It’s a good thing I didn’t make posting on here part of the Challenge. I knew better, though I had intentions. I have so much going on, both blog-wise, DnD-wise, and work-wise, that I haven’t had the spoons for keeping the one updated with progress. Trauma is this weekend, though, so I thought I’d post a bit.
I Succeeded in meeting all goals for July, August, and September. I’ve only missed one day in October, and I have a “doctor’s note” for both a procedure and vaccine recovery. Five days a week, 30 Zone minutes a day at first, and then upped to 40 Zone minutes the second month. I’m moving, but I don’t feel better. Not sure it’s possible for me to “feel better” when my chronic illness attacks so randomly and includes fatigue. But I’m moving, not just sitting down all day every day. It will hopefully be helpful for my April plans – my first vacation since pre-pandemic. I’m nervous about it, but I’ve got every vax they’ve offered and will continue to do so.
He and I have had two out of three date nights, with the next one scheduled for next week. Last month there was an illness issue. July, for my birthday we had a bit of rope a bit of pain, and a bit of beatings. Things didn’t go as planned, but when do they ever with middle aged bodies? We had a good time, though, and it was nice to just spend time together. August was needles. Teasing me with all the different sizes he had, but letting me chose. We ended up doing mostly the smallest size he had because when we went up a size I nearly passed out. It’s a tricky thing to do without other people to distract us both. But it was still good and I got a very nice rush, and we had fun together. That’s what matters.
Normally this month’s would be tonight, but it’s Trauma weekend. I’m still working from home. My normal job at the fetish Halloween party is violet wand, requiring touching people, and being very close to their faces. I am Not up for that just yet with a few hundred strangers, so I’m not there with him. Not very many folk are. He offered to find me something else to do, but I’d rather feel guilty at home for not being there, than for being there and not helping out in the ways that I’m capable of. If I’m not comfortable going to work with a dozen coworkers, attending a big Halloween party packed with a few hundred strangers is definitely outside my risk profile right now. I’m hoping that changes by next year. One step at a time. I’m working on it.
