Just when I start thinking my drinking is in fact under control, it flares up again-like some bad rash or something. What causes it specifically? I don’t really know for sure, but then again if I look at the circumstances leading up to the times when I drink the most, those are actually preceded by some sort of intense-filled moment usually caused by family or by some relation of the moment. And how do you solve that? It’s not like you can trade, upgrade or decimate your own family and relations- well you could but that’s for another story.
Over the weekend I noticed something I hadn’t really seen before- GH pointed out that he had never noticed my hand veins stuck out, bulged out of my skin. I had noticed the actual veins, green and bulging before but didn’t think much of it, ‘till Saturday when I noticed that these only bulge when I am in a state of extreme excitement, usually the bad kind, the kind that sends the lower left backside of my head to doing it’s own painful dance. When I’m calm the green bulging monsters on the back of my hands and wrists are barely visible. When I’m calm I don’t have man-hands. When I’m calm I’m usually holding a PBR- is that bad?
So I’m trying a new thing: to not cause my veins to bulge as that is most likely linked to the high blood pressure my doctor warned about. But I find that I don’t have as much control over this as I’d like. Just reading certain things gets me going, talking to some people- the mere sight of them gets me going- but rather than going to pills for “controlling” this, I’m trying “alternative” measures, aka drinking more PBR or trying to justify/think clearly of the things/people/situations that cause my veins to overfill with my rushing blood- mostly just drinking more PBR though.
This was apparently in my thoughts over the weekend, cause I wondered if I still have man hands when I’m on the PBR, of course I usually don’t think to look or notice, but in between the pictures of the burlesque troop I saw this weekend, there were several of the back of my hands and they didn’t look particularly manly to me. So I guess my self-prescribed medication is working indeed. Who needs doctors after all? Don’t ask me in 15 years, I’ll probably already be in liver treatment clinics.
My chiropractor friend said that even though we have averages for everything some people don’t fit within these averages, bodies function at higher or lower levels, making each one different, special. That makes sense; I mean I’ve never quite fit into any particular category, why should my blood’s speed be any different.
Over the weekend I noticed something I hadn’t really seen before- GH pointed out that he had never noticed my hand veins stuck out, bulged out of my skin. I had noticed the actual veins, green and bulging before but didn’t think much of it, ‘till Saturday when I noticed that these only bulge when I am in a state of extreme excitement, usually the bad kind, the kind that sends the lower left backside of my head to doing it’s own painful dance. When I’m calm the green bulging monsters on the back of my hands and wrists are barely visible. When I’m calm I don’t have man-hands. When I’m calm I’m usually holding a PBR- is that bad?
So I’m trying a new thing: to not cause my veins to bulge as that is most likely linked to the high blood pressure my doctor warned about. But I find that I don’t have as much control over this as I’d like. Just reading certain things gets me going, talking to some people- the mere sight of them gets me going- but rather than going to pills for “controlling” this, I’m trying “alternative” measures, aka drinking more PBR or trying to justify/think clearly of the things/people/situations that cause my veins to overfill with my rushing blood- mostly just drinking more PBR though.
This was apparently in my thoughts over the weekend, cause I wondered if I still have man hands when I’m on the PBR, of course I usually don’t think to look or notice, but in between the pictures of the burlesque troop I saw this weekend, there were several of the back of my hands and they didn’t look particularly manly to me. So I guess my self-prescribed medication is working indeed. Who needs doctors after all? Don’t ask me in 15 years, I’ll probably already be in liver treatment clinics.
My chiropractor friend said that even though we have averages for everything some people don’t fit within these averages, bodies function at higher or lower levels, making each one different, special. That makes sense; I mean I’ve never quite fit into any particular category, why should my blood’s speed be any different.
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