A thinky thing
Back in February, I got concussed pretty badly (or, pretty badly for not having blacked out). I posted about it here. My cognitive abilities were below par, and my physical capabilities were sketchy at best, for around a month. This was pretty frustrating.
When I got back from spring break, I did something that messed up my back. So my back hurt in most sitting positions for a couple weeks. Eventually the pain turned into nerve pain down the outside of my left thigh. The upshot of this was that I spent at least a month not knowing when exactly or in what positions I would be in pain and having no reliable way to alleviate it.
This was, as I recall, fairly mentally exhausting, and I skipped several classes because I couldn't handle potentially being in unfixable pain for that amount of time, and I didn't want to risk making it worse.
Being in pain, constantly, and having my movement significantly restricted (it hurt to put on socks and shoes, for one thing), was psychically tiring and also really frustrating. In actual facts, I don't know what chronic pain or disability is like, but the taste of it I got (as an indirect result of my concussion) was bad enough.
I don't really have a point, except that I understand the concept of limited spoons a little better, and on a deeper level, than I did before.
When I got back from spring break, I did something that messed up my back. So my back hurt in most sitting positions for a couple weeks. Eventually the pain turned into nerve pain down the outside of my left thigh. The upshot of this was that I spent at least a month not knowing when exactly or in what positions I would be in pain and having no reliable way to alleviate it.
This was, as I recall, fairly mentally exhausting, and I skipped several classes because I couldn't handle potentially being in unfixable pain for that amount of time, and I didn't want to risk making it worse.
Being in pain, constantly, and having my movement significantly restricted (it hurt to put on socks and shoes, for one thing), was psychically tiring and also really frustrating. In actual facts, I don't know what chronic pain or disability is like, but the taste of it I got (as an indirect result of my concussion) was bad enough.
I don't really have a point, except that I understand the concept of limited spoons a little better, and on a deeper level, than I did before.