The answers
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azhure:
Writing
Writing for recreation comes very easily, and I enjoy the freedom to blather on the blog. I also enjoy writing for work or to a purpose such as Swancon, but that requires brains, attention, discipline and restraint. It interests me how very different these two activities feel, and I notice it whenever I attempt to cross over and write any kind of serious content here. The quality of my serious entries is noticeably bad, mainly because they're rarely more than first draft.
Tattoos
My tattoos are very important to me, but the nature of our relationship has changed over the years. It's somewhat akin to weddings and marriage; getting married is very different to being married. I love hearing about why other people get tattoos and what they mean. We only get one body after all, so it's important stuff.
Beige diet
The beige diet (more properly known as the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital Allergy Unit FAILSAFE elimination diet) has had many positive effects on my health, but it's so hopelessly counter-intuitive in many ways. I'm a primate and I can't eat fruit? Look at my teeth! I'm designed to eat fruit! I succeed more than I fail at the tough discipline, and I'm proud of that, and it has become easier over time. I like canned chickpeas and stir-fried red lentils now, go figure. Can't eat too many mung bean sprouts though, which is a shame, because they're quite tasty. See? Mad.
When something goes wrong, the effects can be startling.
I miss Smarties and red frogs.
Flares
Fibro flares are sadly unrelated to beige diet discipline, and the current one appears to have been triggered by overconfidence and a trip to the gym. It's Day 19, and I'm going ever so slightly nuts. It hurts, it's frustrating, and it feels like forever; depression lies in wait. I'm just hanging about waiting for a switch to throw itself back into the right position, and my attempts to help the process along are not making a bit of difference. I'd quite like this to be over, please. Now?
Human barometer
Otherwise known as the Magic Rain-Detecting Bodyparts(tm). I could pass on the unpleasant aches and pains, but there are many compensations. There's nothing like the electric thrill of a thunderstorm. A change in the wind can take my breath away, and the scent of fresh rain is like a drug. I'd miss not having the hair on my arms stand up every now and then.
azhure:Writing
Writing for recreation comes very easily, and I enjoy the freedom to blather on the blog. I also enjoy writing for work or to a purpose such as Swancon, but that requires brains, attention, discipline and restraint. It interests me how very different these two activities feel, and I notice it whenever I attempt to cross over and write any kind of serious content here. The quality of my serious entries is noticeably bad, mainly because they're rarely more than first draft.
Tattoos
My tattoos are very important to me, but the nature of our relationship has changed over the years. It's somewhat akin to weddings and marriage; getting married is very different to being married. I love hearing about why other people get tattoos and what they mean. We only get one body after all, so it's important stuff.
Beige diet
The beige diet (more properly known as the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital Allergy Unit FAILSAFE elimination diet) has had many positive effects on my health, but it's so hopelessly counter-intuitive in many ways. I'm a primate and I can't eat fruit? Look at my teeth! I'm designed to eat fruit! I succeed more than I fail at the tough discipline, and I'm proud of that, and it has become easier over time. I like canned chickpeas and stir-fried red lentils now, go figure. Can't eat too many mung bean sprouts though, which is a shame, because they're quite tasty. See? Mad.
When something goes wrong, the effects can be startling.
I miss Smarties and red frogs.
Flares
Fibro flares are sadly unrelated to beige diet discipline, and the current one appears to have been triggered by overconfidence and a trip to the gym. It's Day 19, and I'm going ever so slightly nuts. It hurts, it's frustrating, and it feels like forever; depression lies in wait. I'm just hanging about waiting for a switch to throw itself back into the right position, and my attempts to help the process along are not making a bit of difference. I'd quite like this to be over, please. Now?
Human barometer
Otherwise known as the Magic Rain-Detecting Bodyparts(tm). I could pass on the unpleasant aches and pains, but there are many compensations. There's nothing like the electric thrill of a thunderstorm. A change in the wind can take my breath away, and the scent of fresh rain is like a drug. I'd miss not having the hair on my arms stand up every now and then.
