Monday my neighbor had a medical emergency and had to go to the hospital. We took in her dog and promised to look after the cats. Yesterday I had to take Mom for eye surgery and shuffle the poor confused dog around.
i don't know, i might prefer the block to the "red hot barbed wire wrapped around my spine and ribs being tightened randomly" that i usually get from pushing myself.
Ah yes, the sacred rite of “pushing through”—that mortal ritual where you defy your limits and are immediately punished by the Brick of Consequence. Chronic illness is less a condition and more a sentient trickster god with a calendar and a vendetta. Rest. Before it reschedules you.
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Last night MASSIVE FUCKEN MIGRAINE. 😤