Day 8

Mood Crash

And blood sugar crash…

When my mood drops, so too does my will to eat and I think I left it until around 4:30 this afternoon to actually eat anything and that was just soup, but I got to the point where I had the judders and needed anything to top up the fuel tank.

Had a bad night’s sleep, which followed way too much sleep which lead to a high mood and a swift nose dive into anxiety.

Quite a roller-coaster few days. It’s hard to put it into words, but living with an injury does affect your mood, the mind wants to race ahead and jump back into normality, so I push and push and push myself more to get better, trying to walk further, use one stick… Like I simply expect a ligament injury to fuck off in 10 days and apparently this isn’t happening.

So today I just crashed, mentally and physically and feel like poop. And that OK, because it’s hard to stay fucking cheerful when every step feels like a taught elastic band in your leg is going to snap any step.

It doesn’t, it’s just painful to walk on. So today I have hardly been anywhere, done anything, rested. I hate resting but I suppose currently it is necessary, it’s still early, just 7:20, but I have this desire to pull on my pj’s and embracing rest, embracing a moment of laziness and allowing myself to heal.

Normal service will resume soon

2 thoughts on “Day 8

  1. if i had a patient that had a “sprain/strain” injury i always told them it was worse than a break as people could understand a nd see (on xray) a break, but felt a “sprain/strain” was a minor injury. not so!!! they are just as bad if not worst as people do not take them seriously. one must treat them the same respect and given them time to heal correctly, just like a break.

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