Yes, It Is All My Fault!

Warning: the link that will take you to the classic Simpsons Treehouse of Horror “The Shinning” snippet contains a nine-second loud ad at the beginning. Sorry, it was the best we could find. So turn your volume down and avert your eyes for that first 9 seconds, then enjoy.

No writing all this week of sick. Totally sucks when you’ve been on a roll and REALLY WANT to keep going. Managed to finally get some pages written, and learned two things:

1: It is way, way easier to write when you’re sick if you already have some sketched-out plan or outline or notes or something to work from. Attempting to be viscerally or primally creative when you’re marinating in your own fever-sweat or trying to keep your eyeballs from exploding from your head due to sinus pressure just isn’t as easy as everyone claims it is.

And I still came up with a new story idea to cook in the backbrain for a bit, this week; so “really difficult” doesn’t equal “impossible”, by far.

B: My personal “not enough writing make Reesa something something” point has shortened considerably in recent months. I now start to get antsy and go quietly crazy if I haven’t written in three days. Two, still sane. Four, getting more looney. Five is right out.

Luckily, I wrote on the fourth day, thanks to those lovely notes left by a healthier me with access to more of my creative brainpower than I do. But these are good things to know, the points at which the writing imperative shifts from nagging urge to “do this right now to remain balanced, monkey!” I expect the length of time to shorten, the more writing becomes ingrained as a daily habit. Change happens.

Holy Crapoly I haven ‘t had a fever this bad in some years. Sweat actively dripping, brainroasting 100+F temperatures, brain fog affecting memory retention even worse than normal. The aches and pains started about 2.5 days ago, the fever didn’t start until yesterday evening.

I really can’t take much more getting sick without becoming seriously unhinged. I have an average of 2 physically healthy days before the latest virus, bacteria, or allergy stimuli hits for another round, and emotionally I have had an incredibly rough few months so I’m not getting any time to just replenish my reserves. Running on fumes. When we get the next large checks in, we’re sending me to a doctor and an ENT specialist to find out if we can get me to a higher plateau of default healthiness. In the meantime…sigh.

My guys are being really great taking care of me, and oh! I’m writing this on my new (to me) laptop! So excited about this, gonna be learning all sorts of new stuff in the next several months. (It’s a tablet PC, so I get to learn a different interface. I have high hopes and long term plans for this adventure.)

AND, we put a deposit down on a rental house yesterday! It’ll be our first residence that’s truly all three of ours (now with twice as much space and sanity! no more too many people (two-legged and up) in too small a space.) The coolest part about the new place? Well there are several nice features, but at least for now the finished attic(!)–with a full-sized window, wood floors, and plenty of head-room to walk around (at least for us average-height folk)–takes the prize.

So it’s not all bad. But ye gods above and below, I am frying in my own juices here! Please let this be a short-lived illness and not the 7-14 days a virus usually causes. Wow, I think this entry came out mostly coherent, even!