Injured Whining

I had good intentions. I had such good intentions. I was totally going to write and work on my stories and spend a reasonable amount of time focused on writing and being creative. Did I do that? No, I did not do that. I watched movies instead. I also watched the end of The Librarians while I snuggled with the dog. But mostly it’s been a movie/tv show extravaganza. 

I have so much that needs doing. The mail that was held while we were gone came today and it took me fifteen minutes to sort it into piles based on who it was for. The house is a wreck. I’ve emptied approximately 1/4th of the dishes that are in the dishwasher since I got home. I still don’t feel like I can safely get my suitcase out of my trunk. I sure as shit can’t drag it upstairs. Clothes are such a monster right now because not a whole lot goes over the boot and I have to wear the boot to stand and get dressed and like taking it off and putting it on and taking it off and putting it on is just a continual annoying ass process. 

I can’t shower because I can’t stand in the shower with the thing on my leg because it can’t get wet and I can’t stand in the shower without the stuff on my leg because I can’t stand at all without it. So I’m taking baths and then separately washing my hair leaning over the tub and using the detachable shower head. 

It’s uncomfortable to wear sitting in the living room but taking it off then means I will have to put it back on shortly. I’m thankful I can mostly get around without the crutches now because at least I have my hands again. Even having the use of one is better than none. 

I may be able to go shopping for food now, but the whole cooking thing is just not practical. Even so, I’ll need microwaveable lunches soon. Need as much of that kind of shit as I can get. 

The exercises I’m supposed to do, make everything hurt worse, which makes sense because the muscles and tendons (or whatever “soft tissue” was damaged in the fall) are torn up and trying to repair themselves. It just sucks that I have to purposefully do something that hurts me in order for me to heal long term. I know that’s life sometimes. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. 

I have to do the exercises now and ice my ankle. And go to sleep. Tomorrow I shall try to do better with my writing. And literally everything else. 

Life is an Adventure---Grocery store edition.

Dear God in heaven, I have zero interest in writing tonight. Just absolutely no interest. I have no excuse. Not a one. I’m not particularly tired--in fact, I feel surprisingly rested considering everything going on in my life right now. I’m not in any real pain--I was hurting at work this morning but that faded by midday for the most part. There isn’t anyone in the house whose presence or noise is distracting. There’s the dog and she needs a lot of attention since I’m the only one home right now so that can be a lot, but she’s in bed now and down for the night. I’m not overly stressed about anything in particuarly. I’m not frustrated by anything, not really. I had a pretty good day at work and I was able to work the majority of it, which was great.

I do have the boot on and it is weird and sort of uncomfortable when I’m sitting in the recliner because of the way the leg rest pushes against the brace in a weird way, but that’s pretty minor, all things considered.

I don’t know. I just don’t want to. I don’t believe in the idea of writing only when you’re inspired because I think it’s a lot harder to be inspired if you aren’t actively working to be creative.

As I sit here, I find I may be more tired than I realized. I’m yawning a lot and my eyes are watering. It seems like it’s just hit me, but maybe I’ve been fighting that longer than I thought.

I finally got the dishwasher empty today. I’d been taking out a few pieces at a time since I got home on Sunday, but I haven’t had the energy or coordination or the appropriate number of hands available all at the same time to get it all done until today. I also did some grocery shopping since I was out of food. I just realized I forgot yogurt which is disappointing, not that I’ve realized it. I put dirty dishes in and soaked ones that needed soaking. I put a frozen lasagna in the oven this evening so that I can have food for a few days without having to cook. I feel like there’s been some other stuff too. This evening has been the most productive one I’ve had since I got back.Unless you count going to the Urgent Care right after I got home. I’m glad I was able to get some stuff though. I still have a lot to go. And tomorrow I’ll have to bring the trash can back from the end of the road (that was one of the other things, dealing with the trash). So I do need to give myself some credit. And take myself to bed.