I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. I know…that’s not really all that shocking. I have staples and stitches holding my fleshy bits together. It’s tight and not very giving, if you know what I mean. If you don’t know…well, I envy you. Leaning in any direction tugs on staples and stitches so leaning or moving around isn’t exactly fun. Then again, not moving is boring as all hell.
But it is what it is; I’m stuck this way regardless for the time being, and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.
I’m a huge procrastinator. I have a tendency to put off packing until the last possible minute. For anything. Previous moves, camping trips, I essentially procraste everytime I need to do something. But…it’s always because I’ve decided to procrastinate. This time however, I’m itching to get started purging and organizing, tossing and packing. Only I can’t, because pain and what not. Right now, I’m basically procrastinating against my will. And it’s quite terrible.
Do you know what else is quite terrible? Secondhand Procrastination: when someone else is procrastinating and therefore you must also procrastinate. That’s also not nearly as fun as procrastinating on your own. Basically, all procrastinating is bad except for your own and I can’t even freely procrastinate for the sake of procrastinating, so that’s why I’m ranting.
I just want to know where we’ll be living in a few months…
Oh, and I want to fast forward through all this gross stuff like house worries and staples and stitches. If it could be a time where we have found a new, totally awesome house and my skin was no longer held together by foreign objects that’d be great.
Oh, and I wanted to mention that yesterday I made it to my pain clinic appointment in one piece; oh and I do not recommend traveling with staples on your back side, if you can at all help it.
Anyway, the pain clinic appointment went well and now I get to rest up and wait a ridiculously long time for the staple and stitches removal appointment.