Rethinking My Plan

This. ☝️ The dental aesthetician who placed my filling displayed a complete inability to concretely empathize with the patient in her chair; today it was me. Water, a lot of it, comes pouring down my neck twice, and she doesn’t apologize or wipe it up. She laughed, “Oh, ya get a little water?” She leaned her forearm on my face, tinted dental glasses pushing down. Instruments hit on or near my nose a few times, and she moved my jaw/face around as though there was not a person connected to them.

The simple building blocks I chose to focus on, as I search for meaning in my changed circumstances, included wearing makeup a few times a week. In the past year, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve applied cosmetics. I realized that seeing myself always with a bare face made me feel like a fibromyalgia patient. In the past, when I’ve been out and about, I’ve worn makeup. My thought was that I would feel less like a chronically ill person, and more like myself, if I put on some blush, eyeliner, and mascara more frequently. The photo above shows what I looked like upon exiting the dentist’s office today after wiping with tissues..

The other activity I identified as a good basic block towards rebuilding my life purpose was walking a few times a week. I walked once, and now I have a crack in the heel skin which is quite painful when walking. Healing requires time without pressure.

I gotta rethink this shit.

The look I was going for

Published by Sara Z

Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.

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