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"You can't do the cool thing if you don't suck at the cool thing first"
Tell that to my gifted kid burn out, buddy
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Why do my fabric scissors disappear the week before every convention
W h y
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Am i depressed or hungry: the game
#personal#chain quitcha bitchin#could be both???#could be hungry#idk dude#why have i plunged into an existential crisis when things aren't bad???
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A fibro flareup the likes of which I have not experienced since I was 23, wherein my body is literally forcing me to rest by shutting down and radiating debilitating pain preventing physical movement to the point where I can scarcely swallow food and the chewing of such things requires such effort it exhausts me.
This is how I've learned I legitimately do not understand the concept of "rest" and have no choice but to learn it's meaning as I near the age 32.
I have also learned my bed is wrecking my body from its sagging as if quicksand, contorting my spine. I've retreated to a futon in the basement, resigned to crawling a few inches at a time before pausing for five or so minutes on my way to both the bathroom and kitchen. A new bed is on its way Tuesday. This is of great benefit and long overdue.
I have been forced to request help retrieving cups of water and what food I can manage to eat (we have learned our best options are pre-made vegan protein shakes and cut up fruit). (How humiliating to request assistance.)
I have been listening to historical and esoteric podcasts (with bonus nine inch nails nostalgia moments), laying down, and attempting to sustain myself through aforementioned food and drink.
I should be sent to the seaside for my health.
There are thousands of things I want to do, running through my mind at all times, the frustration brought by which feels unending.
I will listen to my body and rest for I have a child to raise and career to further when my strength inevitably returns, but by the gods will I complain the entire fucking time.
(Gratefully, the father of said child has taken him to visit his grandmother several states away for a fortnight, allowing me to convalesce in the hopes this passes soon. Given I've forced my body to work through flare ups via walkers and stubbornly grinding my bones into the dirt, I imagine this flare up to pass far sooner than all prior experienced given I am, for once, "resting.")
Tips on what resting means and how to do it are appreciated. So far, I've gathered it means to lay down. Surely, one can do more than simply lay down. Right? Is there no productive way to rest? (I have been told attempts at productivity are antithetical to resting, this is discouraging and of great upset to me.)
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It shouldn't hurt to breathe
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It would be gr8 if chronic fatigue could Not Do This
I'd go on a paragraph about how I don't feel well to do my usual cripple blogging but man
Typing requires so much energy
And there are so many things I want to do
Stares at Google docs for writing projects, sketchbook, charcoal, and sewing machine
Stares in I Have No Idea How I've Managed to Function Enough to Take Care of My Child but Here We Are Disabled Parental Superpowers
Stares in Lifting My Head Took So Much Energy I Need to Lay Down
#chain quitcha bitchin#hoo boy#chronic fatigue#be hitting today#with rusty nails in a baseball bat#my dearest child I'm so sorry i don't have run around outside energy#i know you want to play outside#but you are so fast and have so much energy and i cannot keep up and keep you safe#so we gotta stay inside#huagh parent guilt
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Listen, if a train station locks the bathroom, I'm pissing in its parking lot with no remorse.
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Why sleep when you could be awake for 36 hours and work heavy labor for a straight sixteen of them after failing to fall asleep for six when your shift magically changed at 10:30pm, am I right.
#I'm definitely not running myself into the ground#i understand work life balance#and other lies i tell myself#personal#chain quitcha bitchin
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Things I haven't had energy for today:
- basic conversation
- cooking/getting water from the fridge
- focusing on podcasts
- getting out of bed 3/4s of the day
- changing clothes
- skincare (the horror)
- dishes, cleaning, showering*, etc
- most things required to exist
Things I HAVE had the energy for:
- looking up Chinese provinces with the highest demographics of Yue speakers
- looking up massacres in the mid to late 1960s within those provinces
- looking up immigration laws in Britain between 1942 to 1971 and their causes
- looking up the statistics of people immigrating from China to Britain between aforementioned years (and the modern day for the sake of intrigue)
- which year Britain legalized civil partnerships
- the origin of a last name for which I cannot find a meaning (it's Hungarian and makes no sense in its original context)
- brushing my teeth
If there is one thing for which I'll find energy, it's absurdly specific forms of research that rarely have importance to anyone aside myself in relation to hyperfixations, work projects, or education.
(*showered yesterday, thank goodness)
#i can't give you more than half a sentence#unless it's six paragraphs explaining a backstory no one would have questioned in the first place#before going back to a nap#personal#chain quitcha bitchin
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The trans struggle of wanting a man to choke on your cock without losing access to multiple orgasms
#on one hand i want to fuck his face#on the other hand if he can take basic directions i can get off six times in under twenty minutes#let me have BOTH#I want to make a mess of a man between my legs and the universe will not allow me to do it the way i want to#screams#personal#chain quitcha bitchin
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Two extractions and a bone graft are, in case you were curious, deeply unpleasant.
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May i wish a very merry fuck you to all packer companies for not making underwear that fits a 22"/23" waist.
Small transmen still deserve gender euphoria, but okay, i guess.
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I'm in four discord servers, one of which i don't acknowledge as I've been taking a break from opera omnia, and i have no idea how any of you keep up with anything
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Paint has a funny way of drying when you least want it to and refusing to dry when you need to paint over part of it.
Why. Why are you like this.
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I didn't realize how much bottom dysphoria i have until i was half asleep daydreaming gale could magic me a penis this morning and i don't know what that says about me but i DO know it is a LOT of dysphoria.
I also know there's no way to get Exactly What I'd Want so it's Pointless and that EVERYONE WHO MAKES UNDERWEAR FOR PACKERS ASSUMES ALL TRANSMEN HAVE A 25-27" WAIST MINIMUM
Bitch i am a 23" waist PLEASE THINK OF THE TWINKS some of us are SMALL PEOPLE can i please feel valid for like five seconds THANK YOU.
(Caps for emphasis, i have new followers, capslock is always for emphasis)
#personal#ftm#ftm packer#tagging that in case someone who runs some fucking company#will make something that fits me#chain quitcha bitchin
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Iiiiii have to magically happen upon $4000 to pay my lawwwwyerrrrrr to deal with pressing sex trafficking charges and get full custody of my kid, thanks I HATE IT.
Ahahahahaaaaaaahelp
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