The first time I felt the burning prickle in my arm, I immediately started yelling and screaming in distaste. This sensation in my arm had happened a few times before- but not quite to this granduar. It felt like someone was shooting up herion in my hard. I had to keep shaking my arm and bending it up and down to get the burning feeling at ease. I even called Josh. No answer of course. But he would be the first person I'd blame, seeing as how I adore everything he does and is always the first person on my mind. To be honest I was fearful that he'd begun "shooting up". The second time I felt the burning in my arm, I immediately pulled over, I was driving again, and bought some beer and called in sick to work. I layed down on my bed contemplating what could be causing this other than blaming Josh. Maybe my Dad was in so much paid that that he had developed a herion habit, or maybe my Grandmother was where this was coming from, she's old, it would be completely acceptable at her age. Her husband passed away a few years ago and she hasn't been the same ever since. In my eyes, that would be reason enough. Dwelling on this has made me understand the "soul mate" concept. If one soul is spiritually connected to another, we begin to expirience happenings in our life that may be connected to someone else's soul. And it may not be the same soul all the time. We can love somone for one this and then love someone else just as much or more for another thing, that's was makes the soul tie. There are many factor's that go into the "soul mate" theory. But I still don't know who the burning sansation in my arm was coming from. I thought if I had started drinking again that it would give some relief for this happening. I even started going to the bar again in hopes of getting answers but no one seemed to get where I was coming from. Its been a few months now since this all started and it's not as strong at it was at first but I can still feel the burn everyone blue moon, I guess you could say.
Now, the pain in my foot... thats a different story. Sometimes I'm terrified of wearing heels. Not that it hurts me, but fear that it's hurting someone else.
