Injured Whining

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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.