Accountability, Burnout, and Choosing Safety Anyway
Welcome Back to the Cryptid’s Den
Welcome back to The Crippled Cryptid, where disability, chronic illness, service dogs, and everyday sorcery gather under the same heated blanket, like chilly winter ghosts.
If you’re new here: hi, I’m Sky.
Professional cryptid.
Unwilling amateur cyborg.
Medically interesting enough to make half my providers sigh when they open my chart. Truthfully, I sigh too. Then I roll my eyes.
I live in a haunted meat suit with a highly questionable, wildly out-of-date warranty. Around here, we like to joke that it either ages like spoiled milk or expired sometime around the turn of the century.
Returning readers: welcome home.
New cryptids: welcome to the Lunatic Café.
On today’s menu: Saturday Health Updates.
Accountability first. Always.
Plans, Fog, and the Choice to Stay Home
Today’s original plan was to get up and head to the food bank like we do every Saturday. Then, like usual, we’d call Aunt Lise and talk about how the food bank went, what we got, and show her the coffee we were making for the day.
Routine matters to me.
Consistency matters.
Showing up matters.
When those things disappear, even temporarily, it rattles me more than I like to admit.
But after last week’s food bank debacle, a dense fog warning, and no one wanting to take our ride due to the food bank’s location, we made the call to skip it this week.
That’s not something I do lightly. Or comfortably. Especially when I know we could always use the groceries and I have a five-day heart monitor coming up on Monday. But this was one of those moments where I had to choose safety, even when it felt like a personal failure.
We’re okay. Truly.
The pantry is stocked.
We’re still working our way through Christmas leftovers.
Anything we absolutely need, I’ll order through Uber Eats or Instacart.
The thought of getting into yet another unsafe Uber, without knowing whether or not I’d be picked up again later, was just too much. Especially with the Keppra still doing… well. Keppra things.
This is the kind of math disabled bodies are always doing.
Risk versus recovery. Now versus later.
Sometimes the most responsible choice doesn’t look productive. It just looks like staying put. Sometimes it looks like caring for the future version of yourself you’re trying to protect.
A Quiet Day, On Purpose
You may have noticed there wasn’t a Luna Takeover yesterday. We did that early on Christmas instead because I knew we’d be busy with Stranger Things. And we were. The spoiler ban remains firmly in effect here.
After that, we fell back into our Invasion obsession. Apple TV has fully claimed our hearts with that one, even if we spend a good chunk of each episode yelling at the television like it can hear us.
The plan today is simple.
Coffee.
Kitchen reset.
And then it’s back to Bed Jail™.
Not as punishment. As maintenance.
Because honestly, I just don’t feel well.
I slept in today, something I don’t often do. I’m trying to listen to my body when it says it needs something. Trying.
What These Updates Are Really For
And I guess that’s the whole point of these Saturday Health Updates.
They exist so I can be honest.
So I can hold myself accountable.
So I can admit when I’ve pushed too hard and burned myself out instead of pretending I can muscle through it.
Burnout doesn’t mean failure.
It means something cost energy I didn’t have.
And still… my family had a good Christmas.
That matters.
That part was worth it.
Thank you for being here. For reading. For sitting quietly with me in the den while I tell the truth about how my body behaves this week.
If you’re reading this from your own version of Bed Jail™, you’re not behind. You’re adapting.
🖤
Love you, now say it back.
-Sky
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