I Feel Miserable - Here's Why
I keep trying to write and post regularly and keep failing pretty miserably. That last word is the reason for the failure: I feel miserable. It's nothing serious; just day-to-day stuff that's getting me down.
About a week before Thanksgiving, I reached over to the passenger seat of my car and picked up my laptop . . . and pulled a muscle in my arm (I thought). Usually, after a couple of days, the pain goes away. I finally gave up just before Christmas and went to the doctor's. After an MRI, I discovered that I have tendinitis in my right shoulder, so now I have to do the anti-inflammatories & physical therapy and IT STILL HURTS! (Of course, I just noticed the expiration date on my acetaminophen: 08/07. Probably not helping any.)
About the same time, I would up with an ingrown toenail on the big toe of my right foot. Which I kept waiting to get better (because they usually do). I finally went to the doctor (I hate going to the doctor unless I'm actually sick. It feels like a cop-out to go for pain relief.) who yelled at me (I'm a diabetic and need to be more careful of my feet) and sent me to a podiatrist. Who fixed it in about half an hour WITHOUT PAIN. (I'm still impressed with that considering what he had to do to fix it.)
Then, the first week of December, I was driving my son home from his Asperger's group. I'd been tired and swerved off the road. Fortunately, it was on a town street, so I wasn't going very fast. The only thing hurt was my 8-year-old Saturn, which was totalled. (Thank God Max wasn't hurt; I don't think I'd ever forgive myself.) So, we've had to go and get a new car, which we really weren't planning on.
And I suffer from depression. Always.
The end result is that I'm doing drive-by posting these days, very few reviews or posts to other people, and I'm sucking at returning emails. And, of course, I'm feeling lonely because I'm not reaching out to anybody because I feel like crap. And round and round and round.
I've got a great idea for a long(ish?) story, or maybe a series of stories, but I don't have the energy or mental focus to write it. (Although I'm going to consider posting the prologue/teaser to see if anyone's interested.)
Don't get me wrong: I have a good life and I know it. My husband did well on "billability" (working too many hours), so we're going on a cruise next month. We're planning a road trip for Max's spring break and a cruise for our 25th anniversary in August. We both have good jobs, a lovely house and a healthy family. I know I'm lucky in the life sweepstakes.
On a happier note, Max got his cousin into Doctor Who over Thanksgiving, so we gave him the season 5 DVDs (since Max introduced him to Doctor 11) for Christmas. He proceeded to get my sister hooked, so now I can talk to someone in my family about Doctor Who! Which is pretty darn cool. (Now I have to see which of my stories she'd enjoy/understand.)
tl:dr: I'm around even if I'm not making any noise.
About a week before Thanksgiving, I reached over to the passenger seat of my car and picked up my laptop . . . and pulled a muscle in my arm (I thought). Usually, after a couple of days, the pain goes away. I finally gave up just before Christmas and went to the doctor's. After an MRI, I discovered that I have tendinitis in my right shoulder, so now I have to do the anti-inflammatories & physical therapy and IT STILL HURTS! (Of course, I just noticed the expiration date on my acetaminophen: 08/07. Probably not helping any.)
About the same time, I would up with an ingrown toenail on the big toe of my right foot. Which I kept waiting to get better (because they usually do). I finally went to the doctor (I hate going to the doctor unless I'm actually sick. It feels like a cop-out to go for pain relief.) who yelled at me (I'm a diabetic and need to be more careful of my feet) and sent me to a podiatrist. Who fixed it in about half an hour WITHOUT PAIN. (I'm still impressed with that considering what he had to do to fix it.)
Then, the first week of December, I was driving my son home from his Asperger's group. I'd been tired and swerved off the road. Fortunately, it was on a town street, so I wasn't going very fast. The only thing hurt was my 8-year-old Saturn, which was totalled. (Thank God Max wasn't hurt; I don't think I'd ever forgive myself.) So, we've had to go and get a new car, which we really weren't planning on.
And I suffer from depression. Always.
The end result is that I'm doing drive-by posting these days, very few reviews or posts to other people, and I'm sucking at returning emails. And, of course, I'm feeling lonely because I'm not reaching out to anybody because I feel like crap. And round and round and round.
I've got a great idea for a long(ish?) story, or maybe a series of stories, but I don't have the energy or mental focus to write it. (Although I'm going to consider posting the prologue/teaser to see if anyone's interested.)
Don't get me wrong: I have a good life and I know it. My husband did well on "billability" (working too many hours), so we're going on a cruise next month. We're planning a road trip for Max's spring break and a cruise for our 25th anniversary in August. We both have good jobs, a lovely house and a healthy family. I know I'm lucky in the life sweepstakes.
On a happier note, Max got his cousin into Doctor Who over Thanksgiving, so we gave him the season 5 DVDs (since Max introduced him to Doctor 11) for Christmas. He proceeded to get my sister hooked, so now I can talk to someone in my family about Doctor Who! Which is pretty darn cool. (Now I have to see which of my stories she'd enjoy/understand.)
tl:dr: I'm around even if I'm not making any noise.