Current mood:

distressed

RainFurrest
RainFurrest was fun.  As fun as a con can be when you can barely walk.  The hotel was beautiful and the beds were sooooooft.  I did 2 classes on marker coloring, which was rewarding.  I enjoyed it.  Both classes filled up.  I should teach more.  Otherwise, I did little to nothing.  Sat around, drew a badge for Redrumwolf, got caffeinated lime soap and a tiger puzzle from Maly, made amends with TigerBlack, traded art for a tiger-striped mouse with Dusk, hung out with NorthernWolf and chatted, said hi to a lot of people, smoked and drank a lot, and was, in general, a pain-riddled downer, I'm afraid. 

My appointment with the physical therapist is tomorrow.  I'm half-tempted to ask for a wheelchair.  I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself but three weeks of pain and restricted movement sucks.  And the house is a total wreck.  And my diet has been going to hell: Cheezits and Triscuits and anything that doesn't require more than a quick trip to the kitchen and back, except when roomies cook.  Which, due to the state of dishes, isn't much.  I'd be in a cleaning frenzy, if I weren't scared to death of doing permanent damage to myself and being unable to walk without pain for even longer.  God, I hope I don't need surgery.