Hi! I'm Charm's Stomach!

So…co-workers bearing books! One of the gals came in with a huge mail bucket worth of books. Free books? Hey I’ll take some! So here’s what I managed to pull out from under the sea of Fern-Something-or-Other books…

“The Reader” Bernard Schlink

“Blackbird” Jennifer Lauck

“Chocolat” Joanne Harris

I’m not feeling so hot this morning. Yesterday I got a massage from the on-site therapist that comes in every two weeks. She’s fabulous but since I’ve been a body of pent of stress, shoulders, back, arms and hands were hard as rocks. So it was all deep tissue for me.

So in the darkened library, with a bit of zenish quality music playing on the cd player, off comes my top and I lay face down on the table. She gently brushes my hair off my back and around my neck. “Oooh pretty tattoo” she says with a little giggle. Then she begins the process of massaging the crap out of me. Seriously folks this stuff hurt like bloody hell! So much so that I found myself actually crying. Not like weeping, but definitely tearing.

Owwww…Mommy???

So anyways I’m actually lieing. I did cry. Not weeping or bawling. But definitely crying and had to catch my breath a few times. It was weird. What’s sad is that short 30 minutes was probably the most intimate encounter I’ve had in ages. What? Someone focusing 100% of their energy on me? What a concept! LOL. It’s just when you go through a process of relaxing so much, things emerge. She asked about my relationships. And it’s surprising when you don’t know which to talk about. The real or the imagined? Should I make shit up to make it sound like things are just so fucking swinging? So I decided not to make things up. Things I had been thinking and never vocalized just for the fear of actually hearing me say them, came pouring out of my mouth. Cause of course once you actually say it out loud…it’s out there. And never can be taken back. So now that I’ve said them, I have to deal with what I’ve said. Do something about it I suppose in the best way I know how.

Problem is…how do we ever know truly what is best?

So enough of the interspection. When you get that type of work done to your muscles, a lot of toxins are released from your muscles and into your blood stream to flush out. Lot’s of toxins equals queasy tummy. I wasn’t surprised when after 5 minutes from my session the queasies hit me. But now it’s 9:17 a.m. the following day and I just want to curl up in bed and go back to sleep with a hot water bottle snuggled against my tummy and the wee one’s Mr. Froggy snuggled in my arms.

Mommy…?

Blehhhhh. The demands of a certain auditor has been taking way too much of my time in the past few days. I’ve not gotten to work on anything else with due dates for this Friday. Since I don’t feel so hot, this is most likely the best time for me to tell him he’s going to have to wait until after I come back from vacation. I will gladly put my whole working world on hold for him then. Well…maybe not so gladly as he is an auditor after all. But until that time…his needs are now officially moved down to #32 priority things to muddy my mind. Not that I mind muddy…it’s just that the kind of muddy he’s been generating lately, it makes it difficult to see where my priorities are. He’s now at the back of the list. Problem solved.

So anyways…happy hump day everyone!

So is it Friday yet???