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Dec. 4th, 2015 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell, that was a complete and utter breakdown that no one needed. Due to reasons my brain just utterly shut down all nope. No. Cannot cope. Literally I shut the computer and after chasing my own thoughts in circles right now, managed to get out two only semi-coherent messages to the braintwin and pulled the blankets over my head to at least attempt to sleep it off. At which point the fucking phone rang with a goddamn wrong number. And then I woke up for the second time and felt better enough to do the time-sensitive online courses thing (81% in Western Civ! Considering I missed four out of seven quizzes, fucking yay!) and at least try to get a more expressive message to the braintwin, mostly consisting of hi okay sorry about that here are all the stressors. There were fourteen of them over the last two-three days. I don't even think that was everything. I was impressed in a very not-good way.
Which, chief among them was my fucking hand which is actually on the surface doing much better today. I might manage stretching activities like typing or drawing or writing? Sorting through and moving things, I'm really not sure how much weight the muscle will support, which will make capoeira interesting tomorrow. More ice, more muscle relaxants. More protein, maybe, for great muscle healing. Yogurt and the like. Ugh.
Today I think will be a day of being less on social media and more trying to get everything done that I usually mean to do in a day. Because for once, getting shit done isn't the problem! It's all the other stressors in my life that are a problem. ... Well, no, one part (the writing/editing/publishing, to no one's surprise) is definitely a problem, but that one I'm relatively used to dealing with. I just need to take it slow and easy on myself. It'll help that until Saturday evening maybe, I won't have time to deal with the print publishing aspect, which is currently the biggest boogeyman under that particular bed.
Hey, and I managed to type all of this out without my hand getting any puffier or redder or hurting more. Go me. Still going to take some more muscle relaxants though.
Which, chief among them was my fucking hand which is actually on the surface doing much better today. I might manage stretching activities like typing or drawing or writing? Sorting through and moving things, I'm really not sure how much weight the muscle will support, which will make capoeira interesting tomorrow. More ice, more muscle relaxants. More protein, maybe, for great muscle healing. Yogurt and the like. Ugh.
Today I think will be a day of being less on social media and more trying to get everything done that I usually mean to do in a day. Because for once, getting shit done isn't the problem! It's all the other stressors in my life that are a problem. ... Well, no, one part (the writing/editing/publishing, to no one's surprise) is definitely a problem, but that one I'm relatively used to dealing with. I just need to take it slow and easy on myself. It'll help that until Saturday evening maybe, I won't have time to deal with the print publishing aspect, which is currently the biggest boogeyman under that particular bed.
Hey, and I managed to type all of this out without my hand getting any puffier or redder or hurting more. Go me. Still going to take some more muscle relaxants though.