Woke Up Angry, Still Sleepy, and a Little Bit Broken

Because I wasn’t already having a great time, my shoulder and arm are still aching from that mystery thing, and my head and stomach are doing the ache-a-thon… pollen-related migraine, maybe?! But hey, at least I get to meet with the sports medicine doc today and get to the bottom of this shoulder/arm business. I did sleep better last night—but the cats didn’t!

While scrolling this morning (as one does when avoiding responsibility), I found this gem:



dear diary,
today i woke up angry
because i woke up early
& i was still sleepy
— brittany frost designs

I felt this in my soul.

That moment when you wake up mad because life didn’t give you the extra hour you deserved? Classic. I rolled over, half-conscious, muttering threats at my alarm like it was a personal betrayal. But instead of crawling back under the covers (tempting), I got up—mostly because my shoulder decided it needed more attention than a toddler on a sugar crash.

Every move lately has been a guessing game: is this pain muscular? Nerve? An alien implant? Who knows! Today I’m hoping the sports medicine team can solve the mystery before I start wrapping myself in bubble wrap and giving up entirely.

Also, shoutout to my cats, who apparently trained with Cirque du Soleil last night. While I was trying to enjoy my first full night of sleep in a while, they launched into a 3 a.m. parkour routine. One took a flying leap off the dresser, the other did a stealth attack from under the bed. All this while I clutched my pillow, praying for silence. They’re lucky they’re cute.

So here I am: a walking weather report with joint complaints, caffeine dependency, and a to-do list that’s side-eyeing me. But despite the aches, the chaos, and the lack of feline sleep etiquette, I’m showing up. I’ve got a plan (sort of), a doctor appointment, and just enough hope that maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to stretch without wincing by next week.

And if not? I’ll just write about it angrily—with love.
Stay tuned.

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