Days…

I was up early this morning. I’m going to tackle what I can today (Important mid-Spring cleaning.), and whatever can’t be tackled today can be done another day. Bits and pieces until it’s clean, packed up, and done. It’s hard to think about, especially coming off of a week full of pain, sickness, and stress. I’m still not one hundred percent okay, but I also don’t expect to be any more. My neck is apparently getting worse, and yes, I’m about to make appointments with new doctors to see if I can find a good fit.

I’m so fucking tired of showing up, though. 😒 Not just tired, but fed up.

Modern Medicine Fails People With Chronic Pain

https://www.wired.com/story/modern-medicine-fails-chronic-pain/

This is not dissimilar to stories I have heard and things I have personally experienced from age eight into adulthood.

This story is adapted from The Song of Our Scars: The Untold Story of Pain, by Haider Warraich.

There’s Something About A Place…

“There’s something about a place you’ve been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone… they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.”
―Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

Going for a walk? Study says minimal exercise can lower risk of depression

https://www.indystar.com/story/news/health/2022/04/15/exercise-can-help-depression-study/7330937001/

Or if you’re like me, you need a destination in mind. I often function on auto-pilot when I take a walk. I have no idea how I get to my destination or how I get home because I’m SO trapped in my head. Sometimes I have to pause, check out my surroundings, and take a picture of a tree or something I see along the way. Also, I’m still depressed afterwards, but with more joint and muscle pain. Depression is a cruel taskmaster.