One week until Comic Con!

[lillian13]

I have my schedule tentatively mapped out. I know I'm going to Wootstock on Thursday night and the Slasher's Dinner on Friday. I am donating blood at noon on Thursday. Friday and Sunday I will be camped out in Hall H. Hoping to meet up with crimsonquills  for dinner or breakfast sometime. I have a short list of things folks want me to look for (let me know ASAP, guys!). Still need to grab a poster tube or two and doublecheck that my carryon bag will indeed fit inside my larger one. Apartment needs cleaning. Getting a trim tomorrow since I don't like the way my latest cut is shaping up.

So what am I worried about? My damned Evill Knee. We changed my level of medication and doubled my Meloxicam, so it was fine and lovely on Monday--which promptly caused me to overdo it, so it was achy Tuesday and cranky today. I'm going to feel like such a fraud carrying a cane, but I have this horrible suspicion I'll need it. Everything there is so spread out and huge, unless you've been there you have no idea. The place where I'm staying is 4-5 blocks from the transit center, and even that is looking horrible. I plan on using public transit but there's going to be so much walking, guys. I feel the pedicabs are going to make their rent on me next week.

And all this makes me so burningly furious. I feel like my body has betrayed me. I always thought I could at least count on being physically hale and hearty until I was older, and it's one stupid joint that makes me hobble around and it hits me with pain at weird times, just to remind me that haha! my walking for fun days are over. We had a follow-up meeting for the Healthy Eating Every Day class, and I just kept my mouth shut when everyone talked about working out and jumping around and the nice girl running the class kept trilling about walking and training for 5Ks.

Right now I'm trying to adjust my sleeping schedule so that I go to bed early enough that getting up to work out before I start my day won't be a horrible chore. I have a swim suit and goggles and I need a kickboard and an AquaJog belt so I can just get up, splash water on my face, get into my suit and go to the complex pool and get in 30-45 minutes a day. Working out in the morning is the only way I'll do it. My family just gives me blank incomprehension when I try to tell them how I feel trapped and angry so much of the time, they tell me to eat better and work out. Hell, I'm trying, but right now I only feel up to tackling one problem at a time. I'm fully aware that my weight was a strong contributing factor in my knee problems, but everyone conveniently forgets that my mother had bad knees and that mine have never been that great.
 
...sorry about that, sometimes I just need to vent. Anyway, if you have reasonable requests from Comic Con (I'm looking at you, dremiel !), let me know ASAP. I like having goals when I shop.

Comments

[dremiel.livejournal.com]

Sending lots of hugs. I'm so sorry that the knee is sucking so much of the joy out of everything for you. I hope that swimming is easy enough on it for you to stick with it. I'm right there with you on morning exercise. It's just too damned hot otherwise.

And PLEASE, bringing me Tom Hardy is COMPLETELY reasonable. Now if I'd asked for RDJ as well...

[vickita.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, grok. ::pets you::