In spite of the rather large number of comments I received on my posts about Pure Med Spa, not one of the commenters responded to my request to interview them for an article I am doing on the company. I am posting this in an effort to find people who were harmed by Pure Med Spa, employees who would like to tell their story, or even those who had a great experience. If you would like to speak to me, please comment on this post and I will contact you. If you would like to remain anonymous, that request will be honored.
I dreamed I gave birth to a kitten. Giving birth to the kitten was normal. It was black and white. As it tried to nurse I realized that it was not the human I had been expecting. I remembered registering for baby things on Amazon. I realized I would have to tell everyone that I did not need those things because I did not have a baby, I had a cat. I knew why the birth had happened months before it should have, because the kitten’s gestational period was shorter than a baby’s. I missed the baby that was not human. I loved the kitten but was so sad it was not a human with arms and legs.
Damn weird dream.
All the claims people make of faith, yet when a “face” appears in a cushion (see article here), thousands flock to see their proof. If they are so faithful, why do they need to run get such “evidence”? This is only one problem in many with belief systems that rely on nothing in order to sustain themeselves. I have little doubt the “faithful” who want to see the face would say it is because they just want to see Him. I don’t buy it. They want something to back up their efforts, some proof that their beliefs are not in vain.
Today the Pope said condoms won’t stop the spread of AIDS in Africa. I’m not surprised. Maybe the Africans can pray the disease away.
I do not like other people’s hairs. I do not like them in my food. I do not like them in the shower or on a toilet seat or in a sink or touching me. I know this is slightly ridiculous. There is just something about another’s hairs curving or curling and lying there in a sauce or remaining, reminding me of another’s skin cells lining the space. The worst are hairs on public toilets. They leave little doubt from whence they came. I will not sit on them. If the seat is damp enough they cannot be removed by breath, I do not sit there.
I do not mind Milla’s hairs or Dan’s hairs or even pet hairs really. I actually enjoy running my hands and fingers through those hairs. It is the stranger hair or the person less than close to me hair that really creeps me out. I would just prefer not to touch it or have it in the shower with me, that’s all.
I know. I’m weird. I get it.
I stand in front of the mirror. My shape is only slightly changing. I am a third of the way through and I look nearly as I did when there was no alien. No one would notice except me and Dan, and Dan only when he touches me or sees me without clothes. My breasts are larger. They no longer fill my bra. So weird, an alien invading my body.
Things are not clean. Even though soap and water have been applied, objects remain clogged with grease and protein, bacteria and mire.
Grease beads on a pan, coats a plate, overlaying knives and spoons. Grease does not like soap. Add soap and grease goes away, but with too little soap or soaks in water full of oiliness the grease hovers and swims. Grease prefers cold water to warm. The hotter the water, the less likely grease will remain.
Starch is another skin. It adheres carefully and craftily, defying efforts at its removal. It cannot be seen in the water. Water must be removed or scrubs must be soapy and vigilant in order to ensure it moves on to pipes. Left to its own devices, it curls and dries, affixed with tenacity.
The backs of implements used to eat and to prepare sustenance (plates and bowls, pans, glasses and cups) all need cleansing on their backs and under their bottoms. Material hides there, ignored by those who do not consider its existence.
Toilets with urine that is not flushed begin to smell acrid and pungent.
If a toothbrush is electric and removed from the mouth before it ceases rotation, it leaves small bits of bacteria and spit on all surfaces in its vicinity. Others who come into contact with these substances may share.
Why remove items from the floor when it is more simple to walk across them than to place them elsewhere?
Used toilet tissue does not replace itself.