January 19th, 2012

Bun: pain

whiiiiiiiiine...

I used to be annoyed by the "teaspoons" metaphor for how much energy one has.  In part because it was so cutesy, in part because everyone kept using it, and I kept confusing it with Shakesville's "teaspooning" as a metaphor for speaking up for justice, even when it feels like you're trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon.

But I have to admit, as a metaphor for pain and energy, teaspoons works as well as any.  Right now, my teaspoons are running low, and half of them are bent.  I keep bumping my head on my disability every time I go to an event, or travel, or try to do anything that requires sustained energy for longer than about half a day, especially when I can't rest somewhere comfortable and have a nap for an hour or so.  I've overworked myself several times now; I know what I can and can't do, yet I still overdo it.  I make myself sick, and then I'm no good for a couple of days.

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