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Sky Diving??

Today's NaBloPoMo prompt:
How do you feel about sky diving?
I feel that it is a pursuit best left to adrenaline junkies, and people who have to do it for their careers. I'm glad parachutes exist, but I sincerely hope that I won't ever find myself in need of one! If I board a plane, I intend to stay on it until it makes a nice, safe landing.

Bunjee Jumping?

Today's NaBloPoMo prompt:
Would you ever go bungee jumping?

No way! For one thing, I am definitely NOT an adrenaline junky. For another, I cannot imagine that the JERK when one reaches the end of the cord and gets pulled back up is a very good feeling. I already have chronic pain problems, so I don't think it wise to aggravate them by seeking out opportunity for injury in a gratuitous fashion!

Scary Movies?

Anoth­er NaBloPo­Mo prompt: Do you like scary movies that make you jump?

I’m not old enough to watch scary movies! I find them far too fright­en­ing, indeed, night­mare-induc­ing. Sam required that I watch The Crow with him when we’d just start­ed dat­ing him (I can’t remem­ber why any more) and, like a fool, I didn’t refuse absolute­ly. Today I would, even in the ear­ly days of a rela­tion­ship. I too eas­i­ly sus­pend my disbelief. 

But then, i can’t watch many very vio­lent things, either. They’re too upset­ting for me. The more real­is­tic vio­lence is, the more fright­en­ing it is. I can’t under­stand why any­one else would want to watch such things, either, but I accept that they don’t touch some peo­ple as deeply as they do me. I can watch foren­sics shows, but the vio­lence is usu­al­ly over by the time those shows start. The main char­ac­ters recon­struct the crimes, but the view­er isn’t usu­al­ly sub­ject­ed to the actu­al crime occur­ring, hap­pi­ly. That lets me look at them as puzzles.

Jumpiness and Nerves

Back to the NaBloPoMo prompts:
What do you do to cope when you're nervous?

I have a whole mess of diagnoses, including post-traumatic stress disorder and social anxiety disorder, so I feel jumpy and nervous fairly often. I'm on medication that helps, and I have Ativan that I can take if I must for panic attacks. But I try really hard to use the Ativan, because 1) it can be addictive; and 2) it makes me sleepy. It makes far more sense to take advantage of the biofeedback techniques I learned years ago to try to get my heart rate and breathing under control. Cognitive behavioral therapy has also given me some valuable ways to examine the thought patterns that lead to panic attacks, so that I can try to short-circuit them before I get too wound up.

For less critical nerves, I find it important to keep my hands busy. I usuallly take a small stitching project with me wherever I go. Having my hands busy and keeping my mind partially occupied takes up enough of my energy to keep me from getting too wound up in nerves, most of the time. My stitching is the equivalent of other peoples' doodling or fidget toys.

On Driving

Plinky asked, “Would you say that you enjoy driving?”

Dri­ving Cars in a Traf­fic Jam

Not real­ly. I’ve nev­er been one of those peo­ple who gets in the car just to go for a dri­ve. I use vehi­cles sole­ly as tools, in order to get from one place to anoth­er. I miss them sore­ly when I don’t have ready access, though.

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Happy Father’s Day!

I hope it was as won­der­ful for y’all as it was for us. 

While Dad­dy was tak­ing a nap, I did a lit­tle work on the site here, con­tin­u­ing the process of migrat­ing things from the old for­mat into Word­Press. It’s going to take more time, but even­tu­al­ly all the pages will be uni­form. Real­ly! If you find any­thing that isn’t work­ing, though, please be patient and leave me a com­ment about it?

The Great Outdoors

Plinky asked, “When was the last time you enjoyed the great outdoors?”

Sea-swim­ming (Medi­um)

Does a sub­ur­ban pool count? Because I was in one today, play­ing with my niece and nephews, chat­ting with my broth­er and sis­ter-in-law and par­ents. It was a love­ly part of our Father’s Day week­end celebration.

It has been a few years since I went out to any­thing that could be called wilder­ness, but I’d like to do so again, now that I’m get­ting stronger and my aller­gies have improved along with the rest of my health. I haven’t been to a beach (oth­er than the import­ed one at Lake Lanier) in almost 20 years, either. That’s anoth­er thing I’d like to do.

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Half-full, Half-empty?

Today’s NaBloPo­Mo prompt: “Is the glass half-full or half-empty?”

It’s half-full, and things are get­ting bet­ter all the time. 

Last night as I was sleeping
I dreamt — mar­velous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the gold­en bees
were mak­ing white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Anto­nio Machado

Where I Hope to Be in Three Years

Plinky asked, “Where do you hope to be in three years?”

The future

I hope that I’m no longer dis­abled, that I’m ful­ly func­tion­al, tak­ing few­er med­ica­tions and see­ing few­er doc­tors. I’m work­ing on that goal now. I plan to be work­ing full time either for myself or in a posi­tion equiv­a­lent to the one I had back in 2000, when I last worked. I want to be attend­ing school, unless I already have my degree. And final­ly, I hope to be liv­ing in a blue state or mak­ing seri­ous progress towards get­ting there or even emigrating.

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