argh
So.
I had a dream last night I was chewing on clay and soap like gum. And it actually didn't taste like shit.
...I think there was more to it than that, but that's all I remember. Wat. I often have dreams where I'm chewing on something that isn't meant to be chewed, or that there's something perpetually in my mouth that no matter how many times I try to spit it out or remove it with my hands, it... regenerates. I don't even know, sometimes I can't even identify what I'm chewing on in some dreams.
Also, I twisted my ankle AGAIN. It was at about 4 AM last night... I got up for some purpose I can't remember (I pretty much instantly forgot why I was getting out of bed as soon as I woke up completely; it might've been to get a drink, but I'm not positive), but my foot was asleep. As in, totally numb. And I completely didn't notice this. So when I tried to step on it and put my weight on it, it kind of... didn't take that well. So I stumbled around beside my bed for like three seconds until I fell flat on my ass and felt my ankle killing me, so I assume I must've stepped on it the wrong way. Possibly the exact same way I stepped on it on Labor Day weekend (which was basically stepping the wrong way on a staircase and/or applying my weight wrong, and instead winding up turning my foot inwards and literally touching the bone of my ankle and the side of my shoe to the fucking step), though that incident hurt much worse than it currently does now. Same ankle as last time and everything, which is... surprising and not surprising all at once. It took me about five minutes of hissing and groaning and sitting there in immense pain before I hobbled to my dad's room and asked him to get an ice pack for me apologetically, because there was no way I was tackling the stairs with a freshly sprained ankle. I felt bad for waking him up, but it was kinda a minor emergency. I couldn't even get to sleep for about an hour and a half after the ice pack was applied, because it just fucking hurt. D:
Luckily I don't have school until Monday, since club was canceled due to Veteran's Day today... hopefully I'll be able to walk without limping by then.
I guess the point of this post is: DON'T YOU HATE WHEN YOUR LEG/FOOT FALLS ASLEEP AND YOU TRY TO WALK ON IT BUT THEN REALIZE YOU CAN'T FEEL IT SO YOU FALL OVER INSTEAD AND POSSIBLY SPRAIN SOMETHING? :|;;;;;;;
...I've done that more than once. Oh my coordination.
I had a dream last night I was chewing on clay and soap like gum. And it actually didn't taste like shit.
...I think there was more to it than that, but that's all I remember. Wat. I often have dreams where I'm chewing on something that isn't meant to be chewed, or that there's something perpetually in my mouth that no matter how many times I try to spit it out or remove it with my hands, it... regenerates. I don't even know, sometimes I can't even identify what I'm chewing on in some dreams.
Also, I twisted my ankle AGAIN. It was at about 4 AM last night... I got up for some purpose I can't remember (I pretty much instantly forgot why I was getting out of bed as soon as I woke up completely; it might've been to get a drink, but I'm not positive), but my foot was asleep. As in, totally numb. And I completely didn't notice this. So when I tried to step on it and put my weight on it, it kind of... didn't take that well. So I stumbled around beside my bed for like three seconds until I fell flat on my ass and felt my ankle killing me, so I assume I must've stepped on it the wrong way. Possibly the exact same way I stepped on it on Labor Day weekend (which was basically stepping the wrong way on a staircase and/or applying my weight wrong, and instead winding up turning my foot inwards and literally touching the bone of my ankle and the side of my shoe to the fucking step), though that incident hurt much worse than it currently does now. Same ankle as last time and everything, which is... surprising and not surprising all at once. It took me about five minutes of hissing and groaning and sitting there in immense pain before I hobbled to my dad's room and asked him to get an ice pack for me apologetically, because there was no way I was tackling the stairs with a freshly sprained ankle. I felt bad for waking him up, but it was kinda a minor emergency. I couldn't even get to sleep for about an hour and a half after the ice pack was applied, because it just fucking hurt. D:
Luckily I don't have school until Monday, since club was canceled due to Veteran's Day today... hopefully I'll be able to walk without limping by then.
I guess the point of this post is: DON'T YOU HATE WHEN YOUR LEG/FOOT FALLS ASLEEP AND YOU TRY TO WALK ON IT BUT THEN REALIZE YOU CAN'T FEEL IT SO YOU FALL OVER INSTEAD AND POSSIBLY SPRAIN SOMETHING? :|;;;;;;;
...I've done that more than once. Oh my coordination.