in the fog
Jul. 19th, 2007 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radfrac_archiveFog this morning. I love fog. The mystery and the containment. The silvery cast of every object. The way coming inside, into a warm place, feels like a revelation.
Not so much coming in to work, but a shop or a bakery, say. I would have liked to go to Bon Bon's for pain au chocolat, but sugar seems to aggravate the Condition.
Normally this many grey days in July would make me frantic with disappointment. Because of this inflammation, and the combined fear of the sun and of putting anything on my face to protect it from the sun, and the hat which would be a perfect food critic's disguise, so absurd and yet so anonymous is it, the rain is a relief. In January the same weather will make me curse again that I washed up on this Island, but now the cool air and dim sky are comforting.
So it's fair if you hate it, but I think of it as a gift to me.
The puffiness is, I hope, resolving, but I still don't understand it. Of late I have lost the sense of coherence and identity in body that makes living a largely unconscious pleasure, the assumption that things will go right with your body. Everything feels fragile, fragmented, conditional, as thought the parts of my body could float apart into a haze. As though I were a mobile turning, appearing one moment to be a coherent form, and the next breath of air creating a gentle explosion into incoherent parts, or some other form altogether.
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Not so much coming in to work, but a shop or a bakery, say. I would have liked to go to Bon Bon's for pain au chocolat, but sugar seems to aggravate the Condition.
Normally this many grey days in July would make me frantic with disappointment. Because of this inflammation, and the combined fear of the sun and of putting anything on my face to protect it from the sun, and the hat which would be a perfect food critic's disguise, so absurd and yet so anonymous is it, the rain is a relief. In January the same weather will make me curse again that I washed up on this Island, but now the cool air and dim sky are comforting.
So it's fair if you hate it, but I think of it as a gift to me.
The puffiness is, I hope, resolving, but I still don't understand it. Of late I have lost the sense of coherence and identity in body that makes living a largely unconscious pleasure, the assumption that things will go right with your body. Everything feels fragile, fragmented, conditional, as thought the parts of my body could float apart into a haze. As though I were a mobile turning, appearing one moment to be a coherent form, and the next breath of air creating a gentle explosion into incoherent parts, or some other form altogether.
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Date: 2007-07-20 04:27 pm (UTC)my face is red all the time and there's no real solution yet. it's annoying to say the least in my case.
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Date: 2007-07-20 11:18 pm (UTC)It's not meds coz it started before, though there's an outside chance it could be the massive doses of ibuprofen I was taking. Basically my doctor (saw him today) said it was stress, with fits with my general physiological reaction to stress thing.
No fix but the good life...
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Date: 2007-07-21 08:53 pm (UTC)