my physio, in his wisdom, has encouraged me to book in with a sports doctor. i've booked in with one in the big smoke in 2 weeks time. i'm a little worried about what the outcome of that 45 minute consultation might be, but i've been down this road before, and i know how it will probaby end (that is, with a hyaluronic acid injection or a PRP injection). i had the same rock and roll with my wrist, which i sprained in 2022. i did physio until i couldn't anymore, i saw a specialist, she referred me for a steroid injection. it seems to be the way things seem to work for me when i'm injured.
i'm doing the same old same old when it comes to keeping my head above water. i'm cleaning, focusing on art and seeing friends. i'm finding fun with my girlfriend and i'm making sure i eat and drink and sleep right. i try to go out everyday. as someone with pre-existing mental health conditions, i know the influence of hygiene on my mood, so i make sure to keep clean as much as i can.
it all helps, in its own way, to keep me content. making plans and executing them is one of the huge things that keep me going strong. i've signed up for the blue mountains zine fair, and i'm keen to chat to other makers and see how the zine world has changed since my last fair. i'm making a commitment to myself this year to grow my creativity. whether that leads to growing my art for sale or just keeping it among my friends, it doesn't matter. as long as i'm making with my hands and fostering my creativity in a time when my body isn't at 100%.
i'm working super hard to get everything prepared for blue mountains zine fair. i'm really excited as well! other worlds zine fair was my first zine fest and it was such a good time. i got to chat with other makers and take home some incredible and vulnerable art.
after doing work on my zines this afternoon, i got into my skating gear and headed down to the carpark of my apartment building, where i started the five-minute skate i was allotted by my physio. previously, i had tried 20 minutes, and that re-injured my knees. so, i was told to wait until the pain kicks down a notch, and to try again. lo and behold, 5 minutes did not ruin all of my progress! we have, against all odds, a starting point from which to grow!
i can't wait to build up my strength and get back on the roller derby track. it's going to be a long road, but nothing worthwhile ever came easily.