trigger does—it doesn't get pulled if it's not fucking there.

I had raging IBS, but fought through it without pills to give my system a break from pharmaceutical-empowered blowback, and stayed the day. Though there were moments of stress from engaging in tasks I don't like doing I got through them too.

I still have the elevated sensitivity to sudden, loud noise so I'll likely have another attack.

But the arc of health bends towards recovery—even if it's a jagged fucking arc.


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