Wednesday 10th September 2025
Some Days I Open My Eyes and Feel Ready to Take on the World...
...then I can't even use a tin opener to open a can of tuna to feed my cats.
Q? Is it just me? Or a crap tin opener? Or both?
Q? Does it really matter? Who gives a toss?
Don't worry - the cats were fed eventually. I just feel rubbish that I couldn't even open a bloody tin.
Festival fatigue reality check: The post-festival crash has really kicked in properly now. Beautiful Days was absolutely worth it, but my body's sending me the bill with interest. It's that familiar cycle - amazing experiences followed by weeks of payback.
Today's frustration: It's the unpredictability that gets me the most. Today, my hands won't cooperate with something as basic as a tin opener. The cats were looking at me like "Come on, woman, we're starving here!" while I wrestled with what should be the most straightforward task.
Practical reality: I guess yet more disability aids are required. I'm considering adding an "easy-grip can opener" or an electric one to the ever-growing list of adaptations. It's not exactly the shopping list I imagined having in my 50s, but here we are.
Today's truth: Some days chronic illness means you can't do the basics, even when you desperately want to. Today was one of those days, and that's just how it is.
Tomorrow's hope: My hands will remember how to function correctly. Maybe they won't. Either way, I'll figure it out - the cats depend on it!
Affirmations I need to remember:
- Bad hand days don't make me useless
- Needing aids isn't failure, it's adaptation
- Even small struggles are valid
Does anyone else have those "really, body? A can opener defeats you today?" moments?
Sha x
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