Cutting Cock-Block

So, we decided to do a cutting tonight. I printed out the image I wanted to use and we went about starting the process.

I went to make the stencil... No scissors or tape to be found. Checked where they were supposed to be then all over. Eventually found the tape in a weird place. Still no scissors.

Two pair of scissors have gone missing and neither of us remember even ever taking the second pair out of the drawer in the history of them being in there.

So I had to use on of Chael's kitchen knives to cut the pictures paper and the stencil out.

Chael hauled the massage table out and I started setting up.

I had no alcohol hand-sanitizer in my bag (to transfer stencils, it's not what I use to clean the skin). Frustrating, but not a huge deal as I remember having to chuck the old one due to the pump no longer working and I bought a new one a couple weeks ago. I just hadn't put it in the bag yet, itself.

So I go into my room to where I'd thought I put the new bottle on the shelf where my bag is kept.

No hand-sanitizer.

No hand-sanitizer to be found anywhere in the house.

My house is not a mess. Things should not be able to disappear at random.

But they do all. the. time.

We're currently down to 4 spoons and I think 5 forks because silverware keeps going missing. Chael did laundry for me one day and I can since not find over 7 pieces of clothing. My black bra disappeared about 2.5 months ago. I continuously lose socks, as in I have to buy a new bag of them about every month or so.

Again, this house isn't a mess. There's no fucking place for these items to be hiding.

Anyways.

So I get really frustrated over all this. The alcohol gel is the final straw as well as the worst part because that occurred after I'd started my set-up which is a key part of a scene for me. I'd gotten my mindset and into the habit and routine/ritual of setting up my stuff...only to have the whole thing come to a screeching halt.

Chael gave me hugs and tried to calm me down. It helped in that it was a sweetness, but I didn't actually feel less frustrated.

He volunteered to go out and buy some sanitizer for me from the grocery store. I was so pissed at this point he could tell I was thiiiiiiiis close to saying "fuck the whole thing". But I took a couple breaths and told him, "okay, thank you" and he shooed me off to go play on the Internet until he gets back.

And here I am.

(Time passes)

Cutting achieved! Hope to have pics up tomorrow or the next day!

As per usual, we took a shower together after he stopped bleeding and I helped by scrubbing all the blood off him where he couldn't reach.  Very romantic.

Tonight Chael is going to attempt to rub my quadriceps... We'll just see how this goes.

 

Oh, and regarding yesterday:

 

Know how much Chael loves me?

Answer:  When it was his turn pick the movie last night he chose to surprise me by putting on a Prince concert he'd downloaded for me without my knowing.

When Morris Day swung through the crowd on a rope to enter the stage for a performance of Jungle Love, I realized that Morris Day is my spirit guide.

From now on, when in doubt, I will ask myself "WWMDD?".

Technological Bell Ringing

Since I'm feeling like crap and we found I can't yell for him right now Chael suggested something that makes perfect sense and I wished I'd thought of it sooner:

I call his cell phone so that it ringing summons him to me.

A technological twist on the old style bell-ringing.

This cracks me up.

Chael's Wonderful

Oh my god I feel awful.

After posting earlier I laid down and slept for about 2-3 hours hoping that would be the end of my beginning migraine. I had nightmares, but slept okay.

I was laying awake with my eyes closed when Chael came in and gently said my name to see if I was asleep still. I sat up, feeling a bit better as far as the head went... But I felt flu-like and weak and like I'd been drugged asleep. Just awful.

Chael brought me my lunch and by the time he'd gone to the kitchen and back the migraine was beginning again.

I can sit up and fiddle on my ipad like this, but I have to be careful not to move my face like scrunching or looking up, no turning my head because that causes some nausea to start, and I can't yell for Chael when I need him because raising my voice makes it feel like someone's taking an ice-pick to my left eye and eyebrow... Not as a one-sharp-second pain, but as in that plus an intense sharp throb for a while afterwards.

So I'm okay to sit here and be still and useless, basically.

Tylenol isn't working.

Wait a minute, I just realized I have a medicine here that may help... Left over Lortab from my last surgery. I'm not sure if it's legal to take something prescribed to you for a different problem, but fuck it, it's mine.

The lunch Chael made me was delicious.

He's now running to the grocery to pick up some iced tea for me and other odds and ends we need.

And I'm trying to stay very still.

Also Pretty Good, Though

From the opposite direction, I did well yesterday for us.

We went out to Thai food at a little family run place we love and talked and ate. I was trying to get Chael to have a conversation about the move, unsuccessfully. It's like pulling teeth. It's not that he's being intentionally difficult or that he's generally bad communicating... It's just that he really hasn't thought ahead or looked into it much at all.

He's largely just accepted that "Rumpus wants us to move to NYC" and moved on in thoughts.

So I get frustrated when I want to talk details about the move and interests and concerns, etc about moving there and at best I get these one-statement answers and then he starts to change to another subject because he doesn't have anything to say on that one.

I was, again, trying to get this sort of talk going and he did respond this time with a couple things worth taking in:

"I'm just not into all the planning and moving stuff... That's really what you're good at".

and

"I am a little concerned about our money while there"

He expresses trusting my judgement and will happily go forth with my plan to move their without ever double-checking my budget.... But he's human and worries a little when he doesn't know how things work.

So I told him I'd show him the budget I'd worked out and did so by making a Google spreadsheet of it.

It made him feel more secure that he'd seen what I was using to make my plans for us.

As for the rest of today, well, depending on if this beginning-migraine responds to the Tylenol I just took we may be doing a cutting while watching old movies. But right now I'm hot, have a horrible pressure and pain in my forehead and behind my eyes, and am getting a bit nauseated.

Totally A Bad Owner

We didn't go to the gym this morning. Yeah.... After I'd stressed that Chael had to go with me everyday I decided this morning that we would skip today. Reason being I am in a lot of pain.

My own damn fault. This is my first week back at the gym after being sick again for awhile and I should've just don't cardio classes for a couple weeks... But I did BodyPump Thursday when I really shouldn't have.

Instead of the post-workout pain fading over the past two days it's gotten worse in my quads. The rest of my body has that normal workout ache when you move around, but my quadriceps are killing me and I need to baby them until they're happy again. So bad, as in, I repeatedly woke up through the night last night because every time I would move my legs in my sleep I'd get this horrible shooting, sharp pain in my thighs.

This morning it's where I have a hard time getting up or down, stepping to the side, etc... Anything that engages those muscles.

Today was another BodyPump day and I totally pussied side out because of this.

So I broke my own rule and feel bad about not working out every day AND that.

Chael, of course, is happy about it. When I expressed this morning that we may not go he said he was also having a problem: his body isn't used to so much treadmill time so his thighs and groin are getting rubbed raw. He didn't think to use our sports lube that is exactly for preventing that.

Plus, he has stuff he wanted to do today that he wanted more time to leisurely do them (clean the kitchen, do his final schoolwork of homework, quiz, then final exam) in.

So yeah, we ended up not going to the gym. *hangs head*


Changing subject: I can totally smell the stuffed baked potatoes he's cooking for me... Well, a vegan version of "stuffed". Delicious.

I'm getting a horrible headache connected to my muscle pain.

I told Chael tonight's rub will be the front of my thighs but he must be Very Gentle tonight.

He's watching Father Goose as he tinkers around the kitchen, afterwards I'll probably put on Victor/Victoria.

He keeps coming in here to sit next to me for a moment or say hi or get a kiss every few minutes. Sweetness.