It’s late. One-fifty-two am, EDT, in Central Florida.
I feel as though I have to write something, just to practice my craft. I’ve been planning a couple of blogs in my head over the last couple of days.
I got my first COVID vaccine shot last Thursday. I took photos as part of my plan to write about that experience, which was very positive. I’m relieved to be 50% vaccinated.
My current health issues are exhausting. It’s been hard to settle into a writing mode. I’m even forcing this because I need to write. I need to construct sentences and paragraphs.
So, here I am, sitting on the edge of my queen size bed, in my jammies trying to articulate thoughts and feelings.
I have off from work Thursday through Saturday. Three consecutive days off. I really am ready for the respite. My abdomen is ready for the respite. I’m am so hurting right now.
The pain is a lot like the horrible period cramps I used to get. Those always happened on the second day and they were very debilitating. I now suspect I had endometriosis. Those cramps lasted one day. On rare months they lasted two days.
This pain? It feels slightly different in a way I cannot describe. Worse than that is that I have it everyday. I’ve had it everyday since the second week of January. I will get some answers when I see my new doctor, the gynecological oncologist, on April 9th. I’m scared, even though my OBGYN tried to assure me I needn’t be terrified. I still am.
At 3 pm on Thursday I’m getting two years of taxes done at H & R Block. I just don’t have the energy to try and do it correctly by myself. My mind is in too many places at once.
Taxes being done on April Fool’s Day seems appropriate. Having a follow up orthopedic appointment with my doctor who is also a chef on Cinco de Mayo better lead to nachos and margaritas. Hmm, he probably doesn’t have a license to sell food and booze. Dern.
I wrote a list of chores I want to get done over the next few days. I used to be pretty good at planning stuff in my head and mentally checking stuff off. I now need to revert to college days habits of making actual lists of stuff to do. It’s like a syllabus for my current life.
I feel my anti-anxiety pill beginning to work. I going to get to sleep now.
Hopefully, I will get a couple blogs done tomorrow which, I guess, is really today.😴😴😴😴