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Thursday, 10 December 2009

  • A Stream of Introvert Consciousness

    Socializing in large groups isn't my cup of tea.  I'm either quiet and yearning to express myself or expressing myself in long-winded (1-2 minute sometimes!), detailed snippets.  Those who paid attention for the first 30 seconds would trail off and turn to someone else.  I feel more alienated especially if we have nothing in common. 

    My feelings intensified at bar settings, where all you do is sit and drink.  At least if there was a pool table or Leafs game at a particular bar, the activity would avoid awkward conversations altogether. 

    In the couple years I've felt aimless, I wanted to assert who I was more than ever.  I could never be completely satisfied with my friends, when my possible career/education would pick up and even boyfriend at times (my mom is doing fine btw ).  My depressive mode becomes wanting people to accept me for who I am. A bit more take than give. More hearing what I say, more intimacy, more deep conversations, more authenticity, more emotional connection... just something secure and real to hold my instability.  Sometimes I take things too personally as well, but people do have their own lives... I want my dreams to pick up too and to be happily busy.

    All of this unnecessary stress and emotions accumulated and manifested into a very stiff, locked spine at T1.  One day I awoke to excruciating pain. I couldn't move or cough without it hurting.  To deal with it physically, I've been going to a chiropractor and seeing my massage therapist friend.  Working with the miracle ball, sleeping on my new water pillow and watching my posture are important habits to maintain.

    Emotionally and mentally, I know now that  I'm all I need.  I accept myself and the differences between us.  Whoever naturally grows apart or closer will evitably happen.  Although I've had a strong desire to express who I really am to extroverts, I can't fully describe all my onion layers.  I'm reserving this for a chosen few who wish to get me.  If no takers, that's ok.  And I'll stop worrying about whether or not we will fall in love.  He's cold, I'm warm - we must find each other.  I know dating a guy for three years makes me anxious, but... Hey! Anything can happen... (I joke about 3+ years being like the "make it or break it" time).

    Being more loving and gentle inside means I can handle anyone, including larger groups.  I'll work on taking things less personally and become more easygoing to life.  Meet the new introvert - short and simple spurts with the best parts kept a mystery. 

Sunday, 30 August 2009

  • Finding the Strength for My Mom

    It's been an uncertain past few weeks, but I'm glad to say my mom will be fine.  After weeks of consulting with our doctor about her mammogram and finally getting her biopsy results, the medical professionals say she has a malignant (cancerous) lump the size of a jellybean on her breast.

    But the time inbetween to wait, that was difficult to see my mom go through. I became sad when I saw her enter the bathroom with tears.  I never saw my mom cry before. I told her that a few of my friends' moms did survive cancer, especially when the cancer was detected early like in her case. My mom had reason to be frightened - her mom died of breast cancer, a topic she doesn't talk about.  It was only a few days ago that she felt relieved to tell me the facts and her feelings.

    My mom told me she is scheduled to undergo a lumpectomy, a simple operation that removes the self-contained lump and a bit of the surrounding tissue. After, she will receive radiation treatments and her lymph nodes will be tested as a precaution. 

    My mom said she noticed that one of her armpits stopped perspiring in the past few years.  This could have been an indication that the toxins couldn't be released and became blocked in the milk duct. Therefore, forming the beginnings of the lump.  Also, during her periods, she noticed that particular area became very sore. However, what was most frustrating and revealing was talking to our doctor. Although our doctor is nice, she quickly dismissed my mother's theories about these strange shifts in her body.  It just wasn't in the medical bible.

    In university, I did take a course on Healing, Health and Religion which examines cross-cultural perspectives on how they view the body in relation to illness/disease. The Western model sees the illness as a foreign attacker, where the body and illness are at war.  In contrast, a Hollistic model sees illness entering the body as an imbalance in the body, where harmony in health needs to be restored.  I don't think one model is more superior than the other, but I wish that more medical doctors would take a more human side in calming concerns.  Their studying has trained some of them to distance themselves from the patient and to see  the body as an object.  An object to be dissected, problem-solved and  to ATTACK ALL THE VIRUSES! Their scientific method may be efficient and authoritative through proper medical language, but sometimes... emotionally and mentally, a patient needs to be seen as a human too to aid their physical recovery.

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

  • My Beauty Regiment Philosophy

    Beauty doesn't need to be complicated (like my photoshopped photo of Betty Boop as the Scream).

    The Scream - final

    I used to believe that using high-end products reined supreme in the land of beauty.  Now I think, "Not always." Years ago, I bought Vichy's day cream and green exfoliant feeling as if I invested more money, it would pay off.  I did enjoy using the product and decided to buy another.  To my dismay, disappointment struck when I saw Vichy's products increased in price.  I told myself, "Ah, I'm not gonna pay $34 CA dollars. There's gotta be a better alternative."  I did what my dad always does when looking for the next new gadget - I researched online. Google, Makeupalley and the Beauty Brains blog became my best buddies.

    I learned that facial lotions/creams costing more than $30 are not worth it.  You're not paying for anything special because many lower-end products can work just as effectively.  I learned that perfumes aren't the best for skin because of possible irritation. Sometimes the fewer ingredients the better for people with allergies.  And get this, I learned that organic or natural products aren't always healthier than chemical or synthetic products.  (I do use natural products, but I research carefully.)     

