Updatey Update
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tarotgalThursday night was the first night all week I was able to sleep, either from the exhaustion of going three days without sleep or because my cold was slightly better, so I took advantage and (because I'd finished all the important stuff at work on Thursday, thanks to two coworkers who pitched in and helped) stayed home from work on Friday. It was (oh, I just sneezed) really nice to sleep in all morning, work a little in the afternoon, shower, and then go 'round to catsit. I went to a Harry Potter event at Barnes & Nobles on Friday night where my team (Hufflepuff!) lost SPECTACULARLY at trivia because we're too slow to ring in and too nice to speak up for ourselves. Met some new members. Had a passion potion tea. Helped put a few pieces together of a 3-D Hogwarts Astronomy Tower. Also bought WAY too much stuff. Bought a $6 copy of Washington's Secret Six because REVOLUTIONARY WAR. I've already read the book, but now I own it because I liked it AND there are pictures (which I didn't get from the audio). So now I get to reread and yell HERCULES MULLIGAN whenever I want, in all caps, of course. Also bought a half-off Fault in Our Stars shirt for a swap, a $2 notepad for a NaNo or Writers' Roundtable prize, a half-off ugly as heck Star Trek action figure of Scotty (to add to my collection of Star Trek chief engineer action figures; I'm only missing Trip now, I think!!!), and a half-off plush TARDIS blanket. TARDIS BLANKET!!!! *snuggles* The worst part? Knowing I had a B&N gift card I'd left at home. Stupid me.
Saturday I slept. And had a bit of a relapse. And slept. And watched some Property Brothers and some Flip or Flop episodes. AND SLEPT. At 5pm I dragged myself up to a standing position, woke up enough to go catsit, then came back and parked myself back on the couch. I actually wrote a couple of paragraphs, which is more than I've managed in at least a week. Then I slept some more.
Sunday I volunteered at the library (you can tell summer has hit because both the picklist and the bookdrop almost double in size). Then I got some groceries. Then I finished marathoning Jessica Jones while crafting. Then suddenly it was almost six and I hadn't fed any cats yet--mine or the others! So I did that and got back home to finish Jessica Jones. I really enjoyed it, even if Jessica isn't my favorite Marvel character. I liked the Daredevil crossover at the end; made it feel like the same world. I liked the Luke Cage trailer at the end (I'm familiar with Luke only as Peter's buddy in the animated Ultimate series, so it was neat to see adult Luke come into his own in JJ; glad he's getting his own chance to shine, too). I loved JJ's vulnerability, though coping with PTSD by drinking isn't really the best strategy... but she'd probably tell you the same thing. I didn't like the high body count. Sure, made the baddie more realistic, but it was hard to take sometimes. Hard for Jessica to take it too, though, so it accomplished its purpose. I watched a little bit of Mario Marathon as well.
This morning was my one month re-evaluation at physical therapy. I was told my mobility has greatly improved and so has my strength. So that's good. I still have pain in my knee, but not as much, so I guess I'm doing something right. I haven't been able to work on my exercises or stretches at all this week because I've just been struggling to breathe and sleep. So nice to know I didn't fall too far behind in progress.
PT is pretty hard, sometimes. It's physically draining, sure. But there are also a lot of things that make me SUPER uncomfortable, and they're all right there in one place. None of them are phobias; I've never had panic attacks associated with any of them. But they're things I purposely avoid, and now I can't. 1-balls thrown at my face. Granted, I'm standing on one leg and throwing it against a trampoline and trying to catch it while maintaining my balance. But the ball is HARD and it's coming fast and I'm NOT GOOD when balls are thrown at my face. Never have been. 2- People rubbing me. I don't mind some human contact. And I fucking adore hugs. But I don't like strangers touching me. I would never, ever, ever get a massage. That's a level of intimacy that freaks me out. I even had a free massage given to me a few years back and didn't take it. Way too stressfull, having a stranger rub their hands all over me. No thank you. I like being tense and in control. And my physical therapist(s) rub my leg for half an hour straight (painfully, most of the time). 3- feet. I don't like 'em. I always say I have an anti-foot fetish. I can stand to see other people's feet if I have to, but I try not to if at all possible. And I NEVER like anyone seeing my feet. I don't even like to look at them. But, yeah, sometimes they need me to take my socks off so they can measure ankle mobility or watch me walk or something. I even had to do an entire PT session without my shoes on and pretend like I wasn't freaking out the whole time. But it's doing some good, apparently. So I'm putting up with it. it's definitely pushing me in a lot of ways I didn't expect! LOL Some emotional coping along with the physical therapy! Hoping I come out as a stronger person, all-around.
