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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Wednesday, 16 November 2022

My body is the enemy

The muscles of my shoulders and around my hips have been aching the last couple of days.  Like a did far too much at the gym sort of ache that is getting slowly worse, though for the best of my recollection I have done no exertion at all.

I also have strong points of pain in my face, some intermittent pins and needle in my lips and on the tip of my nose, and a bit of spasm/tremor of the extremities.

I am hoping this is because I am weaning off the pain/epilepsy meds I have been on for the last eight years.

I am not enjoyuing being me.


Also it seems to be making me ridiculously clumsy and I keep breaking stuff - like some unimportant parts of the stupidly expensive boardgame kickstarter I finally had arrive.  My US$290 of Call to Adventure versions by Brotherwise Games.

So beautiful and ought be fun to play.  Even if I broke the box and accidentally ripped one of the (mostly decorative) paper bits.  Because I am spaz.  Literally.  I am pretty sure muscle-spasming was a factor.


In lighter news, after 11 weeks and six days I finished the wholegrain study I was doing for the adorkable researcher from Otago's department of medicine.

So glad it is over.  Almost three months of poo-tastrophy.  I am hoping my microbiome isn't too upset about it and I can return to shitting more normally soon.

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