I'm fighting off something, not so successfully, it seems. I awoke this morning sounding like I had laryngitis. It's got to be the Spring allergies acting up again. I managed okay at work today, but soon after I arrived home, back came the sore throat, the headache and sore neck. Since it's a little too late for 'flu season and I felt okay while I was out, I figure its the same mystery ailment that has plagued me every May and June since I moved to this part of town.
I'm rarely ill, so this is particularly vexing to me. Last year I even started wheezing as though I had developed asthma. I have an inhaler, but I have to use it sparingly as it has in the past given me a heart rate of close to 140 if I'm stressed out, which frequently happens.
I decided to forgo the neighborhood watch meeting and take care of my emails. I also have to go over the new chapter I wrote last night, after most of my patients cancelled or refused to see me at all this week. I figured, seize the moment and booted up. I'm having to rewrite and create from scratch entire chapters of ROSE TATTOO. I feel like some of my work is slapping a bandaid on a gaping wound, but we'll see what the critique group makes of it at the next meeting. That old adage about opening a vein is particularly poignant tonight. I'd better just check over what I wrote yesterday, because feeling like I do now, creativity isn't going to be my strongest asset this evening. This blog reflects the wandering nature of my attention. The discomfort is heading up my neck and into my ears. Enough said. I'm checking out.
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