Tag: Pain

Of TheraIce Masks and Thorough Exhaustion

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14,803 Days Alive

56 Days Until I’ve Been Alive for 15,000 Days

0 Books Chosen for the 13 Moons Reading Challenge

Well, I know this is going to be late to post because I am currently hiding in a dark room with the “ice hat” on. (Edit: called it! I slept till 1030 Wednesday morning.) I also call the thing our “hawk hat”. Whatever you call it, it is helping. Between the TheraIce frozen hat thingie, my usual cocktail of migraine meds, a full-sugar Coca-Cola (for the first time I don’t even know how long), a zero-sugar Gatorade, and a bit of drive-thru food, I hope I can get over this quickly.

I had to leave work early because of my stupid, pain-riddled body. Ugh. Just the lovely, ever-continuing adventures of the malfunctioning meatbag, I guess. I’m going to try and get some rest after I drink more water.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Thigh Pain and Things to Put Away

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14,339 Days Alive

6 Oreos Eaten

1 Bowl of Tater To Nachos Eaten for Dinner

I hate not having bookshelves. Hate, hate, hate it. I’m still living out of boxes and bags and it is grating on my nerves.

I went to the doctor yesterday and got diagnosed with “pretty bad bursitis” of my left hip. Pain meds, ice, heat, and rest have all been recommended and done.

I just want to not hurt.

Lucian made totchos for dinner this evening. Tater tot nachos. They were ridiculously good.

I’m going to go pass out.

Take your meds, folks.

Prompt Answer: AU Life

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Describe your life in an alternate universe.

I guess it depends on the Universe we’re speaking of, honestly.

Maybe in another space, I live in a tiny cottage with a cat who chases sunbeams. There are plants growing everywhere because I don’t kill them with inattention or overwatering. My house smells of lemon cleaner, incense, and books. There’s clutter everywhere, but everything has its place. Maybe I knit more than crochet in this world.

Or maybe I live in a rambling old Queen Anne with a handful of friends? There’s laughter and the smell of fresh baked bread always in the air. Creaky stairs and a big bed in a small room I share with a partner or a bed hog of a pet corgi that needs a set of tiny stairs to get up on the bed with me.

Maybe I’m a mutant with the powers of telekinesis and precognition channeled through vision.

Or even further into non-reality, I live a life without constant pain. Without myopic eyes and a body slowly betraying me, I am a marathon runner and champion chili maker.

Who knows what we are in other worlds?

Of Agony and Acceptance

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14,425 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,283 Days Alive

14 Hours Awake

2 Chalupas Eaten

I am in fucking agony. All of me hurts and I don’t know why. The weather? My meds need adjustment? The higher power remind me that I can be nerfed from orbit or just betrayed by my own body?

Whatever it is, it’s sucks and I’m curling up with the heating pad and sobbing.

I’ll hydrate once I’m sure I can keep it down.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Sarcasm and Sickness

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14,029 Days Alive

No spoons. Don’t feel well. Spent most of the day in bed or doing laundry. May need to get tested for lupus or get my fibro meds adjusted as this makes a week of bad pain days.

Working tomorrow regardless of how awful I feel.

Take your meds, folks.

Toads Tonight

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Days Alive:12,193

Hop toads: 1

Number of Photos Said Hop Toad Posed for When Asked: 3

Endometrial Polyp Being an Jerk: 1

Cats Whining at 11 Volume: 1 (Spock)

Paper Angels Made: 30

Days Since I’ve Touched my NaNovel: uh… four? Five?

Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 10

Words I’m Planning to Write this Weekend: 15k

Anyone who gets squicked out or triggered by talk of toads, menstruation, homelessness, or super bad insomnia, get thee hence.

You have been warned.

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