Today is 24th Quinqia, 13AS...a Bastday

"Bastday is The Fourth Day. Bast is the ancient Egyptian Goddess of Cats and those creatures are much beloved by The Sisterhood. She is chosen because cats are very fastidious thereby symbolizing 'the finishing up of business' and also notoriously nocturnal and therefore will guide Sisters as they play with Substances and Sex though the night."

"On the Weekend, the Fourth Day is half and half; morning and early afternoon for finishing up the Work Week and the late afternoon and evening for playing and partying."

Addendum D [Calendar for A New Matriarchy]

Random

~I was going to write that yesterday was 'a bad day', but it was really just a tough day with a particularly bad episode.

I finally made the WinCo run around seven in the morning. I hadn't been able to sleep all that much because I was obsessing. But in the end I pushed myself. And, as usual, I paid a price for that.

I got back and finished unloading around half eight. Then I just sat for over an hour, exhausted, stuck between eating or sleeping. Finally, I ate, then slept. But I'd fried myself.

After about an hour, I woke up with the worse case of The Spins I've ever had. Usually, they just make me dizzy and I more or less go about my business until I can sleep it off. It's not pleasant, but it is manageable.

The pattern is always the same. It wake up to the thing. It never just comes on me. And when I go back to sleep, it goes away. I'm fairly certain it is stress related.

This time I woke up with such a bad case that it gave me severe motion sickness. I wound up on the crappier with liquid shit hosing out my ass while I puked in the sink and was soaked in a cold sweat. That went on for maybe twenty minutes. When the shitting ended I stood and dry wretched so loudly that Le-Le heard me all the way out in the living room.

She did a hands-on Healing on me when I lay back down on my bed and I soon fell back to sleep. Five hours later I woke up and The Spins were gone, though obviously I was pretty wobbly and totally wrung out. I did a breakfast cycle and went back to bed.

I'm much improved today. Of course I'm still 'hung over' from all that and plan to chill the fuck out for the next few days.

I said to Le-Le that I thought this 'psychosomatic' in that it is clearly stress related. I'm suspecting that it was so bad this time because not only had I been stressing all week and then pushed myself, but also because now that the shopping is done, the next item is something I utterly dread; going to the dental walk-in at crack of dawn.

I'd say that the stress wrings my neck and shoulders grievously tight which then fucks with my inner ear via the Eustachian tubes. I am going to talk to the gang at Rural Health about this when on my next visit in about a month or so. But if I am correct, the best they'll be able to do it give my some motion sickness meds. However, those might merely knock me out...which would be just fucking fine as far as I'm concerned.

Note: For those Majickal wankers who think their 'bad juju' has worked on me, all of this, as the Insurance Industry labels them, are 'preexisting conditions' and you're just blowing smoke up your own ass.

As I now have a bit more energy, I'm washing my bedclothes. I will then shower and go back to sleep. And that is just about that...