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My attention span is crap lately. Everything I write is crap. I feel like crap. Crap, crap, crap. I should have titled this "Craptastic, the Musical."
The constant pain and fatigue are making me feel like a waste of space. I look around me at the mess the little one created today and feel helpless to even start at picking it up. I'm going to make a go at it now that she's napping but all I really want to do is lay down and nap with her.
I'm tired. I hurt. I'm whiny. It's taken me 45 minutes to write this.
One week and one day. That's when the surgery happens. After the surgery it will take time to heal and get better. Will I be able to allow myself the rest I need? I don't know. It's hard for me to accept that I'm in pain, that I need to rest, that I shouldn't be productive and push myself.
I'm going to go clean the living room. I have no idea where I was going with this.
The constant pain and fatigue are making me feel like a waste of space. I look around me at the mess the little one created today and feel helpless to even start at picking it up. I'm going to make a go at it now that she's napping but all I really want to do is lay down and nap with her.
I'm tired. I hurt. I'm whiny. It's taken me 45 minutes to write this.
One week and one day. That's when the surgery happens. After the surgery it will take time to heal and get better. Will I be able to allow myself the rest I need? I don't know. It's hard for me to accept that I'm in pain, that I need to rest, that I shouldn't be productive and push myself.
I'm going to go clean the living room. I have no idea where I was going with this.
