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Nov. 7th, 2006 07:01 amTop three indicators that today is going to be yet another high-pain-reliever day unless I take remedial action (such as attending a Melbourne Cup Event; getting out of bed for an hour and taking pain relievers, lots of water and doing stretches; reducing my 'must complete' list by puting things off till next week where I can):
1. I had self-pity dreams. I don't understand why I wake up feeling like Ashputtel in front of the dead fire when pain is about to strike.
2. Not wanting to eat. I don't even want chocolate - I bought more chocolate because it was weeks since I had done that then found I still had some from before this long and leisurely pain-jag began.
3. Coming onto the web (daydream time) instead of ticking things off my very long to-do list.
Part of the pain is this transitional weather (my body doesn't like changes in air pressure *or* high humidity) and part of it is my body being overtired from last week being so bad and part of it is yet more family illness. Mum says that this time we're possibly not talking about fatal illness, but we aren't really sure yet. What this means is that three people close to me are seriously ill. I know this figure's been constant for a while, but given the people in the list change on a regular basis this isn't always a good thing. Somewhere in my brain I have three columns: they're labelled gone, recovered, keep worrying.
This post is coming to you from a strange place. I just thought friends deserved an explanation of me turning bossy in their vicinity and all those rants I produce. I don't know if they're brought on by worry, high pain or a mixture, but I'm putting in an order for a month of normal life. Everyone around me needs it.
1. I had self-pity dreams. I don't understand why I wake up feeling like Ashputtel in front of the dead fire when pain is about to strike.
2. Not wanting to eat. I don't even want chocolate - I bought more chocolate because it was weeks since I had done that then found I still had some from before this long and leisurely pain-jag began.
3. Coming onto the web (daydream time) instead of ticking things off my very long to-do list.
Part of the pain is this transitional weather (my body doesn't like changes in air pressure *or* high humidity) and part of it is my body being overtired from last week being so bad and part of it is yet more family illness. Mum says that this time we're possibly not talking about fatal illness, but we aren't really sure yet. What this means is that three people close to me are seriously ill. I know this figure's been constant for a while, but given the people in the list change on a regular basis this isn't always a good thing. Somewhere in my brain I have three columns: they're labelled gone, recovered, keep worrying.
This post is coming to you from a strange place. I just thought friends deserved an explanation of me turning bossy in their vicinity and all those rants I produce. I don't know if they're brought on by worry, high pain or a mixture, but I'm putting in an order for a month of normal life. Everyone around me needs it.