{"id":2326,"date":"2011-01-18T10:33:17","date_gmt":"2011-01-18T17:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2326"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:32:26","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:32:26","slug":"buzzing-and-crackling-tuesday-january-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/buzzing-and-crackling-tuesday-january-18\/","title":{"rendered":"Buzzing and Crackling &#8211; Tuesday January 18"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I think I generate a lot of emotion for one smallish person.  I mean I&#8217;m denser right now than I have been in the past- despite inconsistent efforts I still haven&#8217;t lost all my baby weight.  I don&#8217;t even thing it still qualifies as baby weight, it&#8217;s more like emotional padding.  The point is sometimes, most times, I feel like I&#8217;m buzzing and crackling with emotion.  I was sitting in my apartment today worrying that I wouldn&#8217;t be able to keep myself affixed to the couch- like any moment I&#8217;d be lifted up into the air by the ferocity of my own angst.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Was I always like this?  I never know anymore.  I can&#8217;t find where the grief ends and I begin.  I think I write a variation of this concern about once a week.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The pain goes in waves, but when it&#8217;s present it&#8217;s physical.  I can&#8217;t imagine someone sitting with me not noticing it, or smelling it, or hearing a buzz or something.  When the pain passes the relief is palpable.  Every emotion hits me like I&#8217;m becoming self-aware for the first time in my species&#8217; evolutionary history.  I can&#8217;t believe anyone has ever felt like this before.  But I know that I&#8217;m not the first, and I&#8217;m not the last, and this isn&#8217;t the worst, and that it&#8217;s not really going to end, and it&#8217;s not going to kill me.  But it does nibble at me.  It&#8217;s a school of well-fed piranhas just checking what&#8217;s floating in their river.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I made it through the weekend.  It was a little challenging- I locked my keys in the car Friday night during rush-hour while I went to pick up Ramona from daycare.  AAA came in juuuust under two hours.  But the rest of the weekend was a mixture of fun and tolerable.  Tom came home late Sunday night and we saw a new doctor Monday.  I don&#8217;t know what to do, every doctor I&#8217;ve seen seems competent and kind-hearted.  So did my last doctor.  But I need to know how these people perform in emergencies, because that&#8217;s what we&#8217;re worried about.  And it&#8217;s impossible to know if they&#8217;ll be patient when I&#8217;m freaking out, if they&#8217;ll listen to me when I&#8217;m crying, or if they&#8217;ll trust me to know my own body.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I guess I&#8217;m feeling frustrated all around.  The good news is that I made it to the 6:30 am Yoga class today, then ran for 40 minutes after.  At least I have that time to turn my brain off.  At least I have Tom G back!  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I think I generate a lot of emotion for one smallish person. I mean I&#8217;m denser right now than I have been in the past- despite inconsistent efforts I still haven&#8217;t lost all my baby weight. I don&#8217;t even thing it still qualifies as baby weight, it&#8217;s more like emotional padding. The point is sometimes, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/buzzing-and-crackling-tuesday-january-18\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Buzzing and Crackling &#8211; Tuesday January 18&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2326","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2326","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2326"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3447,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2326\/revisions\/3447"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}