Oh, man, I *always* think that. About myself, obviously.

I manage to....naked slip-n-slide with a horde of drunk lezzers?

Ah, youth. Those halcyon days of nude revelry

among the lezzers

gloriously drunk in the afternoon sun

Other people need to and should relax and take it easy, but I shouldn't.

Oh me too, I never get enough stuff done. The healing ankle is giving me a great excuse for doddering around not doing much lately, though.

Laura, what an enormous relief, and what a huge step forward for your sister! That's amazing, seriously.

I am out of sorts. I can get around without aids and supports now (except in the morning when the ankle is stiff), but my foot still swells and hurts after a little while. So now I feel like I ought to be doing more but I also feel like maybe I ought to be doing less. It's been three months exactly since the accident. Am I trying to go too fast? Tomorrow I have another PT appointment, I'll talk to the therapist and see what's the what.

eta withOUT

Tho' my ritual for this happens on Sunday nights, as I'm trying to fall asleep.

That's one thing my procrastination is good for, I guess: I can think "I'll worry about that tomorrow" about just about anything and sleep pretty well.

I'm not sure if I'm envious of the nekkid slip-n-sliding or vicariously ouchy at the thought of too much friction on tender parts. Oh, silly me, it's both!

Tomorrow I have another PT appointment, I'll talk to the therapist and see what's the what.

That's good. I sympathize with being frustrated, but you don't want to push yourself too much and hurt something.

And with that, I'm off to my PT, even though I would rather nap.

-t, I was hesitant about that too, and also about hitting the ground as an adult where my center of gravity is much higher than a child, and so is my body weight?? But they gave us baby shampoo(?) to slick on ourselves and there was lots of water on the tarp thing. It worked out fine, though the first time I fell and then slid on my butt, rather than diving forward to slide on my front. But both were fine! One friend went like six times, and she ended up with some bruises the next morning, but she's also skinny, so it was like "I have a bruise where my hip bones stick out"

Hmm, have to add that to my bucket list.

Take your time with healing, Zen. Yes, do each and every thing the therapist wants you to, but don't overdue and lose ground.

First-- I wish strength and confidence and healing to all my Buffistas and to those they love who are struggling. I honestly believe that feeling like one isn't doing enough is how anyone sane feels these days. Work, home, the World, and that clown Trump hanging over it all takes up a lot of mental and physical energy.

Naked slip and slide sounds fantastic.

The mover comes next Thursday and we are NOT READY. I know we'll be ready by then, but right now it seems insurmountable.

I can think "I'll worry about that tomorrow" about just about anything and sleep pretty well.

Well, sleep and I have a pretty fraught relationship, even with medication. If I could just switch to an entirely nocturnal schedule, life would be great.

The mover comes next Thursday and we are NOT READY. I know we'll be ready by then, but right now it seems insurmountable.

Moving is hell.