Wild Flower

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You know, maybe I should write more about sex. It shot my visitors through the roof. The funny thing is though. I ain’t having any. I just posted a funny. I think this is yet another piece of proof that EVERYTHING revolves around sex.

Hm, actually, I think that EVERYTHING revolves around all the taboo things we can’t or are not allowed to talk about for fear of people ridiculing others.

I think I’m going to put the keyword ’sex’ into every post for the rest of NaBloWriMo and see what that does to my ratings.

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Found this on failblog.org.

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In between the card making, listening to music and surfing the internet, I’ve also started cleaning house. I’m not talking about just the vacuuming or dusting, I’m talking total cleaning house. I’m opening drawers and cabinets that may not have been opened for an entire year… or two. I know the stuff that is in there, mostly paper and other junk I thought I would need again some day, but I’ve decided to sort through everything that is in there and start afresh.

And the books… just unbelievable. Behind every nook and cranny I find books. I might just try and sell a few via eBay or something, or just donate them to my local library. First I need to sort through them though, I think I have nearly a hundred books. I’ll keep the medical novels and thrillers and series and such, but I’ll get rid of the other ones. A lot of them are from when I was a kid and used to belong to my mother. Some I’ve read, some I don’t care for… but they were my mom’s and those are just memories you want to keep. Something that belonged to your mother.

But I’ve also learned that while yes, they’re memories, the ones you actually like will have more meaning. My mom and I were both horror fanatics, and obviously I still am, so I will definitely keep the scary books. That is the way I’ll remember my mother.

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Dude, I am going to chop this damn muscle out one of these days.

I have discussed in detail what is going on with my neck in a previous post, but this is FAR from being over. There is this one muscle that keeps messing things up in there and makes it uncomfortable and sometimes painful to turn my head to the right. I have my last physical therapy appointment next Friday and I’m not sure if that is enough.

Unfortunately, as I’ve looked up, my health care provider doesn’t cover more than 11 sessions a year. A fortunate thing is that the sessions cost a little under 28 euro. If I continue the sessions every two weeks it would mean that I’d have to cough up about 70 euro to tie me over until the new year when it is covered by health care.

Every time that muscle starts to act up I get the feeling that there is a whole lot more going on than just a muscle tension from stress, especially after all the work the therapist put in getting everything relaxed and in better working order. Occasionally I also get this pulling sensation and feel the right side is pulling everything up and gives off a crooked sensation.

I’ll talk all of this over with the therapist of course, and depending on what she says I might just go visit the doctor again and ask what he has to say. I just simply can not believe that it is a ’simple’ muscle cramp related to stress.

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At the moment I am too pissed off to write a proper entry. I’ll go into details tomorrow.

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Yup, I’m done with it. Absolutely done with it… in therapy that is. Today was my last time in Art Therapy.

Art Therapy is one of the forms of therapy they offer at GGZ (mental health care facility). For the past year and a half I’ve really enjoyed this form of therapy. I was already into arts and crafts, but learning to let out my emotions with it and letting go of some of the control and eye for detail, it made me an even better person and more creative and able to enjoy doing it.