Vitamin G

We're under the influence, it's a sickness, it's grief.
We're eating fruit and taking fish oil.
Some of the worst afflicted are from Hinchinbrook house and half those girls are sea creatures (mermaids? silkies? dugongs?) and when we were down in Old Whaling Town (Albany) we saw "Dog Rock" (go look Ren, it's all here sweet pea) and they said "That's obviously a seal. White people are so stupid." and then we saw that yes it was a seal.
In the supermarket they found the food they like in a jar - dried herring in oil. They ate these very quickly. Hence the fish oil. They seem to need a lot of fish oil. They have been grieving hard. And then there was the Cow God dream.
At last that's clarified.
I don't care any more for my own selfish desires (I'm Trouble, hi) I don't care to maintain my position. If it makes them happy for us to follow these restrictions then that's okay. I'm not going to fight them any more. I don't really ~care~ the same way I just have words. And what's the point of using them against others if you don't need to. So I won't. It helps that Mannie and Just Jo have said okay, okay, okay, okay, at last okay. We don't have a time line. We're just all trying to get through this.
So that's us.
Physical revelation (this blog is Sick, Sick, Sick) about our NotSoAwfulAsWeFeared Pain - you know, the one that we found out is (hurray!) nothing to do with organs or cancer or anything else terrible like that but is basically a mixed message a nervous error. That still HURTS, btw.
Well we have found another possible strategy to do with posture.
Intellectually lots of us (Just Jo, Thea, Francesca) have long agreed that the concealment of breast development (ie. hunched shoulders etc.) in young girls can damage their posture and while we knew this and have been trying for years to correct it (and suceeding in lots of ways) we didn't realise that the initial impulse - that led us to poor posture - is still with us and we didn't realise that this is the way our other pain is going to eventually go away. We did a Feldenkries class (we're very happy about it - the teacher is lovely and it's a great technique) and perhaps something in that class made us more observant because we noticed it a couple of days later at a gentle standing exercise class when we were doing the puppet exercise (hanging from a string) and felt our spine re-align slightly and that's when we had the physical revelation that the actual drive to conceal breasts (which was so strong in us for lots of reasons - some of us being boys, some of us being shy, some of us having already had some various disturbing sexual experiences and many of us not ready to grow up at all and frightened of puberty, and many of us frightened of the teasing and cruelty that was standard etc. etc.) - that drive was still with us and I'm a big carrier of it (I'm Trouble) and so I really need to be the one to address it. I'll add it to my list, right on top of EVERYTHING ELSE because it's just so important I realise.
There's two ways to get the discs aligned properly and only one way is right - the right way is to open my pectoral muscles and pull my shoulders (up first then curling back) right back and then drop them as low as I can. It feels weird. That's because it's not our habit. That weird feeling will change very quickly.
Apparently.
I'm going to write at Trouble at Work now.