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May. 23rd, 2016 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeApparently last night my brain decided that what I needed was a dream about being taken prisoner, when I was useless getting my head blown off by a shotgun, only the guy was incompetent and it only blew the top of my head off, causing my brain to fall out nigh intact, I somehow managed to retain enough perceptive and motion ability to call the police for help because the phone was in reach, doctors managed to save me, meanwhile this is one of those super vivid dreams where I can see in color and feel some of what's going on, and what the hell. Why did my subconscious think I needed any part of that. Fuck.
On the plus side, after my wrenched back decided it wanted to get so bad normal aspirin doses wouldn't hit it, I did manage to score a quickie massage at the spa down the street with the sweetest guy ever who I'm reasonably sure kept me longer than he was strictly supposed to. I can move again! That man was amazing.
The rest of the day, though, ugh. I got home and forgot that tonight was supposed to be a Portuguese night, and ended up expending the bulk of my energy on being social and doing language study. So I guess today is not the day of getting back into the routine of doing all the things that I wanted it to be. On the plus side, on Sunday I did get a shitload of cleaning done plus sketching plus toenails (pink!) and pedicure and all that, so it's probably not that I'm still sick. It's just that for the first chunk of the day I was in pain, had nightmares last night, and then Portuguese always derails the rest of it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.
(I've been saying that for a couple weeks now and I'm so sick of myself saying that. And then I remind myself that my 'normal' is getting a truly absurd number of things in a day. And then I get caught in a loop and argh. Why is being a person so difficult.)
On the plus side, after my wrenched back decided it wanted to get so bad normal aspirin doses wouldn't hit it, I did manage to score a quickie massage at the spa down the street with the sweetest guy ever who I'm reasonably sure kept me longer than he was strictly supposed to. I can move again! That man was amazing.
The rest of the day, though, ugh. I got home and forgot that tonight was supposed to be a Portuguese night, and ended up expending the bulk of my energy on being social and doing language study. So I guess today is not the day of getting back into the routine of doing all the things that I wanted it to be. On the plus side, on Sunday I did get a shitload of cleaning done plus sketching plus toenails (pink!) and pedicure and all that, so it's probably not that I'm still sick. It's just that for the first chunk of the day I was in pain, had nightmares last night, and then Portuguese always derails the rest of it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.
(I've been saying that for a couple weeks now and I'm so sick of myself saying that. And then I remind myself that my 'normal' is getting a truly absurd number of things in a day. And then I get caught in a loop and argh. Why is being a person so difficult.)