Countdown to 2K
Day 1983 – 1985
Can’t be missing Day 2000. Still two weeks off, but I ought to plan an extravaganza for that entry. 2000 days smoke free. Whoda thunk it? (Wonder if my operating system will go balls up when the count rolls over?)
Having more than a little trouble concentrating today. Somewhat preoccupied with thoughts relating to our counseling session tonight and just how I want to handle it. Head first dive, or a dip of the toe first? The testing with the toe seems like a status quo move – leaves room for backing out if the mood isn’t conducive to getting things done.
On the other hand, I find myself grating my teeth at the thought that Cindy is somehow controlling the course of the counseling by dragging her feet, withholding information, basically utilizing her denial of her own situation and blame shifting to deflect everything (blame mostly) over to my side of the street.
In the interest of stirring the pot and getting things moving again, I ought to call her on it all. But Janine deserves a heads up first. Maybe, if the ladies take a pee break during the change in sessions, I can corner Janine and make my pitch. If not, I may have to just make a run at it anyhow and hope Janine catches on and keeps pace.
Of course, all of that angst is compounded by the fact that I have an appointment with a periodontist immediately prior to the counseling session. Unfortunately, to get to the periodontist I have to head south and east from work about 12 miles. The counselor? 15 miles due west of work. The time I’ll be travelling from one to the other? 5 – 5:30, smack dab in rush hour, and OF COURSE, the stretch of expressway I need to use to get from the tooth doctor to the head doctor will be a parking lot for a 3 or 4 mile stretch, open up for a few miles, then plug up again out at the western end. The surface roads aren’t much better. Between the river and the canal traffic is funneled onto several high use bridges which, in the end, isn’t any better than parking on the expressway.
Found a cool picture. First & foremost, it is of a naked woman, but isn’t pornographic. The image starts at a point safely south of her navel and highlights her torso & arms. The woman in the picture is heavily tattooed, but even if she wore a skimpy bikini, all of her artwork would show. Well here, let me show you:
See? Not so bad. Now, as far as I know, getting tattoos is not without some small bit of pain. Not having one myself, I can’t say for sure just how much pain. Probably not like getting a skin graft or anything. Well even that didn’t hurt till the drugs wore off. That daily debriding of the wound was a sumbitch though.
Anyhow. What with all that girls tat’s, up & down the arms & legs, down the side of her breasts, along her ribs – some of that had to hurt. But how much did it hurt getting that tattoo through her armpit? That just seems like a particularly tender area. Shaving might be one thing, but 60 zillion little stabs with that needle? Even if it didn’t hurt, wouldn’t it tickle? Or worse – both? How do you DO that?
(For the record, I’m not a big fan of tattoos, but that gal looks REALLY interesting, luscious even)
Tempus Fugited (again)
Well, Tuesday’s session was interesting if not a little uncomfortable too. Started slowly, chatting about innocuous little things then we started to slide into some deeper ‘stuff’.
Let’s summarize by saying I had an errant behavior pointed out. Nothing egregious, just missed an opportunity to interpret that I was asked a question. The lack of an answer in my response was deemed ‘a bad thing’.
I pointed out that I’ve had some questions laying on the table, unanswered for 4 months. I also brought up a bit of a perceived double standard. Cindy’s poor behavior gets dismissed, explained away, negated, unacknowledged (by her), but if I exhibit the same behavior, I get raked over the coals (like Tuesday)
I can further summarize by adding that I have responses to my questions. Finally. But only responses, not necessarily answers.
Bowling tonight too. I need the stress relief.