So I am back at work, still sick mind you, but a gal's gotta make a living. I am fascinated by my cough syrup. I tend to be stoic about cold and flu symptoms during the day(by stoic I mean I complain and act all wimpy). I usually take something at night if it's unbearable but I have this Germanic notion that to get rid of the cold more quick, you have to bear the symptoms cold turkey. Not really based on any scientific research I've done or anything...
This time around, I decided to give cough syrup a whirl. By gosh, it's stops me from coughing! Huh! Makes my ears stop feeling like they will explode outward also. Who knew? However, it also turns me into a super-focused zombie. Like, I can stay awake but if I blink too long, I start dreaming. Close my eyes for 2 seconds and I'll be out cold. Which is actually pretty cool. I"m sure there is abuse of this drug. Didn't know it was so sedative. Mmmmmm, sedative......
After a long wait and then getting it and having to wait again while it got re sized, I have a ring which denotes that T and I are now super-twins! It's our version of engagement rings. For both of us dammit! Not really being a diamond girl myself and preferring to eat and pay rent as opposed to sporting some expensive ring on my finger, we chose to both get matching silver bands.Simple as it sounds, it took us months to find what we were looking for. Boring to hear about I'm sure, but I feel swell about it. I love that T and I have an exact match in our ratio of romanticism versus pragmatism. I think matching that ratio is hugely important in a relationship. A person's individual ratio can be so nonsensical and irrational but having someone share the same balance...do you know what I mean?
Wait a second. I'm coughing and I just took that damn syrup less than an hour ago! Still spaced but coughing. What a rip!
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Yay rings!
How strange, we're in the middle of looking for matching (wedding)rings...White gold but it looks like silver. Let's call it overly expensive silver.
I thought I would be totally ironic and eye-rolling about my engagement ring but I love it each time I see it. Guess it's time to turn in my laminated feminist ID card.
Screw that.Ain't nobody needing to turn in their feminist card. It's all about intent. That's the thing that matters. You keep your feminist intent no matter what rituals or actions you choose for yourself, you keep your damn card!
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