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I took gabapentin before leaving my house, in the hope it'd help ease my anxiety around this stupid eye exam today
and then I came in and they told me "we can't find your eye insurance coverage" and it took 10 minutes to finally find it. so lmao I am JUST doing my fucking best here; the rest of this appointment better go as smoothly as fucking possible; if they are rude about my eye ptsd I WILL cry
"I have to take a shower" hard mode, aka "I don't know whether I have midday plans yet, so I have to try and motivate myself to get it done before I know for sure"
it's just hard to make myself get in the clean box when my brain is going "but we don't know for sure if plans are happening, so maybe we don't have to get clean." like my hygiene is directly correlated to how many people I plan on seeing in a day lmao
oh...,. I sat down in a comfy chair while waiting for my roomies to use the bathroom before I try to shower, and I just realized that my hips are SORE. like a 3/10 sore, which is definitely a sensation I'm usually not consciously aware of. I might have just had a very important realization and/or made a very important connection here, if this is something that's been regularly happening on mornings and I haven't been consciously noticing it until now.
again, this is one of those things that makes me grateful I have disabled family and partners. how long would I keep doing the abled-body fallacy thing of "oh it's probably fine; I'll just push through" otherwise without all these loved ones being like "you should fucking take care of yourself" lmao. I suppose I better try to eat something and take some ibuprofen before I shower
rescheduled plans because I value taking care of myself and have great friends who understand that shit happens sometimes. just finished a bowl of cereal so I can take some ibuprofen, and you know what shower has now been relegated to a much lower priority. self-motherfucking-care. bitch
"I have to take a shower" hard mode, aka "I don't know whether I have midday plans yet, so I have to try and motivate myself to get it done before I know for sure"
it's just hard to make myself get in the clean box when my brain is going "but we don't know for sure if plans are happening, so maybe we don't have to get clean." like my hygiene is directly correlated to how many people I plan on seeing in a day lmao
oh...,. I sat down in a comfy chair while waiting for my roomies to use the bathroom before I try to shower, and I just realized that my hips are SORE. like a 3/10 sore, which is definitely a sensation I'm usually not consciously aware of. I might have just had a very important realization and/or made a very important connection here, if this is something that's been regularly happening on mornings and I haven't been consciously noticing it until now.
again, this is one of those things that makes me grateful I have disabled family and partners. how long would I keep doing the abled-body fallacy thing of "oh it's probably fine; I'll just push through" otherwise without all these loved ones being like "you should fucking take care of yourself" lmao. I suppose I better try to eat something and take some ibuprofen before I shower
"I have to take a shower" hard mode, aka "I don't know whether I have midday plans yet, so I have to try and motivate myself to get it done before I know for sure"
it's just hard to make myself get in the clean box when my brain is going "but we don't know for sure if plans are happening, so maybe we don't have to get clean." like my hygiene is directly correlated to how many people I plan on seeing in a day lmao
