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I Sting the Body Electric

I surely hope Ray Bradbury forgives me for the horribly punish titles, but I’m rolling that way this morning.

Last night was another of the “I Pay a Nice Lady to Torture Me” evenings, which is to mean a electrolysis session.  The good news is the work is becoming a little simpler since there are fewer hairs.  The bad new is with there being fewer hairs, it makes it harder to get at the ones that remain, even after going almost two full days without shaving.  Oh, and it hurts:  I believe I’ve mentioned that.

Still, while we didn’t cover as much area as last time, a lot was accomplished, and I bore through the pain, even though I stopped a few times to apply a topical, because I was gripping my grounding bar hard enough to cause my hand to go numb.

Just keep reminding myself, "To be beautiful is painful."

Just keep reminding myself, “To be beautiful is painful.”

Oh, and you may notice, after you finish cringing at the close-up of my damaged face, my new doo.  To get a better look at it, I snapped this picture in the universal bathroom about six hours earlier:

It doesn't show as much of my big forehead as the last one.

It doesn’t show as much of my big forehead as the last one.

Though I still look like I’m grimacing in pain or something.  Probably because of the program I’ve been working on.  As it was Wednesday yesterday, I have on a somewhat pink top and pink lip stain, because on Wednesdays we wear pink, ladies.  Right?

Believe it or not, when I got home I actually wrote.  Total count was four hundred and thirty-eight words, but it was a start to the next scene, and . . . I designed Kerry’s new flight patch.  As Vicky pointed out the year before, once out of Basic Flight your flight patch is changed so people can tell you’re not a noob anymore, and all the kids still flying have had their patch changed to reflect something more in line with their call sign.  Annie is Athena, so her’s is sort of easy, as is Emma’s, who is Selene.  Kerry on the other hand . . . all I’ll say is, it’s a good thing Vicky’s a bit of a geek, ’cause she’ll have done him right.  I mean, I have give some thought to what she’d design . . .

Something else worth mentioning:  I labeled the Blue Line with names for the segments of the course.  Because race courses are like that, and you want to have cool names for those places.  Like one section of the course that gets it’s own scene:  Helter Skelter.  And being that I have it figured out on a three dimensional map, I know how that section of the course looks:

From above--

From above–

And from the Pentagram Wall.

And from the Pentagram Wall.

Now all I have to do is lay out the Red Line–and more importantly remember how to create these bendable lines in Blender–label the sucker, and I’m done with that.  And I will have to lay out the Red Line because . . . reasons.

It’s that time to say goodbye again.

Let’s hope it a day that sees the swelling go down . . .

15 thoughts on “I Sting the Body Electric

  1. I’m sorry you’ve been suffering. I have a first cousin in the Philippines who is a dermatologist, a real MD. I had my face “cleaned ” twice, one in 2010, and another in 2014. Freebie , of course. In 2014, I told her I had to go to the beach first. ( Sunlight is a no no for at least a week. ) Would you believe I had to bring an umbrella to protect my face or run to the nearest shade. ) I thought my skin was fine, no zits and whatever, but just one look at my face and it was deemed imperfect. Sheesh.

    • It’s not really suffering, but man, it does hurt. I’ve had a couple of sessions where I broke down and cried hard because of the pain. Even last night my hands were going numb from gripping the grounding bar so hard.

      • Wow ! It was that painful !

        Mine was like pinpoint burning. It stung a bit, but was bearable.

        Do you know Filipino women are so into skin care ? No wonder my cousin has such a lucrative practice.

  2. Reading your accounts of your electro-torment is as close as I ever plan to get to the process–yikes. You’re more courageous that I would be. I don’t even like getting a haircut. As for “paying a nice lady to torture me”….well, who knows….?

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