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nebris~I'm so used to various types of pain – my back, my bad teeth, my general malaise – that when 'something' tries to 'get a hold of me', well, I sorta don't really notice. [Did you know that Depression actually causes pain? Lovely, eh?]
On Monday I made a 'pick-up run' down to WinCo, just restocking staples and such. I felt was justified because gas is cheap right now [$3.33 a gal] and the same items would have run any easy ten/twelve bucks more up at Albertson's.
...right at this point in my typing I knocked almost an entire cup of coffee all over my desk and part of my keyboard...as I recoiled from that I kicked over the box of supplements I keep under the desk...only when I'm really tired or not feeling well do have that kind of motor control loss...
[half an hour later/coffee soaked towels in the washing machine]
Okay, where the fuck was I? Oh, yeah....I'm fucked up.
Anyway, I was pretty beat even before I started out and was yawning and semi-nodding the entire drive down to WinCo. Running around the store was okay because I was up and moving and the drive back I was still more or less awake. But I dropped into bed for three hours as soon as I unloaded the trucklette.
And I've felt like crap everyday since. I figured part of it was just pushing myself too hard, but that wears off after a day or so. Then I read that there's some kind of nasty flu going around...and the penny drops; I probably picked up more than groceries at WinCo. Because The Rules in this household are to Sleep It Off, I suspect I shook off most of whatever it was.
The aforementioned Coffee Catastrophe confirmed all this for me. I've got pretty good reflexes and spacial sense. I only fuck up like that when I'm really really fried. Which is why I do not do anything when I'm really really fried.
What's extra fucked up is that I was feeling just a bit better when this happened. Now my neck is all stiff and shit...
....fuck.
Maybe this will y'all some insight into why it can take so long for me to do various things. I try to remember this as well and not punish myself for said.
On Monday I made a 'pick-up run' down to WinCo, just restocking staples and such. I felt was justified because gas is cheap right now [$3.33 a gal] and the same items would have run any easy ten/twelve bucks more up at Albertson's.
...right at this point in my typing I knocked almost an entire cup of coffee all over my desk and part of my keyboard...as I recoiled from that I kicked over the box of supplements I keep under the desk...only when I'm really tired or not feeling well do have that kind of motor control loss...
[half an hour later/coffee soaked towels in the washing machine]
Okay, where the fuck was I? Oh, yeah....I'm fucked up.
Anyway, I was pretty beat even before I started out and was yawning and semi-nodding the entire drive down to WinCo. Running around the store was okay because I was up and moving and the drive back I was still more or less awake. But I dropped into bed for three hours as soon as I unloaded the trucklette.
And I've felt like crap everyday since. I figured part of it was just pushing myself too hard, but that wears off after a day or so. Then I read that there's some kind of nasty flu going around...and the penny drops; I probably picked up more than groceries at WinCo. Because The Rules in this household are to Sleep It Off, I suspect I shook off most of whatever it was.
The aforementioned Coffee Catastrophe confirmed all this for me. I've got pretty good reflexes and spacial sense. I only fuck up like that when I'm really really fried. Which is why I do not do anything when I'm really really fried.
What's extra fucked up is that I was feeling just a bit better when this happened. Now my neck is all stiff and shit...
....fuck.
Maybe this will y'all some insight into why it can take so long for me to do various things. I try to remember this as well and not punish myself for said.
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Date: 2013-11-28 08:16 pm (UTC)