sublaxing in a tiny room

Mar 20, 2016 11:12

Yesterday I sublaxed a rib. I thought it was a pulled muscle but it was a specific grindy sort of pain. It was deep and intense but not like the stabby pains I get all over. And the grinding thing sort of sold it. After stretching and pushing on my back the pain went away and left a vague ache. So I'm pretty certain it was a rib again. My doctor didn't believe me last time. I mean I'm sublaxing my fingers, wrists, ankles, knees and bones in my feet all the time. Not to mention the shit going on with my neck and shoulder and hips.
I've changed docs since then and got an official diagnosis so maybe that will help.

I have muscle pain in my back most of the day because I'm going from sitting in a big, puffy arm chair to a hard dinning chair. I'm holding myself up an awful lot more than I usually do while sitting. I need to build up the muscles but ugh. I'm fed up of the increase in pain on top of my flare.

I'm also sleeping about 11 hours a night. It shouldn't surprise me. I'm getting to sleep around 10pm and not getting up until 10am most mornings. The other day it was midday before I could drag myself out of bed, one day this week I got up at 7am. I do wake up a bunch in the night and sometimes am awake for an hour or two. There's not really much I can do about it. I just need more sleep right now after the past few months.

We have the market this weekend. It's only on one day this year. National Parks made the hall too expensive for it to be worth doing the two days.
I am currently knitting a bunch of squares that I will hopefully turn into cute little rabbits. Will see how well that goes.

National Parks have organised a big weekend for ANZAC day weekend. Lots of things on including a craft market with local designers. I asked one of the people who are having a stall where they applied and they said they got contacted. So are we not invited then? I mean I'm pretty sure most of them know we do the other markets here and make all our own stuff and you can't get more fucking local. Ugh. I just feel really left out of all the art stuff here and elsewhere. Need to get out more again.

There's a bunch of stuff that needs doing in the house. Cleaning but also going through shit and reducing the stuff we have. We don't fit in this house and even if we move to Penrith we wont have that much room. Some of it is sentimental crap, some of it is stuff that could be useful and was kept because of this but if we can't access it because it's in a box under loads of other boxes, is there much point?

It's starting to get cold again. It's been getting cold enough over night that I'm too cold with just my thin blanket. Unfortunately my thin, polyester quilt over the top means I get too hot. It's frustrating.
We've been cold during the day too. Going to have to start sorting out stuf for the fire soon. Ugh. It's always so much work. I love it but yeah. Also right now I'm sitting directly in front of it because I have my hard chair in front of my arm chair and my laptop desk is in front of me. This means I'm completely blocking the fire and I'll get too hot and I'm not sure how this desk will hold up. Ugh. Hate having such a tiny house.
Only thing I can think of is to remove my arm chair but then there's no where to put it and we can't get it to the tip or anything. It wont fit in the car. And what if I decide I can't do this hard chair thing long term and need somewhere else to sit?
We need a decent shed but we don't have room in the yard and National Parks wouldn't let us have one.

Before anyone asks, we can't afford to move and we couldn't afford to live anywhere bigger.

Ended up cutting a bunch of people from my twitter feed last night. Mostly celebrities. I'm spending all day catching up and haven't had time to read fic or anything. I can't read twitter or fic while I'm knitting the tiny bunnies and yeah, just not keeping up. Shame because I like reading their tweets but it's ridiculous.

About to see if I can use my graphics tablet while sitting at this chair. I think it's going to be too high for my arm.

health, house

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