is it *in* me, or is it *just* me?

post about whether or not I view my chronic illness at part of me, or as separate for me. Talk about how Jessica’s post on monsters, and my feelings that my depression was a part of me, whereas I feel like my chronic physical illness isn’t a part of me, it’s like being in an abusive relationship, a bit.

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PSA: The Furminator

Do you have cats? Do your cats shed so much that you could make kittens out of the excess fur? Then you need a Furminator!

Jon and I used to use a regular, bristley cat hair brush, like this:

cat hair brush

We thought it worked OK. It got hair off of the cats. Though somehow, we always had a ton of hair on the floor the day after vacuuming. Being a life-long pet owners, we just assumed that that was par for the course with long-haired pets. No matter how much you brush, there will be fur everywhere. It was just a matter of how much.

Turns out, we were wrong.

Our brush broke recently, and with Spring being in the air, the cats have started shedding as though their mission in life is to cover everything in our home (including us) with a thick later of winter cat fur. So I went on Amazon to find us a new brush.

When the Furminator popped up, with it’s expensive price tag, I thought “What the hell? Does it turn cat hair into gold? What could possibly be worth this expense?”. I was curious, so I read the reviews. The rave reviews. Given the number of people claiming that this brush changed their lives, I decided to give it a try. So I bought the small Furminator:

Furminator

It doesn’t look like much, but it’s worth every penny.

No only does this brush pull far, far, FAR more hair off of the cats than a regular brush, they somehow like it more, and will allow me to brush them with it far longer, and in far more tickley places, like their sides. Baffled, I tried brushing my own hair with both the old brush head (which I kept until we got a replacement) and the Furminator, and I don’t see what is so much more comfortable about the Furminator (yes, I brushed my scalp with two different types of cat hair brushes. For cat science).  But they’re much happier with the Furminator and I’m ecstatic about the Furminator.

We’ve been using it for about two weeks, and the amount of fur on the floor has gone down to about twenty percent of what it used to be. Since using the Furminator, I haven’t seen a single clump of cat hair. Some hair still ends up on the floor, but we no longer have cat hair tumbleweeds blowing by if we don’t sweep and vacuum every other day.

If your pets shed a lot, I definitely recommend the Furminator. It’s my new favorite product.

 

taking a break

Some things have happened. Nothing major. I’m still mostly apathetic and not really into being alive right now. Not that I want to be dead; I definitely don’t. The world is just mostly in sepia tones and I’m trying to really concentrate on the bright spots, in part because I’ve realized that I’ve still got some Lora issues to work through. When I’m not dealing with those, I’m trying to draw some color and brightness back into my life.

So I think I’m going to take a break from blogging. I haven’t blogged about poly things, for the most part, in a long, long time. This blog definitely helped me through some of the hardest emotional shit that I’ve ever dealt with in my life. Writing here and journaling are really the two things that got me through on some days. Continue reading taking a break

now, with migraines!

Just a quick update. I’ve developed migraines. Go me.

Currently working on getting that sorted out. I need to go to my GP and get a referral to a migraine specialist, and then…see what happens from there?

Ugh. How many more things am I going to come down with? Why migraines? And why now? My mom has had them since she was little, and I thought I was old enough to be past getting them myself. It is an incredible bummer to know that’s not true.

apathy

It’s taken nearly two weeks to make this post, which is a great way to set the mood for it. I just didn’t have the mood or the will. I had apathy.

I have apathy.

That is the word that my therapist and I hit on to describe the way I feel these days. I’m filled with apathy. Going through the motions. Not excited by anything. Just…here, counting down the days until I die.

My therapist wanted to focus on why I might feel apathetic. What was it about being sexually assaulted that specifically generated these feelings of apathy. Was it that I froze? Was it that I’m now afraid that I’ll freeze again in the future? That I won’t take care of myself when I most need me to take action to take care of myself? Continue reading apathy

40ish?

I think that’s where I feel, on a scale of 0 to 100. Maybe 45.

I should clarify and say that means overall. If my average “I feel OK” is 50, then I feel somewhere around 40-45 in terms of how I feel overall. Definitely still worse than average. But not completely tanked. Continue reading 40ish?

as clear as I think I am

Yesterday I mentioned wondering if I was really as clear as I think I am, mentally, now that I’m aware that I had this mental fog that has lifted. Then I went back to bed, because I felt like a pile o’ crap.

I spent most of the rest of the day in bed. I was able to work from home, which only required checking my emails every few hours, since work is slow this week. So I mostly laid in bed and had body aches and tried to distract myself with TED talks and other videos, because despite the body pain, my mind continued to feel clear and alert in ways that it hasn’t in a long time.

I kept marveling and wondering about that clarity and what I wrote yesterday. Mainly, I mused over how how much mental fog has really lifted. Where I am really? What if I only feel really mentally clear because I’ve been increasingly badly fogged over the past few months? Continue reading as clear as I think I am