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About Cynthia

I am a textile artist, embroiderer, wood burner, costumer, painter, and weaver who sees magic and change in the chain stitch and a well done Palestrina knot. I wish I had more control over the ways of the human world but alas, all I can control are my actions and my attitude in life and the consistency of my stitches. And sometimes even that doesn’t pan out as hoped and I must rip rip rip.

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The Palin Problem

Palin filibusters. She repeats words, filling space with deadwood. Cut the verbiage and there’s not much content there. Here’s but one example of many from her interview with Hannity: “Well, there is a danger in allowing some obsessive partisanship to get into the issue that we’re talking about today. And that’s something that John McCain, too, his track record, proving that he can work both sides of the aisle, he can surpass the partisanship that must be surpassed to deal with an issue like this.”

When Couric pointed to polls showing that the financial crisis had boosted Obama’s numbers, Palin blustered wordily: “I’m not looking at poll numbers. What I think Americans at the end of the day are going to be able to go back and look at track records and see who’s more apt to be talking about solutions and wishing for and hoping for solutions for some opportunity to change, and who’s actually done it?”

Tubular.  Or is that nucular?

I forgot that just because I got sober doesn’t mean everyone else did too

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I went to the medicine cabinet about an hour ago.  I was just home from my acupuncturist.  I’ve had the worst headaches of late, worse than usual, more frequent than usual.  I planned on getting my treatment, then coming home, having some tea and a pain pill. The Maltax wasn’t working and because it is a muscle spasm that is causing the pain I thought that was a good idea. And the bottle was empty.  Now, I’m a good recovering addict. I count my pills. I make sure to drag that one prescription out as long as possible.  I typically get it refilled every 10-12 months.  There were 12 pills in that bottle the last time I took one.  And the bottle was empty. Not gone. Empty. I would never keep an empty pill bottle in the medicine cabinet.

And I know who took it.  The only person who has been in my home besides my parents and my best buddy?  The man who cut the tree.  He’d been here all day.  I let him in to use the bathroom.  I thought it was taking him a very long time.  When he was gone, I went in to smudge the room and noticed weird red brown spots on the floor by the toilet.  And when I got in to take a shower the next day the same red brown spots on the floor of the tub. GROSS.  I cleaned it up.  But it never occurred to me that he took the drugs.

But took them he did.  I’ve reported him to the landlord for what it’s worth.  But that won’t replace them, they are long gone.  Worth a hell of a lot of money I discovered after a quick google.  I’ve contacted my doctor to request a refill but I have no insurance at this time. Because it is Percocet she might have to log a refill as an office visit.  It could cost me over $200 to replace them.  OMG.

And my headache? Is back.  *sigh* 

Tea it is. And some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.  And a book. And hopefully a good night’s sleep because I haven’t had one in a week.