Kanye West: IT IS NOT OKAY

I know that I need to update about where I've been the last couple of weeks, and I will, but there's something I would normally give three seconds of thought too that has been sitting with me.  I find it cringe-worthy to be about to write more about this person, but I am feeling the need.  As those of you who keep an eye on entertainment news already know, Kanye West had a concert recently.  For those of you who don't already know to what I am referring, at this concert, Kanye demanded that every single person in the audience get on his or her feet.  (Already obnoxious... these concert-goers are basically paying his salary, they should be able to sit or stand as they please).  He then stopped his show entirely because he saw two people in the audience who remained sitting.  It turns out that both of those two people were handicapped and that is why they did not stand.  One person had a prosthetic leg and the other was confined to a wheelchair.  Kanye then had his security go VERIFY with the person in the wheelchair that the person had proof of disability.  First, I don't even know what that is.  A wheelchair seems like pretty good proof to me.  Second, he has already embarrassed these two people who paid money to go to his concert.  And third, and this is what gets me, what would Kanye have done if there was someone there who had a disability or handicap or injury that WASN'T readily apparent to the eye?  What if someone was in the early stages of pregnancy and feeling dizzy?  Or recovering from knee surgery but off of crutches?  What if this was a hemophiliac who didn't want to get too jostled by the crowd?  Or, because this blog is all about me, had endometriosis.  It didn't click with me how absurd this stunt was until I thought about if I had been in attendance at that concert.  

My Hierarchy of Pain Needs

I mentioned yesterday that I had finally broken down and bought some supportive bras for non-gym use.  (I already have heavy duty sports bras that are great for the gym).  I was nervous that I would have to not only increase my cup size, but my band size as well and that would hurt my self-image.  Well, I have been a 36 for as long as I can remember and I am now comfortably a 36/38 while still being a DDD cup.  While I could do without the extra letters on that cup size, I feel good fitting into my own size clothes again.  (Although I cannot wear my medium t-shirts because there is no way they are fitting over my chest).  I felt good enough to actually buy a couple shirts (on sale!) that help me feel like my old self.  I would like to be a little more toned still, but it was really a good feeling to be in normal clothes even while I'm still getting my hormone shot because that is supposed to cause major weight gain.  

5/18/14

Today was alright, I guess.  A couple relatives came to visit with my Mom and helped, brought food, etc.  That is always appreciated.  So emotionally, it was good to see family and get hugs (and a pillowcase!) and chat and thank them for helping out.  Other than that though, I have not been feeling great today.  Of course, my analytical brain always wants a reason for when I feel different so I search for something that may have triggered me feeling a little worse, like overdoing something, pushing myself too far, stuff like that.  I have begun to wonder if analyzing and looking for a reason is healthy, or if, like the nature of endometriosis, I am looking for causes where the causes are all unknown.