All posts tagged sick

  • The Boogeyman

    The first rule of depression, is, well…

    I’m not going to lie. I’m not going to sit here and tell you I’ve had a marvelous past few months. That would be lying. The past few months have been really rough. I’ve battled a life-threatening bacterial infection, had to come to terms with a body that doesn’t always want to cooperate, continue to get sick due to a suppressed immune system from the previously mentioned bacterial infection, and I’ve had to return to my high-stress, low-pay job.

    Looking at that list, I’m ashamed. I feel like I should be coping better than I have been. That shouldn’t be all that it takes to knock me off my even keel. But it was. It did. It has.

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  • Notes from the Sofa

    I managed to rouse up enough decent-feelings to get the novella finished and back to my editor. I finally settled on the point in which to break for novella #2. Which means¬†Three Days of Night is still chugging along, if not slightly behind the schedule I was hoping for. I’m still struggling to come to terms with this whole not-temporary illness aspect and the idea that some days I just really might not be capable to productive writing. Or any writing.

    One thing I have learned is that if I feel up for writing, it doesn’t matter what time it is. That’s what I need to do. Definitely saw 3am this morning, which I haven’t seen in a long time. But I have a solid 700 words to show for it. Not bad since I literally spent the entire day on the couch trying not to pass out with a migraine and general fatigue.

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  • On Changing Expectations and Being Sick

    I went on an incredible trip for a month. And I’d really like to talk about it and share some of those experiences with you. Unfortunately, that is not what I’m posting about today. I’m posting about what happens when things don’t go the way you would hope.

    I’m sick. Like, curled up on the couch, delirious, wanting your mom sick. Which has been me, since basically we got back. Scratch that, I was lucky enough to make it the wedding we came back from Kenya for, but not entirely. We left early, so I could go home, and be sick. Which has been me, for over a week. Not writing, not eating, not being a productive member of anything. Laying on the couch, being delirious, and wanting my mom.

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