Okay, so the “other things” part is only half serious. Yesterday, I fell in my apartment. It was one of those times that I was glad I was alone – because as of late, I’m feeling a little bummed about being by myself most of the time – but this was one of those moments where you look around to make sure no one saw, even though there was nobody else there. Although I’m fairly sure the people that live below me must have heard it.
This is not a glamorous story. I basically missed my rolling desk chair, lost my balance, and fell sideways. And of course, I had to land on my right hip and elbow, the body parts that give me the most constant and consistent trouble. And this makes me not believe that “the bigger they are, the harder they fall,” because I fell pretty darn hard.
Floor meet Leslie. Leslie meet floor. Hello…floor.
Come to think of it, my hair dryer fell off my bathroom shelf the other morning, and smacked my left wrist. Maybe I should just stay on the couch. That seems to be the safest place for me lately.
Other than a little bit of bruising, and a fairly big bruise to my ego, I’m fine, although I’ve been feeling a bit off these past few days (both emotionally and physically).
The past few weeks have been difficult, to say the least. I had started writing a few posts that I had intended to finish, but then my cousin died, and everything else took a backseat. I haven’t really had time to adjust to the new semester, and it has been difficult to reflect on some of the topics that I wanted to write about.
Walking to campus for the first time since break really tired me out. I really felt out of shape. My ankle was sort of swollen by the time I got home, which has never happened before. And the first day of school, I woke up and felt “wasted.” And if you have lupus, you know exactly what I’m talking about. My head just didn’t feel right, like I’d never slept, and I felt vaguely hungover.
On the other hand, though, the last few times I’ve exercised, it has actually felt energizing, rather than energy depleting for the first time in over a year.
Given the physical (lack of sleep) and emotional toll that the past few weeks have taken, I am surprised that I haven’t flared.
That’s all I have…for now…