Friday, May 15, 2009

Possible Hair Styles

I'm shopping around for a new look. And hair is a big part of that:
pictures of candidate hair styles shown here. I know I want to go short,
but also something flattering for my face, which is something of an
inverted triangle or diamond shape. Anyhow, more on this decision in June.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Fixed on Missing

My ability to fixate is extraordinary.
Losing my student ID card and the stuck-on slip of paper with my locker combinations has wrecked havoc on my mental health. I back-tracked the exact steps (through the ditches and across busy streets), slipped back into the empty school building and miraculously unlocked high-tech classroom, and sifted through all my many piles of papers and pillows. I didn’t find it sadly, but I have some ideas about where it could be. I formulated a plan of action about where to look and who to talk to next – this did not take long. What took around 24 hours, not including sleeping time, was how long I fixated on losing my student ID card and the suck-on slip with the combos – this is how long it took for me to look, to worry, to call people, to email out a request for help in searching, and to decide that my plans of actions were okay to do, but mostly to worry and think some more about my loss.

My ability to fixate is a both a boon (powers of concentration in matters of importance) and doom (powers of time wastage if the matter isn’t useful for me) 
I need to reign in the doom part. In relation to my missing ID, I could have fixated less by:
1) More frequent checks of whether I have everything (cell phone, ID, keys, other items on my person)
2) When I notice something missing, right away go look for it
3) Don’t suppress fixation thoughts (suppression would make thoughts worse)

Thursday, January 29, 2009

My skin is my armor


I never before realized this until this past month, when my skin was literally peeling off my hands. I was paralyzed from doing anything at all. Touching anything was painful. I wore gloves all day long. I planned my moves so as to minimize washing my hands. I lotioned up every hour on the hour. And nothing seemed to bring much relief.

The doctor I saw was nice, but had nothing to offer than a fancy term for dry skin "dyshydrotic eczema" and some steroid cream for any itching, with the warning that it could make my skin even thinner, which I promptly vetoed. I could stand the itching, what little there was, but needed what little skin that was left on my hands!

I figured out that it was possibly a vitamin deficiency and the resulting weak skin and my allergic nature brewed up some contact dermatitis.

So with a daily dose of complete vitamins, gloves on, and lots of lotion and hair conditioner (for in the shower), I could only wait patiently until a new layer of skin grew in underneath the old.

And alas, I am cured, going on 3 weeks now :) I can type. I can turn pages. I can hold things. I can stop wearing gloves! During the recovery period, I can truly say that was an eye-opening experience of just how valuable is good, strong skin. Respect.