Yesterday I
had a sort of ‘business meeting’ planned for the event I’m working on. It
wasn’t exactly ‘business’, as we’re all volunteers, but you get the idea… One
of the board members couldn’t make it, because she fell ill. (get well soon!)
My best friend, who’s the chairman, and my sister did come to the meeting.
Last
weekend I spent a lot of time working on papers for this meeting. Well, I
worked together with the rest of the board, but I was the one typing it out. I
must say, I was pretty proud of the final product and was happy to print it all
out and staple it together. While stapling, I managed to staple in my index
finger. Just one side of the staple and it didn’t fold over, so I could easily
get it out of my finger, but it hurt like hell, since it went in pretty deep.
As soon as
I hurt myself like this, all my attention turns to getting rid of the pain as
much as possible, as I’m very sensitive to pain. To most things actually… While
panicking a bit about my pain, I also tried to figure out on how to hold a
professional meeting, while still in pain. Luckily the pain quickly got less,
since it was a puncture wound, which heals quickly. It also turned out that
flapping my hand greatly reduced the pain even more. If I would just keep on
flapping my hand and explain people why I did that, I would be fine. (I’m
trying to avoid typing with this finger at the moment, since bumping it into
something still hurts a bit. That’s difficult if you’re used to typing with all
fingers…)
I got my
jacked on and my little bag with me (I have this bag that I always keep with
me, as it holds all the stuff that I could need in a day) and got into the car.
My sister drove us there and I was still focussed very much on my pain and the
flapping of my hand.
During the
meeting, they started talking about the papers I worked on. Suddenly I realised
that I completely forgot about them. They were laying on the table. Stapled.
Ready to be taken to the meeting… And I forgot them. Everyone understood and I
was quickly forgiven, as I was still in pain, but still… I felt ashamed and I
also felt a bit bad about working so hard on getting a paper ready and then not
taking it with me. I still have these papers at home now.
After the
meeting, my best friend and I went into the city centre. I needed some stuff
for the weekly autism meeting and for my sister, and I just dragged him with me
for company. We were both in the mood for some laughing, after a long meeting.
I knew that I would need quite some time in the city, so I wasn’t looking
forward to all the tiredness that I would feel eventually. That’s part of why I
dragged my best friend with me.
While in
the city, we had some good laughs. We laughed about parts of our past and we
laughed about some funny stuff they were selling in a cheap store. We had a
great time. Before I knew it, a lot of time had passed and I still didn’t feel
all that bad. I guess this is a small example of Kansas. (for a description of Kansas, see Aaron Likens
his glossary. It’s not about geography: Glossary
) That time passes when you’re having fun, is a common given. But now I also
lost very little energy, while spending a lot of time in the city. This is the
second time something like this happened in a short period (see: A fantastic day!
). A good sign maybe? I hope so.
I thanked
my best friend (and I will thank him again: thank you!) for taking the time to
distract me from having to go into the city centre.
He recently
got new shoes, so walking in them for that long was hurting his feet. We
decided that he would sit at my home for a little while to rest. My mother
seemed to pick up on the great day I was having, so she offered him to stay and
eat dinner. He happily accepted, so the fun time was extended for a little
while longer.
About an
hour after dinner, we both agreed that the day should come to an end, so my
sister drove him to the train station and I went along. At the train station we
said our goodbyes and that was the end of a great day. That’s okay, everything
should come to an end at some point. I do wonder if I’ll have more of these
days where my Chronic Fatigue doesn’t seem to bother me that much in the
future. Do I dare hope?
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