Again, part of the Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge. Today’s prompt:
10 Things I Couldn’t Live Without. Write a list of the 10 things you need (or love) most.
I’m going to assume that a lot of the basics — food, shelter, clothing, family and friends, access to basic health care — are covered. Not because I don’t want to write about those, but because — in a writing challenge with a lot of participants — I assume it’s more interesting for others to read if my answers are more unique. ;)
- The Casey and Linus dogs:
They are cuddly and remind me to eat my vegetables.
- My Vibrams:
You knew these were going to make the list, right? Especially now that I wear them everywhere. (PS — I chose this pic over the others because these happen to be the ones I’m wearing today.)
- My yoga mat:
Yes, it is one of “those” black mats. Based on past history, I would have destroyed 3 “standard” PVC mats in the time I have owned this one.
- Speaking of which, this yoga pose:
Both for running and for general my-pelvis-hates-me issues.
- Also triangle, for much the same reasons:
Together, they are voted Most Helpful for Not Having My Hips Seize Up on Me.
- Sports bras:
Because not all boobs play nicely with running, headstands, and prayer twists. Especially not prayer twists.
- Heating pads of all types, but especially this one that ties around my waist:
- My menstrual cup:
First, mine holds nearly twice as much as a tampon, which limits the number of times I need to zoom to the bathroom. Second, because being able to measure my menstrual flow — in an objective measurement like millilitres — is what finally got my doctors to take me seriously. Finally, because I could not survive in this world if I was the only one who wanted my menstrual products to come in black. :D
- In quite a literal sense, my birth control:
When I’m on it, my hemoglobin numbers are within spitting distance of normal (mildly anemic to just barely moderately anemic). Without it, the numbers get scary.
- Finally, pain meds:
Even though I use the OTC NSAIDs more often, I feel like I need these more. Because when I take a naproxen, it hurts, yes. But by the time I reach for anything opiate, I have reached a state of quiet (or not so quiet) desperation.
Wow. I should find something awesome to add here so the post doesn’t end on such a dire note, even if it is true. On second thought, you know what? Sometimes, that is life.