It's a rainy Anzac day in the nation's capital and not fit for outside riding. So it's exercise bike time which, as it turns out, is not that fun.
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I had an Epic Cook Off—in title case so I can intialise to ECO. It was sparked by a casual mention of a topic and it cut straight through my ego defence and I lost it; I had fight AND flight. I ended up crying in the street and it took about an hour to come down from it. Fully ghastly. I had to have a couple of drinks and a shower to take the edge off; my top was soaked from rage and scare sweat. I loathe that I had an ECO—it's been a while since I had one.
A shard slipped between my top front teeth and sliced into the webbing of my gum. It fucking hurt. I had to douse the shard in pepsi to remove it.I don't like food that fights back.
I have PTSD and one of my triggers is loud and unpleasant noises.There's tree lopping happening. The noise is monstrous. I stood outside the shed and bathed in it, getting used to it, until I'd had enough then calmly got earphones and distanced myself. My tolerance for this audio shit has increased; it is not forcing me to flee. I have protection on but can still discern it but the discernment is not causing the trigger to pull.I am astounded at what I can cope with now.
Me---"I may be a big person with big problems but at least I have a big helicoper!"theboy---"You don't have a helicopter."Me---"True."
thewife fixed the gears so I took the BYB for a super ride. I went to a part of town I've never been to and followed a path to see where it ended; puffing lightly as the bike and I forged up a hill.The path ended at the literal edge of town, in a paddock with the freeway a short way away. I furtled back, zipping through yet more streets I have never been in before. Then I got some Pringles for the chickens.
The BYB is mostly good---save for the gear chain slipping---and I've been riding it out and about my neighborhood. Today I went out farther than I've been and zipped about places I've only experienced walking or driving.It was zen; the riding, the breath, the wind and the speed.BYB is a pleasure machine.WFTW.
I'm suffering abdominal spasms. I can see my stomach ripple ... then moment later my guts ripple as well. It is eye watering.I don't think I had dairy but it's similar to that kind of discomfort.Rippling guts, inside and out, make it hard to sleep. So I'm distracting myself with a biography of Charles Manson.He was full of shit and wind, too.Yet another early morn in bloat land, population me.
BYB got fixed but has a knock and needs a tweak. So I had to ride the exercise bike. It sucked. There's been a reorg in the shed and there was a white plastic bag with Christmas lights where one of the battery operated strands was on. I kept riding as I sorted through the bag to find which strand was operated by what pack. It took 700 metres and one and a half sessions clicking switches until I found the right one.Some of the lights had snow crystal surrounds of hard pointy plastic.
I de-rezzed it by snapping the chain again. This after having had the chain come off five times. But, after it snapped, the electric motor still worked and I zipped along at a tasty clip and thrilled at the journey. I got more shout outs from people I passed who were excited to see the BYB.And why no? It's most exciting. Hopefully the BYB will be re-rezzed and off I'll go at a tasty clip.