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the_rckI can’t seem to wake up, and my muscles feel like cooked spaghetti. I’m trying to decide what to do about it— I could make more coffee, probably. That is, I made some earlier, and I think I could manage again. It’s just a matter of filling and heating the kettle. That sounds like a huge thing right now, though.
I could eat something, assuming I can force myself to prepare food. Right now, all I’ve had is some dry cereal and some orange juice because I couldn’t handle anything more complicated. It’s grocery day, so the options are extremely limited. I think dry cereal, dry bread, and almonds are all we’ve got that won’t require more than I’m able to do. I can’t deal with cutting up an apple or making instant oatmeal or canned soup or even with spreading something on a piece of bread.
I could try going for a walk (not guaranteed or even likely to help). It’s actually only about 65F outside right now, so maybe the temperature would wake me up. I don’t know. I’d probably make it out and back on sheer stubbornness and then collapse when I got home.
I could give up and go back to bed. I don’t want to do that. There’s stuff I actually want to do today and was looking forward to doing in a general way. It’s just that, right at the moment, I can’t do any of it. I can write here because I already had the document open and because it involves no decisions beyond word selection.
I have showered. That didn’t help at all on the wakefulness/energy front, but at least I’m clean. Maybe it will help if I try to gather dirty laundry. If I can get myself to do that, maybe food or coffee or a walk won’t seem so utterly impossible.
I’m not feeling particularly down or anxious. My best guess is that this is lingering effects from the migraine and, possibly, my blood sugar doing something screwy and not getting to my brain and muscles. I’ve had the medications I’m supposed to take at more or less the right times, and I slept about nine hours last night (anxiety dreams but still pretty solid sleep).
Scott is currently out, so I can’t ask him for assistance. He’s also not willing to make decisions for me, even when I’m like this. He’ll help if I ask for something specific and in detail. I don’t think he understands that I really can’t manage that when I’m like this.
Why are bodies so uncooperative?
ETA: Nothing hurts or anything, so I don’t feel particularly bad that way.
I could eat something, assuming I can force myself to prepare food. Right now, all I’ve had is some dry cereal and some orange juice because I couldn’t handle anything more complicated. It’s grocery day, so the options are extremely limited. I think dry cereal, dry bread, and almonds are all we’ve got that won’t require more than I’m able to do. I can’t deal with cutting up an apple or making instant oatmeal or canned soup or even with spreading something on a piece of bread.
I could try going for a walk (not guaranteed or even likely to help). It’s actually only about 65F outside right now, so maybe the temperature would wake me up. I don’t know. I’d probably make it out and back on sheer stubbornness and then collapse when I got home.
I could give up and go back to bed. I don’t want to do that. There’s stuff I actually want to do today and was looking forward to doing in a general way. It’s just that, right at the moment, I can’t do any of it. I can write here because I already had the document open and because it involves no decisions beyond word selection.
I have showered. That didn’t help at all on the wakefulness/energy front, but at least I’m clean. Maybe it will help if I try to gather dirty laundry. If I can get myself to do that, maybe food or coffee or a walk won’t seem so utterly impossible.
I’m not feeling particularly down or anxious. My best guess is that this is lingering effects from the migraine and, possibly, my blood sugar doing something screwy and not getting to my brain and muscles. I’ve had the medications I’m supposed to take at more or less the right times, and I slept about nine hours last night (anxiety dreams but still pretty solid sleep).
Scott is currently out, so I can’t ask him for assistance. He’s also not willing to make decisions for me, even when I’m like this. He’ll help if I ask for something specific and in detail. I don’t think he understands that I really can’t manage that when I’m like this.
Why are bodies so uncooperative?
ETA: Nothing hurts or anything, so I don’t feel particularly bad that way.
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Date: 2016-07-17 02:14 am (UTC)He’s also not willing to make decisions for me, even when I’m like this. He’ll help if I ask for something specific and in detail. I don’t think he understands that I really can’t manage that when I’m like this.
I think it's hard for a lot of people to get things like this, as the 'problem' can't be seen, maybe? But that would still be frustrating to me, if I lived with the person :-/
Glad to hear the food made you feel better. I hope Cordelia's okay, with the cramps and all.
Take care.
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Date: 2016-07-18 04:09 pm (UTC)I think I need to look back through my journal. I've been posting pretty much every day for a couple of years now, and looking back might tell me how often this actually happens and help me try to figure out if there are patterns. There aren't any patterns that I can see at this point, but a once or twice a month thing is really hard to track.