Right Now (whiney)

I just feel awful right now.  My body hates me...and the feeling is mutual.  My feet are protesting the fact I've had to be on the move so much lately.  My hands (always temperamental at best) object to the amount of writing I've been doing.  They don't care if I'm typing or using a pen; my hands dislike working and quit when they've had enough.

Every muscle from the base of my skull to my knees is complaining about the flashback I had yesterday.  Like I chose to sit rigid and still for a solid hour!  (Oh how I loathe flashbacks...)

On top of it all, all my senses are running on super-high gear.  I'm living on the brink of sensory overload.

On, and to add insult to injury, I've got a mosquito bite close to an old scar.  The scar itches enough on it's own; it and the bugbite are playing off each other to drive me berserk!

I'll be fine, I know.  In the large scheme of things, these are very small issues.

I just needed to get them out.
Plaid Plaid
31-35, F
May 23, 2012