brains, braaaaiiiiiiins
Jan. 15th, 2015 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobel...I have none.
I can't even do yarn stuff.
Heck, I can't even figure out what to watch on netflix.
Pain drugs are interesting.
(However, my ice packs are still making me happy. I was not kidding about ice penguins. Granted, no one can see its penguinness when it's on, but I know it's there.)
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In not-news, I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt. Chorus rehearses T/Th afternoons; I wasn't there Tuesday because surgery, and the previous Thursday because of pre-op stuff. So Plan A for today was "well, I'm not up to singing yet, because my throat's still cranky, but I can go and listen." Plan B, being "stay home and rest", ended up winning. I can't think or concentrate, so I don't know that I would have gotten anything out of it; my wheelchair (and the fact that they have to move the piano for me to get by) does not let me sneak out mid-rehearsal; and I just sort of need to rest up and heal. Plus, it's not like this is even a "disabled" thing, it's a "had surgery less than 48h before" thing.
And I still felt/feel super guilty.
I know there's no need, and I have every justification to be missing, and I can catch up, and stuff, but there is still this big guilt monster inside me going RAAR.
ETA: said guilt monster is also vocalizing about how I am not doing proper tooth cleaning zomg. Because brushing and rinsing and spitting and such would be so great for my mouth right now... I can only laugh and pat it on the head, metaphorically.
I can't even do yarn stuff.
Heck, I can't even figure out what to watch on netflix.
Pain drugs are interesting.
(However, my ice packs are still making me happy. I was not kidding about ice penguins. Granted, no one can see its penguinness when it's on, but I know it's there.)
#
In not-news, I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt. Chorus rehearses T/Th afternoons; I wasn't there Tuesday because surgery, and the previous Thursday because of pre-op stuff. So Plan A for today was "well, I'm not up to singing yet, because my throat's still cranky, but I can go and listen." Plan B, being "stay home and rest", ended up winning. I can't think or concentrate, so I don't know that I would have gotten anything out of it; my wheelchair (and the fact that they have to move the piano for me to get by) does not let me sneak out mid-rehearsal; and I just sort of need to rest up and heal. Plus, it's not like this is even a "disabled" thing, it's a "had surgery less than 48h before" thing.
And I still felt/feel super guilty.
I know there's no need, and I have every justification to be missing, and I can catch up, and stuff, but there is still this big guilt monster inside me going RAAR.
ETA: said guilt monster is also vocalizing about how I am not doing proper tooth cleaning zomg. Because brushing and rinsing and spitting and such would be so great for my mouth right now... I can only laugh and pat it on the head, metaphorically.