Sometimes I want to wear High Heels

I haven’t quite figured this one out yet. I suppose it’s because I see how lovely they make women legs look, and they seem like they would be fun. And for someone who doesn’t wear them (and probably for someone who does) I walk well in them.  I can dance in high heels. Just last week I tried on some four inch stilettos with a platform.  They made me somewhere over six feet tall.  The main problem with heels, is I fall, a lot. I fall wearing any type of shoes. I fall wearing clogs. I fall wearing Converse. In the end there isn’t much to this post. Only a wistfulness that I could wear high heels. I also wish they didn’t hurt my toes so much!

 

Have you Ever had a Migraine?

While I would prefer to keep my migraines out of this blog, I have found that it may be near to impossible.  You see, I suffer chronic daily headaches as well as frequent migraines.

Oh they’re clever too. They can strike quickly, or very sloooow! Sometimes my fingers begin to tingle.   Every once in a while I become  mean, unbearably mean, like the bully who would pick out any physical trait that made for good fodder. There are times that I become rock bottom depressed wondering how my world began to suck so hard.  

Then there is the the slow loss of my vocabulary.  It used to be after a severe migraine, I would lose words very easily.  I pictured my brain with grill marks charred into it.  Now though, everyday I struggle to find words and often wind my way around to what I’m attempting to in say in five words rather than two.

 As a poet this is turning out to be the hardest part.  

Sure migraines are good material for poems.  The intense pounding of my head, seeing weird lights,  feeling like a pencil is being pushed into my temple or sometimes my inner eye.  Or the time (TMI ahead) I threw up red Gatorade and (not wearing my glasses) thought I had internal bleeding!
But this loss of words has really thrown me.  I was used to losing words for a day or two during recovery from a brutal migraine.  Now, I forget words daily, or for a week at a time.  I have to describe to Mike what I am trying to say, in order to find the word.  It’s a little unsettling.  

 

It also leads to a lot more revising in my poems.

 

To skate?

So, the Boston Derby Dames are opening up for recruitment! I love to skate, and have been wanting to join a roller deby team.  One might say  “hmm, Katy really should try out for roller derby.” But then a sensible(?) side says “WTF? That’s the worst idea!”

Remember how when we were young hitting the ground hard didn’t hurt? Well, now it hurts! A lot!  I tried learning to skateboard in high school and really never made it past coasting fast on the board until the wheels hit a raised spot in the concrete the board stopped and I kept going.
I tried snowboarding, but with little patience for continually falling and getting up again, the two hours it took me to get down a mountain; which included running into a tree and being stuck in a snowdrift up to my butt.  I was sore for days afterwards.

Practices are 2-5 times a week plus added time you have to donate doing other tasks.  Can I fit that in with working on my masters? Which requires at least 25  (but really more) hours a week? Plus, working parttime?

Have I grown too tall to have a good center of gravity while aimless rolling around on eight wheels?
But the glory, the bruises to show off, the costumes, the animal competitiveness that comes out during a bout, the teammanship.

I need to decide quickly so I can head to scrimmages.

I also need a pair of skates.