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Today I was supposed to: post a lot of things, have lunch, and go to a pain clinic education session.
I managed to: eat a fig and some berries for breakfast, get a bus at approximately a sensible time, post the things, have lunch with my mother, and... get on a bus. And ride it to the end of the line. Because there were roadworks, so it was rerouted away from the hospital, and I was in too much pain to realise that the sensible thing to do was get off the bus and get a taxi. So I missed my pain clinic appointment. Which is somewhat awkward and deeply embarrassing, but whereas at the time I was convinced it was because I Am Shit I have with the benefit of a little more hindsight and a lot more opiates recognised that no, in fact, it is merely that I am ill and was having a bad day. So that's going to be an interesting phone call to make tomorrow. (On the plus side, I have had near-constant stress-induced facial herpes outbreak for the past month, BUT I haven't had any Staggering Crazy this menstrual cycle, which is good.)
But then I got home and collapsed into bed and some hours later, when everyone was home, finally managed to ask people to get top-up painkillers + water + me all in the same place, following which I perked up rather, astonishingly enough. And I read some more of the current book (Labyrinths, Borges, in translation; it's Harry's copy, and it was rather unsettling to be sat in the sunshine in Fulbourn, where he spent a lot of time in the local mental hospital as an in-patient, reading a book with a hand-written dedication to him, and some wry pencilled comments in exactly the style I would make them), & I showered, & I played a game of Scrabble, & I wrote two e-mails about the Housing Situation, & I transferred all of WtNV to the mp3 player.
On balance successful, I think, primarily because I actually managed to realise (unprompted!) that missing my appointment wasn't a case of me being the worst person in the world, utterly incapable, &c. Well done me.
Today I was supposed to: post a lot of things, have lunch, and go to a pain clinic education session.
I managed to: eat a fig and some berries for breakfast, get a bus at approximately a sensible time, post the things, have lunch with my mother, and... get on a bus. And ride it to the end of the line. Because there were roadworks, so it was rerouted away from the hospital, and I was in too much pain to realise that the sensible thing to do was get off the bus and get a taxi. So I missed my pain clinic appointment. Which is somewhat awkward and deeply embarrassing, but whereas at the time I was convinced it was because I Am Shit I have with the benefit of a little more hindsight and a lot more opiates recognised that no, in fact, it is merely that I am ill and was having a bad day. So that's going to be an interesting phone call to make tomorrow. (On the plus side, I have had near-constant stress-induced facial herpes outbreak for the past month, BUT I haven't had any Staggering Crazy this menstrual cycle, which is good.)
But then I got home and collapsed into bed and some hours later, when everyone was home, finally managed to ask people to get top-up painkillers + water + me all in the same place, following which I perked up rather, astonishingly enough. And I read some more of the current book (Labyrinths, Borges, in translation; it's Harry's copy, and it was rather unsettling to be sat in the sunshine in Fulbourn, where he spent a lot of time in the local mental hospital as an in-patient, reading a book with a hand-written dedication to him, and some wry pencilled comments in exactly the style I would make them), & I showered, & I played a game of Scrabble, & I wrote two e-mails about the Housing Situation, & I transferred all of WtNV to the mp3 player.
On balance successful, I think, primarily because I actually managed to realise (unprompted!) that missing my appointment wasn't a case of me being the worst person in the world, utterly incapable, &c. Well done me.