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beccaelizabethI went to a convention in a new place and it didn't wind me up at all :-D
And all that worrying I did in advance about train routes and stuff got a bit irrelevant cause the alternate route train was cancelled so I just went through London and that didn't stress me out either. Twice I did that. Lunch time, in London, in an underground train, full of people. And I'm just sitting there all 'lalala' and... I don't know, normal.
No panic attacks. No nervous stomach... except for when I have to get out to start the journey in the first place, but that I'm used to, and it weren't bad. No feeling of impending doom. No utter exhaustion and having to run back to my room five times a day. I just got... well, probably not eight hours sleep, there were 8 hour gaps but they weren't all asleep, but a whole bunch of hours sleep a night and then I was awake in the day.
Also, only one day of headache, and aside from that nothing hurts. Not my back, not my shoulders, not my legs or hips or even feets! It's bloody miraculous. And while the lack of leg pain might be related to the lack of standing in lines and the disco only running until 0100 (*pout*) the back thing I thought was just inevitable. But no. I don't hurt. Except for maybe sometimes where these new bras are lacy underneath and I'm not used to them yet. But aside from that... new bras? Bloody miraculous. I risked destruct-testing and danced to 'Jump Around' for the first time in years and years and still nothing hurts.
... yeah, this is one of those things where very lucky people get to sit there blinking and nonplussed. But I have happy. I have much happy.
I also did talking. On Friday, mostly, but still, more talking than I have thus far done all year. And, yeah, kind of feel like I failed at talking still, because I managed like six sentences on Sunday. But I made coherent sentences while getting autographs. And I didn't stutter. All weekend. Except that once trying to say 'Bristol' to the train station information desk, but that was very loud-busy, and I got the information anyway, and aside from that there was no stuttering.
... I just still don't know how to start or join conversations, especially with new people. Is a bit frustrating really. I end up wandering around looking vaguely lost and then thinking sod it and going back to my room. So by the end of the weekend I've spent much time, for instance, staring at the dance floor and thinking "hey, lookit, people! They look interesting! Maybe I could make words!" and yet pretty much getting stuck at that point.
:eyeroll:
I did dance though. I like dancing. I danced a whole lot and didn't fall over or crash into anyone even though I did inevitably end up next to someone who can't tell left from right or hasn't learned when to turn around in the Doctor Who dance. Which I've only almost got the hang of myself, so, sympathy, but also dodging a lot.
I was sparkly, I had fun, and now I'm neither hurt nor exhausted. Made of win, basically.
:-D
And all that worrying I did in advance about train routes and stuff got a bit irrelevant cause the alternate route train was cancelled so I just went through London and that didn't stress me out either. Twice I did that. Lunch time, in London, in an underground train, full of people. And I'm just sitting there all 'lalala' and... I don't know, normal.
No panic attacks. No nervous stomach... except for when I have to get out to start the journey in the first place, but that I'm used to, and it weren't bad. No feeling of impending doom. No utter exhaustion and having to run back to my room five times a day. I just got... well, probably not eight hours sleep, there were 8 hour gaps but they weren't all asleep, but a whole bunch of hours sleep a night and then I was awake in the day.
Also, only one day of headache, and aside from that nothing hurts. Not my back, not my shoulders, not my legs or hips or even feets! It's bloody miraculous. And while the lack of leg pain might be related to the lack of standing in lines and the disco only running until 0100 (*pout*) the back thing I thought was just inevitable. But no. I don't hurt. Except for maybe sometimes where these new bras are lacy underneath and I'm not used to them yet. But aside from that... new bras? Bloody miraculous. I risked destruct-testing and danced to 'Jump Around' for the first time in years and years and still nothing hurts.
... yeah, this is one of those things where very lucky people get to sit there blinking and nonplussed. But I have happy. I have much happy.
I also did talking. On Friday, mostly, but still, more talking than I have thus far done all year. And, yeah, kind of feel like I failed at talking still, because I managed like six sentences on Sunday. But I made coherent sentences while getting autographs. And I didn't stutter. All weekend. Except that once trying to say 'Bristol' to the train station information desk, but that was very loud-busy, and I got the information anyway, and aside from that there was no stuttering.
... I just still don't know how to start or join conversations, especially with new people. Is a bit frustrating really. I end up wandering around looking vaguely lost and then thinking sod it and going back to my room. So by the end of the weekend I've spent much time, for instance, staring at the dance floor and thinking "hey, lookit, people! They look interesting! Maybe I could make words!" and yet pretty much getting stuck at that point.
:eyeroll:
I did dance though. I like dancing. I danced a whole lot and didn't fall over or crash into anyone even though I did inevitably end up next to someone who can't tell left from right or hasn't learned when to turn around in the Doctor Who dance. Which I've only almost got the hang of myself, so, sympathy, but also dodging a lot.
I was sparkly, I had fun, and now I'm neither hurt nor exhausted. Made of win, basically.
:-D
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