    I've become pretty obsessed with product research while saving money.  I ditched Vichy's line for Dove's day lotion (no perfume) even though the Shoppers rep tried to sell me Avene with its thermal spring water... blah blah blah.  I use a reasonable sunscreen, spot treat my acne with tea tree oil and I started using a homemade toner out of vinegar, lemon juice and water from Sonya's advice.  I am still using up my Vichy's exfoliant, but after, I'm looking for a replacement.  Does anyone have any suggestions for a low-end drugstore exfoliant? 
       

Tuesday, 21 July 2009

  • The Journey of Who I Want to be When I Grow Up

    About a week ago, I was rejected from the Masters Program in Occupational Therapy. Through this recession and my bad timing, 640 applicants applied, but only 86-89 could be accepted.  Seriously, I was THIS close to getting in since they phoned my references.  I was disappointed for a couple of days. 

    However, my attitude towards handling rejection has softened.  I'm usually the hardest and most critical on myself, feeling that I may never be good enough.  Now, I believe one has to look at the whole picture, rather than focusing on the short term. You take and make opportunities as they come, and definitely keep trying.

    My dreams may not be fully realized yet as I'm not sure if occupational therapy is the right fit for me.  Emotionally and mentally, I waited two years to grow more stable in these categories.  As they say, you need to take care of yourself before taking on others.

    I dabbled in television for several months before suddenly realizing that maybe health is more of my calling.  I tend to look for signs in life to confirm what my path should be.  On location one day, I had to help a woman with multiple sclerosis organize her house (for a show about cleaning houses).  I felt such patience and warmth towards her, and I knew she truly appreciated it.  I live for those feelings.  Other than that, I've always been attracted to health as it pertains to the inner and outer development of a person (eg. emotional well-being, spirituality, fitness and nutrition, creative expression, etc).  Everything I've done up to this point brings me back to these themes. 

    My greatest fear right now would be if this isn't for me.  Because then, I don't currently have any other ideas to what to pursue in life.  I might sell out in finding an office job and forever lose my soul (omg please no!)  

    This rejection asks me if I'm serious about this career. To answer this, I will look into volunteer, job shadowing or even helping with administrative tasks for an OT for September. Even if I had to apply a few times, but I gained more experience and know in my heart this is it, I will be so prepared that no one will reject me!

    ++++ UPDATE:
    Thanks so much for everyone's support!  I have such great readers. Guess what? I've been job shadowing a few times.  At my grandparent's house, I had the opportunity to observe an OT, who was conducting a home safety assessment for my grandpa that has Parkinson's.  She's installed an elevated toilet seat, special chair for the shower and a grab bar for the bed to help him with transfers.  Tennis balls were inserted on the ends of his walker to help him glide instead of exerting more effort to move.  Today, the OT taught him how to do various hand exercises with putty to strengthen his grip.

    Last Thursday, I visited a hospital.  I job shadowed four OTs in different areas: orthopedics (hip/knee injuries), medicine/surgery and hand therapy.  I watched as they interviewed patients on their physical/mental conditions, how they conducted cognitive assessments and taught them hand exercises.  Their dispositions were similar to mine: enthusiastic, helpful, patient, understanding, knowledgeable/informative and intuitive.  I enjoyed watching their interactions and the fact that they could work with so many types of equipment and tools.  I will continue job shadowing, and I shall keep bugging my volunteer coordinator about matching me with an OT related experience.

Monday, 20 July 2009

  • Clothes

    One of the most refreshing activities I enjoy is to get rid of my old clothes.  I start opening all my drawers, take out all my tops, dresses, bottoms, etc. and divide them into donate, give away and keep piles.  The qualifications for purging my old clothes are being too worn, out of style, too small or a piece I rarely wear.  So far, my cousins have been receiving daily shipments of my spontaneous purging.  I often wonder whether they think I have a lot of clothes or that I'm crazy. 

    To defend my position, I usually do wear my clothes for years and years.  I am not a compulsive buyer, and I'm perfectly fine with buying nothing from the mall.  However, when I was younger, there have been moments where I have bought an article of clothing only to discover that it's not that great on me. For example, I bought these black, leather, 5 inch heels that can tie up (like those ballet shoes).  Hmmm... I never worn them.  I discovered that I'm more of a practical gal that won't torture her toosies for beauty.  Rather, I prefer a balance between style and comfort.  So, they are sitting in my closet as a reminder of being more mindful in consumption.

    As I grow older, I am becoming more selective in what I purchase.  I try to buy more higher quality clothing at affordable prices with my own unique style in mind.  I also try not to buy more than what I need, unless it's dresses.   (As my mom once told me, "You never know when a special occasion comes up.") For shoes and purses, I tend to purchase pieces that are versatile; they are able to dress down or dress up, depending on the outfit. I can mix and match with my all my garments, so I would say my set of clothing is complete.  I only replace my essentials that are worn out, like my sunglasses or everyday purse.

    Bottom line: Think about what you are buying.  Do you really need it?  Are you going to make good use out of it? Or can you borrow it from someone? Does it meet all your standards and expectations? Do you have something similar?

    Have you guys ever bought anything that you regret?        

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