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Good thing I already knew stress makes my body bitchier. =\
My elbow's gotten moderately flared in the last week, much to my disgust.
It got stabbed with needles Monday and today, but it's sort of put paid to a swathe of my self-motivation.
I dragged myself to a yoga class yesterday, and made dinner 2.5 times in this past week (you know it's bad when you'd rather do sloppy knifework nipping at either end of green beans than pinch the damn things off).
At the same time, I'm capable of making dinner, even if the knifework's sloppy, and as long as I'm cautious about arm stuff, I can go to a low-level yoga class and feel a little bit better for having done it.
It got stabbed with needles Monday and today, but it's sort of put paid to a swathe of my self-motivation.
I dragged myself to a yoga class yesterday, and made dinner 2.5 times in this past week (you know it's bad when you'd rather do sloppy knifework nipping at either end of green beans than pinch the damn things off).
At the same time, I'm capable of making dinner, even if the knifework's sloppy, and as long as I'm cautious about arm stuff, I can go to a low-level yoga class and feel a little bit better for having done it.