twitchy is now going six weeks strong.

botox is out. a paralysis of the 24hr palpitate can’t be guaranteed, and the risks of an imbalance in the face are high.

my chemical asymmetry and emotional incongruity are the rice and beans to my family of origin enchilada.

i don’t need anymore imbalances on my plate.

yesterday i gave acupuncture a whirl.

contrary to what others say, those needles are sharp, they do hurt, and i bled.

the soothing sounds of pachebel piped over ocean waves, a sugary sweet gardenia candle, and the honey purr of my doctor’s voice were the only things saving her {doctor} from an open palm smack each time she pricked me with one of those tiny, chinese voodoo pins.

diaphragmatically breathing in through the nose, and out through the mouth….i went to my happy place:

it’s amazing what visualization can do for anxiety.

alas, bitch twitch still here.

she’s actually a little amp’d up post STAB session, but dr. sugar-lips warned me that may happen.

perhaps twitchy likes chocolate candy bars.

more to follow.

tuesday happy to you m’loves.