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Apr. 15th, 2011 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelHad a dream last night that somehow involved me pretending to be more out-of-it than I actually was. The bit I remember was walking up to a bed and just kind of timberrrring down, crosswise, without undressing or taking anything off the bed or whatever, and lying there face-down without reacting, like I was zoned out or ... idk I can't really describe it.
I seem to have a lot of dreams lately that involve me pretending to be either a) asleep, when I'm not, or b) seriously brain-fried [I think the latest one of those involved a sort of magic spell that could plausibly have short-circuited bits of my brain] or otherwise mentally mostly-nonfunctional. It's not just being incapable; it's deliberately acting incapable when I know full well that I'm not.
I can't decide whether they're symbolic of my life, or a weird backwards application of imposter syndrome.
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I am feeling very out of sorts right now. Last night I hit a brick wall in terms of spoons / cope level, to the point that I was pretty much yelling† at my PA, who was just as tired as I was and who tries my patience even on the best of days (she wants to be helpful, she just needs so much micromanaging and her personality has annoying parts and I am not good at managing people), and it was all bad, and then I couldn't sleep, and then I couldn't wake up very easily, and I haven't done anything all day and I feel exhausted.
(† - I don't really yell per se all that much, but it was frustrated-stressed-out-voice, impatient voice, crankypants voice. which I try not to let out very often but sometimes I just don't have enough spoons to keep it reined in.)
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Also, the inevitable happened yesterday, in that while backing out of the bathroom (which is the easiest way to get out) I sort of ran into Suri (who tends not to want to move when she's comfortable). I'm fairly sure it was into and not over, because she yowled and ran away but didn't, and still doesn't, seem injured, but it was still a bit traumatic for both of us.
(Yes, she has forgiven me, I think, especially when I'm safely immobile in bed, but she is now super-skittish about being near me when I'm in the chair, which makes me sadface. I mean, a bit of caution is a good thing, and she was being way too unaware of the possible dangers, but rabbiting away when I'm still like three or four feet off is a bit depressing. I didn't want her to make a wheelchairs=scarybad association.)
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Moods like this are ones where I tend to give in to listening to the drastic pessimistic voice in my head. The one that says "You'll never knit anywhere close to all of what you have stashed so you should keep maybe three or four things and give the rest away." The one that says "You'll never figure out a way to do cross-stitch so you might as well get rid of that stuff too." The one that says "And the beading supplies." The one that says "You can't succeed so why bother trying." The one that says "Don't sign up, you'll never do it" and then "See, I told you you wouldn't be able to come close to your goal, you shouldn't have signed up".
The one that says "You are a failure and a worthless fat drain on society and you'll never amount to anything."
And I tell myself that this voice is wrong, that it's way overemphasizing the negative and imposing a black-and-white binary of perfection, whatever. And I don't give into what it says, which would involve me getting rid of most of my knitting, most of my books, all of my cross-stitch, deleting all my blogs, and limiting myself to eating two pieces of toast a day and playing solitaire or something.
I tell myself that, but it's really fucking hard not to agree with it, at least when I don't have the energy to swim rather than drown.
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I seem to have a lot of dreams lately that involve me pretending to be either a) asleep, when I'm not, or b) seriously brain-fried [I think the latest one of those involved a sort of magic spell that could plausibly have short-circuited bits of my brain] or otherwise mentally mostly-nonfunctional. It's not just being incapable; it's deliberately acting incapable when I know full well that I'm not.
I can't decide whether they're symbolic of my life, or a weird backwards application of imposter syndrome.
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I am feeling very out of sorts right now. Last night I hit a brick wall in terms of spoons / cope level, to the point that I was pretty much yelling† at my PA, who was just as tired as I was and who tries my patience even on the best of days (she wants to be helpful, she just needs so much micromanaging and her personality has annoying parts and I am not good at managing people), and it was all bad, and then I couldn't sleep, and then I couldn't wake up very easily, and I haven't done anything all day and I feel exhausted.