Saturday I slept. And had a bit of a relapse. And slept. And watched some Property Brothers and some Flip or Flop episodes. AND SLEPT. At 5pm I dragged myself up to a standing position, woke up enough to go catsit, then came back and parked myself back on the couch. I actually wrote a couple of paragraphs, which is more than I've managed in at least a week. Then I slept some more.
Sunday I volunteered at the library (you can tell summer has hit because both the picklist and the bookdrop almost double in size). Then I got some groceries. Then I finished marathoning Jessica Jones while crafting. Then suddenly it was almost six and I hadn't fed any cats yet--mine or the others! So I did that and got back home to finish Jessica Jones. I really enjoyed it, even if Jessica isn't my favorite Marvel character. I liked the Daredevil crossover at the end; made it feel like the same world. I liked the Luke Cage trailer at the end (I'm familiar with Luke only as Peter's buddy in the animated Ultimate series, so it was neat to see adult Luke come into his own in JJ; glad he's getting his own chance to shine, too). I loved JJ's vulnerability, though coping with PTSD by drinking isn't really the best strategy... but she'd probably tell you the same thing. I didn't like the high body count. Sure, made the baddie more realistic, but it was hard to take sometimes. Hard for Jessica to take it too, though, so it accomplished its purpose. I watched a little bit of Mario Marathon as well.
This morning was my one month re-evaluation at physical therapy. I was told my mobility has greatly improved and so has my strength. So that's good. I still have pain in my knee, but not as much, so I guess I'm doing something right. I haven't been able to work on my exercises or stretches at all this week because I've just been struggling to breathe and sleep. So nice to know I didn't fall too far behind in progress.
PT is pretty hard, sometimes. It's physically draining, sure. But there are also a lot of things that make me SUPER uncomfortable, and they're all right there in one place. None of them are phobias; I've never had panic attacks associated with any of them. But they're things I purposely avoid, and now I can't. 1-balls thrown at my face. Granted, I'm standing on one leg and throwing it against a trampoline and trying to catch it while maintaining my balance. But the ball is HARD and it's coming fast and I'm NOT GOOD when balls are thrown at my face. Never have been. 2- People rubbing me. I don't mind some human contact. And I fucking adore hugs. But I don't like strangers touching me. I would never, ever, ever get a massage. That's a level of intimacy that freaks me out. I even had a free massage given to me a few years back and didn't take it. Way too stressfull, having a stranger rub their hands all over me. No thank you. I like being tense and in control. And my physical therapist(s) rub my leg for half an hour straight (painfully, most of the time). 3- feet. I don't like 'em. I always say I have an anti-foot fetish. I can stand to see other people's feet if I have to, but I try not to if at all possible. And I NEVER like anyone seeing my feet. I don't even like to look at them. But, yeah, sometimes they need me to take my socks off so they can measure ankle mobility or watch me walk or something. I even had to do an entire PT session without my shoes on and pretend like I wasn't freaking out the whole time. But it's doing some good, apparently. So I'm putting up with it. it's definitely pushing me in a lot of ways I didn't expect! LOL Some emotional coping along with the physical therapy! Hoping I come out as a stronger person, all-around.
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Date: 2016-06-29 10:14 pm (UTC)I don't do well with balls being thrown at my face, even if I'm technically the one doing it. But I'm glad to hear your leg is improving.