My eyes are burning when I try to wear my contacts. I see better with my contacts than I do with my glasses, plus my last lenses had an air bubble from the glare resistance goo so I got new ones without it and it really makes a difference. Not only that, but I have having stuff on my face. It kind of gives me a headache. It's hard to explain how it feels. Some people know what I'm talking about, but most don't. If you point your finger at your nose, there is a strange sensation. It feels creepy and it almost hurts, but the kind of hurt that doesn't make sense.
I'm still having chest pains but the Voltaren Gel may be working? It's a pain having to apply it all the time. But I suppose it's better than nothing. And, as usual, my back and shoulders hurt. Diagnosis? Pinched nerves, literally backwards spine, and the discs are too close. I was seeing a chiropractor for the last two and a half years and it really made a difference, but it definitely took time. I'm currently without health insurance and R always pitches a itch-bay about having to go to any doctor, so I haven't seen anyone in this area.
I have a shiatsu pillow thing and that helps a bit. You know that I don't like taking pain killers and I can't apply a drop of any of the bazillion tubes of Icy Hot I have because I don't have anyone to do it for me. I can't reach. So it's suffer, suffer, suffer!
Man, a robot would be handy. Like those Rumba vacuums. That is the sh!t. I want one so bad, since, you know, I OCD clean. But my innate Oriental-ness (lame) desires my long denied culture. I know I always say the same things, so ... I need a live in nurse or another Asian in my living quarters.
Oh, yeah. My teeth have been setting on my tongue, so there are impressions on each side. I am not consciously biting down, but it's like when I realize I am holding my breathe or clenching my teeth. Someone else notices, but I still do it. I don't know why. There are some things I do that don't make a whole lot of sense. Like, did you know I have an obsession with spoons? This is where most of my paranoia lies. I always think someone is stealing my spoons. Kind of like missing socks from the laundry - gnome stealing socks. Well someone is taking my spoons. I think.
Ed is a kleptomaniac. It's a bit bizarre. But I don't think she's responsible for my missing spoons. Recently she stole my phone charger. She also put my contacts in a pair of shoes under a desk. I can't leave anything out and even if I think it's safe, it's not. She still manages to find it and then hide it or put it under the rug so I trip. I know this sounds like paranoia, too, but I'm totally serious. I guess it's one of those things you have to witness yourself to believe. They say, "believe none of what you hear and half of what you say".
To each his own.