In dreams I jog.

It's been an odd week.

1. Table got taken to mother's.
N. Storage got emptied into apartment.
@. Apartment Tetris ensued.
4. Game still in progress, I'm winning, I swear.
!. Sleeping on my own bed again. So much yay.
Z. So.much.walking.

In actuality it hasn't been terribly more walking than what happens from time to time, normally. Oddly It's getting easier and easier, FINALLY. And the only factor That's changed is the whey protein shakes that boyperson introduced me to.
I'm sure that it's the eating more and more regularly, and the better sleep as well, but the shakes are the main factor, and I'm nearly out, and I'm a bit panicked at the idea of being without.

It's indescribably wonderful to be able to walk without bits going numb, or hurting ankles, knees, or hips. It's a a kind of sore that I remember from when I was younger, the sore that happened after running track, or playing basketball or tennis.

Nearly every night this week I've dreamed of jogging and playing tennis, my muscles remember apparently. I'm excited and hopefull that this means I'll actually get to do these things again soon.

I miss tennis. Does tennis miss me?

And then there was Friday.

Hello and welcome to my last First Friday, for now.

I woke not feeling too great but then I had a shake, then some foods, and also some sody and ibuprofens. Then soaked my legs in a very hot bath, I'm still sore and tired but not enough to prevent walking to the bus stop, doing my trolly job, and then maybe out for the weekend.

With all the crap going on I should be mope and stress, but It's nearly impossible for me to feel like life is anything but amazingly fantastic, when I'm feeling healthy.

I may be pushing it too much and end up sick soon, but fuck it! I'll get better. Go me!

Random thought on bus.

I don't think of myself as a creative person, and I'm not sure that the ability to pick a colour and smear it on my hair is worthy of such a compliment.