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Sep. 16th, 2015 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo, despite bouncing from being depressed, self-loathing, and screamingly angry at my temporary disability and lack of cope, to being pretty happy and hyper and cheerful about the whole thing I have managed to:
-- cuttwo three scenes from WL that were essentially artifact scenes at this point
-- found the next scene that actually does need to make it to the next (final? please god?) draft that needs edited and copy-pasta'd that into the current version of the doc
-- did the scary thing and contacted trans friends and partners of trans friends to ask them to please look over the story so that I don't accidentally hurt someone with it or bang on an overused trope or anything like that, and six weeks in advance of it getting published even!
-- did the day jobligations including unpacking the incoming and shipping the outgoing
-- fed myself two yogurt cups for healthy and an eclair for calories despite significant lack of appetite yay depression, even if it might be more temporary than most people's
(Come to that, is it possible that my depression is only regulated so far with the birth control, so that it's just there waiting for stress to wear down my defenses be they more thought-process-based or more biochemical based and then it pops out, like now, to gnaw at my ankles? Is that how I should be thinking about this?)
-- did some talking and not some staying offline and hiding and curling up in a cave
-- notified the Aunt about having to leave early to go to the meeting of ominous
-- took my sorry ass to capoeira
-- did about ten minutes MORE of capoeira than usual because Capoeira Groot got a bug up his butt about let's all go work on handstands, not that it wasn't fun but ow what the hell did I tweak
-- cooked a healthy dinner for me and the boy
-- ate dinner! there was food! it was consumed! a full serving of it even! which is probably less than I need to consume after capoeira but at this point I'll take what food I can manage to make myself eat
-- took painkillers for the ow what the hell did I tweak in my back
-- put down the writing when I discovered I wasn't much capable of it
-- scooped cat litter
-- went to bed at a reasonable and early time
-- with the heating pad on my poor tweaked back
(list to be updated as I keep bulling through shit)
-- cut
-- found the next scene that actually does need to make it to the next (final? please god?) draft that needs edited and copy-pasta'd that into the current version of the doc
-- did the scary thing and contacted trans friends and partners of trans friends to ask them to please look over the story so that I don't accidentally hurt someone with it or bang on an overused trope or anything like that, and six weeks in advance of it getting published even!
-- did the day jobligations including unpacking the incoming and shipping the outgoing
-- fed myself two yogurt cups for healthy and an eclair for calories despite significant lack of appetite yay depression, even if it might be more temporary than most people's
(Come to that, is it possible that my depression is only regulated so far with the birth control, so that it's just there waiting for stress to wear down my defenses be they more thought-process-based or more biochemical based and then it pops out, like now, to gnaw at my ankles? Is that how I should be thinking about this?)
-- did some talking and not some staying offline and hiding and curling up in a cave
-- notified the Aunt about having to leave early to go to the meeting of ominous
-- took my sorry ass to capoeira
-- did about ten minutes MORE of capoeira than usual because Capoeira Groot got a bug up his butt about let's all go work on handstands, not that it wasn't fun but ow what the hell did I tweak
-- cooked a healthy dinner for me and the boy
-- ate dinner! there was food! it was consumed! a full serving of it even! which is probably less than I need to consume after capoeira but at this point I'll take what food I can manage to make myself eat
-- took painkillers for the ow what the hell did I tweak in my back
-- put down the writing when I discovered I wasn't much capable of it
-- scooped cat litter
-- went to bed at a reasonable and early time
-- with the heating pad on my poor tweaked back
(list to be updated as I keep bulling through shit)