Scrubbed Clean

Realtalk — part of being disabled means that simple-sounding chores like eating and bathing are not that easy. So I can’t remember the last time I bathed before this afternoon, but it was probably more than a week ago. I would rub my face and skin would come off, which, oops. I know that’s also in part due to the fact my OCD tells me that I must lotion my face over a dozen times in the average day, but still. Still.

Today has been… generic. Work happened. Poking at Diablo has happened. I removed my skin and am grateful, even if I’m feeling wiped for it. But at least it’s done. For now.

Right. Hi, bye, not much to say. Gonna go stare at the ceiling/zone out/something.

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