"it is the nature of stone to convert bone"

There's a muscle under my right shoulder blade that's been screaming for a couple days now.  I don't know if I messed it up while on vacation, or at the gym the day after vacation but it's having the side effect of making me sit up straight.  Which makes me feel  as though I'm thrusting my breasts at the world.   Which has also made me realize that it's probably time for another eye exam, because it's difficult to read the computer screen while sitting up straight. 

I have been full of feelings about Angelina Jolie's announcement.   The thing I said to my therapist was "I guess pretty people get pretty stories" and I know it's a carefully crafted statement which may only represent a fraction of her experience, but I certainly took the opportunity to beat myself up for 1) taking months to recover b) not feeling like my end result is beautiful and c) not being over it.

And the last one of those is a sharp stick I keep poking myself with.   I believe I'm supposed to be over it by now.  It was an event, it's in the past, there's nothing to be changed, I made my decision and I should be able to handle all the aftermaths with my stiff upper lip.   But today, in the morning I went in for my bone density scan, because I have borderline osteoporosis and in the evening, I cried sitting in a coffee shop, because I'm not over it yet, because having the same problems as a woman fifteen (or more) years my elder makes me feel broken.

But Light fed me pinkberry, and took me home, and we finished BattleBlock Theater, and Light gave a pair of very sexy panties (thank you again Hips and Curves), so now i just have to engineer a scenario where I can show them off to people.  (I'm pretty sure I've already engineered said scenario, and it's called any time I'm around my friends.)