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Thus Far Today
Apr. 18th, 2010 04:41 pmA Short Record of My Own Personal Triumph
~Today, after some urging by the husbeast, I was convinced to purchase a pair of Skechers Shape Ups. He has, without my knowledge, been researching shoes for me to wear to work. I currently wear Crocs, but I HATE them. They're so ugly. Wearing them anywhere but behind the pharmacy counter is humiliating, but they are the most comfortable shoes in my closet. So, I'll try the Skechers now and see how things go.
~And then I got threaded.
Oh God.
It hurt.
I know that most hair-removal techniques hurt, having experienced most of them, but OH GOD. It was like a dozen paper cuts being slashed into my extra-sensitive skin. Over and over, tiny paper cut SLASH. Tears started rolling down my eyes during the first eyebrow. By the second eyebrow, I was mostly OK.
Then she started the upper lip portion of the festivities.
OH GOD THE PAIN MAKE IT STOP OH GOD THE PAIN MAKE IT STOP OW PAPER CUTS ENDLESS PAPER CUTS FOR HOURS AT A TIME AND THEN THEY'RE DOUSED WITH LEMON JUICE OH GOD.
I reached out and gripped J's hand for the entire rest of the process, which was agonizing. Thetorturer very sweet Indian woman performing the procedure cheerfully told me that if I continue to have the procedure done every three weeks or so, it will hurt less. A waiting customer agreed. It was pretty bad though. I twitched a lot. I told J afterward that my fight-or-flight instincts kicked on about halfway through and that I was holding his hands so that I didn't accidentally smack the woman doing the procedure and then run halfway across the mall. Yes. This was done at a mall kiosk, with not even a small curtain to shield my humiliation from the rest of the world.
After we got home an old man with a "Get off my lawn you damn kids" complex yelled at J and me for not putting the dog on a leash.
I am feeling rather fragile and defensive at the moment. The day started out with J and I snapping at each other and being petty and terrible for no reason at all other than we just felt bad. Me because I only slept for an hour or two last night and J because he does not do well in the morning before breakfast ANYWAY, and if he's organizing clutter that I caused, he's even more unhappy (he can't stand clutter). So, not a great day. Not to mention the fact that it's rather cold and gray outside. I'm glad for the rain, as it washed a little of this spring's horrible pollen infestation away, but the gray sky makes me feel bleak. So I'm going to bundle up into pajamas and a blanket and hopefully read another large chunk of GRAVE GOODS before summoning grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for dinner. Cooking is completely beyond me at this point. I may yet cry more because it's just been that kind of day.
~Today, after some urging by the husbeast, I was convinced to purchase a pair of Skechers Shape Ups. He has, without my knowledge, been researching shoes for me to wear to work. I currently wear Crocs, but I HATE them. They're so ugly. Wearing them anywhere but behind the pharmacy counter is humiliating, but they are the most comfortable shoes in my closet. So, I'll try the Skechers now and see how things go.
~And then I got threaded.
Oh God.
It hurt.
I know that most hair-removal techniques hurt, having experienced most of them, but OH GOD. It was like a dozen paper cuts being slashed into my extra-sensitive skin. Over and over, tiny paper cut SLASH. Tears started rolling down my eyes during the first eyebrow. By the second eyebrow, I was mostly OK.
Then she started the upper lip portion of the festivities.
OH GOD THE PAIN MAKE IT STOP OH GOD THE PAIN MAKE IT STOP OW PAPER CUTS ENDLESS PAPER CUTS FOR HOURS AT A TIME AND THEN THEY'RE DOUSED WITH LEMON JUICE OH GOD.
I reached out and gripped J's hand for the entire rest of the process, which was agonizing. The
After we got home an old man with a "Get off my lawn you damn kids" complex yelled at J and me for not putting the dog on a leash.
I am feeling rather fragile and defensive at the moment. The day started out with J and I snapping at each other and being petty and terrible for no reason at all other than we just felt bad. Me because I only slept for an hour or two last night and J because he does not do well in the morning before breakfast ANYWAY, and if he's organizing clutter that I caused, he's even more unhappy (he can't stand clutter). So, not a great day. Not to mention the fact that it's rather cold and gray outside. I'm glad for the rain, as it washed a little of this spring's horrible pollen infestation away, but the gray sky makes me feel bleak. So I'm going to bundle up into pajamas and a blanket and hopefully read another large chunk of GRAVE GOODS before summoning grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for dinner. Cooking is completely beyond me at this point. I may yet cry more because it's just been that kind of day.
