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May. 19th, 2016 04:19 pm I did something to my back yesterday, hoisting Tank down from the changing table, and have subsequently spent the past 26 or so hours in bed. It's better today, I make it to the bathroom without weeping, and hopefully it will be better still tomorrow. But I want to shower, I want to clean, I want to be up in Portland with Abundance going to interesting workshops with a person whose niceness I was genuinely impressed with.
I finished my latest book on audible, and have now tapped out of both Rising Strong and Sex at Dawn as my next choices, the first few chapters of each of them rendering me anxious and a little bit weepy. and I hate this, this inability to look at things, without mapping my own shortcomings onto them, these are good books with things that would probably help me to learn about.
But maybe another day. Maybe some other way. Maybe I'll join a gym and learn upsetting myself on the treadmill is the perfect way to go. Maybe I'll learn not to be upset. Maybe I shouldn't attempt anything challenging when it's still hard to sit up.
ETA: I can listen to Max Gladstone serial fiction and cross-stitch. This is a better plan.
I finished my latest book on audible, and have now tapped out of both Rising Strong and Sex at Dawn as my next choices, the first few chapters of each of them rendering me anxious and a little bit weepy. and I hate this, this inability to look at things, without mapping my own shortcomings onto them, these are good books with things that would probably help me to learn about.
But maybe another day. Maybe some other way. Maybe I'll join a gym and learn upsetting myself on the treadmill is the perfect way to go. Maybe I'll learn not to be upset. Maybe I shouldn't attempt anything challenging when it's still hard to sit up.
ETA: I can listen to Max Gladstone serial fiction and cross-stitch. This is a better plan.
