Anyway, I'm sitting at my desk using my desktop computer because the plug on my laptop is wiggly. I've been here for a few hours.
Back up -- I haven't sat regularly at a desk since I quit my AmeriCorps position back in April or May. Since then, I've been waitressing, which involves a lot of standing and walking. At home, working or reading or making ringtones like I was NOT doing an hour ago, I've been slouching in bed. In all other situations, I am usually tumbled around like Flaming June.
And since April or May, I've been thinking back on how bad my pain was last winter. Sometimes just executing a single Flaming June tumble made me cry. It was like when the T-1000 falls into molten steel and melts into a hundred terrible faces at the end of Terminator 2.
At the time, I thought my pain was because I was sitting so much. Then, when my pain got better after I quit AmeriCorps, I thought the bad flares must've been due to stress. But here I am, having sat maybe six hours total with breaks, and my cooch is a-flare and my butt feels like it's growing aliens.
I need to start keeping a list of CONFIRMED vulvodynia observations. Yes, Esther, you've done that experiment THREE HUNDRED TIMES with the same result.
I understand that I'm a skeptic by nature, but I think at this point it's more like self-flagellation. This pain MUST be some form of melodrama...
P.S. The new Blogger interface just told me that my blog has had 37,542 page views! I think that's pretty good for a blog about something no one has heard of.