Two weeks of foolishly waiting for the dentist’s office to notify me of my x-ray results confirmed my decision to cancel the appointment yesterday that was scheduled for the end of this week with the dental hygienist mentioned in my Two Too Much post. It would not have mattered even if they did call me. My body has its own agenda. When I don’t obey my intuition, there often seems to be an alternative back-up system ready to take over. In this particular case of ignoring my immediate gut instinct to have as little to do with this dental hygienist as possible, along with allowing her to ‘push’ me into making another appointment for what could possibly only amount to another stressful ‘discussion’, caused my body to rebel. I guess my physical health figured that if I can ignore my mental health by subjecting myself to a person who is not conducive to my well-being, then my body must have figured that the temporary removal of its physical health ought to command enough attention for helping to remind me of this life-long pattern I have.
Before being too quick to use the word ‘coincidence’ for describing the timing of getting sick with a cold, I might need to add that my history for catching colds over the past couple of decades amounts to an approximate total of five colds. (I already started ranting about the topic of politics within the medical community in my How about coverage for coverage? post, so I won’t get into that here.) I refer to our contemporary times as ‘PP’ days, since there is a pill and/or program for any inconvenient disorder in existence that someone can gain from financially.
I remember the last time there was a full moon — January 10th at 10:27 P.M. It was snowing outdoors. I was sleigh riding untiringly for hours in that naturally bright evening light.
Single digit temperatures are not uncomfortable if you’re dressed warm enough, but it’s okay by me that neighbors would argue differently since it’s attitudes like theirs which keep the outdoors during winter nights so quiet! I never would have imagined that 1½ weeks later I would be feeling as crappy as I do now.
What I find weird is how often I can be exposed to what would cause most people to get sick, but yet I don’t get affected. But then there are other situations which seem to guarantee destruction to my immune system. It makes sense that Aspies, being naturally extra-sensitive towards most things, would also be more greatly affected by negative social encounters than most neurotypicals probably are.
Here is a recent photo captured in front of my mac as I began to feel a cold settling in to visit for awhile. Usually whenever a new photo manages to crop me, most likely I’m not in my ‘normal’ state of being. Yes, if I wore at least some make-up I wouldn’t look so bland and it would cause my blue eyes to command more attention, but should I dye my hair too like I’ve been told? Never! My advice? Be thankful for what God gives you… even old age and all the grey hairs that accompany it!
I wonder what the consequences will be for me at the beginning of next month, if I get to serve as a trial juror? It probably won’t be stressful because I doubt the court will want an Aspie juror. The last time I went during their selection process it was obvious to me how such things aren’t much different from the times when team captains chose members and I was always the last to get picked. Most people don’t want to serve as a juror. I’d love to, but don’t ever get beyond being like quiet wall paneling in a courtroom that just takes up space.
I don’t remember specifically what questions get asked to jurors (it was many years ago), but I do remember thinking (after listening to dozens of people responding) I don’t think at all like these other people here.
