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Jun. 13th, 2014 02:42 pmDay 3
Okay, I just started to get a little weepy about my inability to clean.
I hate everything being this dirty and cluttered, I hate this feeling of helplessness, I hate feeling this gross, I hate this weird cocktail of exhaustion and restless energy. I feel like I've been keeping it together reasonably well, there was a lot of crying Sunday night, a mixture of pain and despair, and then more crying on Monday, mostly from pain, and then good until now (or at least, I don't remember any other significant crying).
There's a blister on my heel under the cast, which sucks mightily, this new boot-cast-thing is like three hundred pounds of suck, but is at least a little load bearing. Light's working from home today, and caught me crying, so now I feel like shit and I feel guilty about feeling like shit.
I wanted to go the farmer's market this weekend (before foot-breaking ensued) and I want to stress-bake, and I want to see people, but not in my dirty house, but it takes so much effort to go anywhere and I feel like I'm in a bad mood all the time.
Injury feels so much like failure.
Okay, I just started to get a little weepy about my inability to clean.
I hate everything being this dirty and cluttered, I hate this feeling of helplessness, I hate feeling this gross, I hate this weird cocktail of exhaustion and restless energy. I feel like I've been keeping it together reasonably well, there was a lot of crying Sunday night, a mixture of pain and despair, and then more crying on Monday, mostly from pain, and then good until now (or at least, I don't remember any other significant crying).
There's a blister on my heel under the cast, which sucks mightily, this new boot-cast-thing is like three hundred pounds of suck, but is at least a little load bearing. Light's working from home today, and caught me crying, so now I feel like shit and I feel guilty about feeling like shit.
I wanted to go the farmer's market this weekend (before foot-breaking ensued) and I want to stress-bake, and I want to see people, but not in my dirty house, but it takes so much effort to go anywhere and I feel like I'm in a bad mood all the time.
Injury feels so much like failure.