(† - I don't really yell per se all that much, but it was frustrated-stressed-out-voice, impatient voice, crankypants voice. which I try not to let out very often but sometimes I just don't have enough spoons to keep it reined in.)
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Also, the inevitable happened yesterday, in that while backing out of the bathroom (which is the easiest way to get out) I sort of ran into Suri (who tends not to want to move when she's comfortable). I'm fairly sure it was into and not over, because she yowled and ran away but didn't, and still doesn't, seem injured, but it was still a bit traumatic for both of us.
(Yes, she has forgiven me, I think, especially when I'm safely immobile in bed, but she is now super-skittish about being near me when I'm in the chair, which makes me sadface. I mean, a bit of caution is a good thing, and she was being way too unaware of the possible dangers, but rabbiting away when I'm still like three or four feet off is a bit depressing. I didn't want her to make a wheelchairs=scarybad association.)
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Moods like this are ones where I tend to give in to listening to the drastic pessimistic voice in my head. The one that says "You'll never knit anywhere close to all of what you have stashed so you should keep maybe three or four things and give the rest away." The one that says "You'll never figure out a way to do cross-stitch so you might as well get rid of that stuff too." The one that says "And the beading supplies." The one that says "You can't succeed so why bother trying." The one that says "Don't sign up, you'll never do it" and then "See, I told you you wouldn't be able to come close to your goal, you shouldn't have signed up".
The one that says "You are a failure and a worthless fat drain on society and you'll never amount to anything."
And I tell myself that this voice is wrong, that it's way overemphasizing the negative and imposing a black-and-white binary of perfection, whatever. And I don't give into what it says, which would involve me getting rid of most of my knitting, most of my books, all of my cross-stitch, deleting all my blogs, and limiting myself to eating two pieces of toast a day and playing solitaire or something.
I tell myself that, but it's really fucking hard not to agree with it, at least when I don't have the energy to swim rather than drown.
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Date: 2011-04-16 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-16 02:55 am (UTC)2. You are paying the PA, yes? Sometimes her work conditions won't be ideal. sometimes that's because of your disability; as you freely say, you wouldn't be cranky pants if you had more energy.
3. when I'm moving and my lovely doggy is not completely in my vision, I make a "beeeeeeep" sound. It means "big-chair is not in charge of avoiding dog. dog is in charge of avoiding chair." Some tire-canine contact in the learning phase, but is very wonderful now. (I can't turn my neck to see when she's behind me).
4. I'm not a beader, I'm a bead collector. The bead mfgrs need both. I enjoy looking at my bead collection and sketching out what is possible with it. I have many sketches, and slowly, I have jewelry.
5. hugs.
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Date: 2011-04-16 07:35 am (UTC)I also wanted to mention that almost all physically-abled cat-owners have tripped over or stepped on their cats at some point (especially cats that like diving and weaving between your legs when you go down stairs, or dark-coloured cats that like snoozing on stairs at night, or .... it happens a lot, basically). Obviously the chair affects the how, but it -- and the ensuing guilt -- seem to come with the cat-owning territory.
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Date: 2011-04-16 05:57 pm (UTC)I still have scars from the time I tripped over a cat who spooked and in the ensuing escape managed to trap himself behind some awkwardly-placed furniture; by the time I freed him, the little bastard had damn near taken out my left eye, and shredded my shoulders.
It seems to be an inevitable hazard. Belling the cat doesn't necessarily help the humans...maybe we should bell all humans who enter the cat's domain?
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Date: 2011-04-16 06:18 pm (UTC)And the cats tend to bounce back psychologically far faster than the humans do. *g* I think they have a pretty good ability to recognize that something was unintentional.
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Date: 2011-04-16 12:52 pm (UTC)For what it's worth, my houseguest managed to take my front door off its hinges while trying to avoid hitting the cat, so...you're not alone!