Life Viewed Through an Amber Focus

Although it's still somewhat swollen, my eye is a bit better today. I didn't trust myself to drive on the freeway, just because I feared it would slow my reflexes or screw with my depth perception and I didn't want that happening at 60 mph. City driving was okay, though. And I could read a bit. More importantly I could play Facebook games write.

I worked on You're What? today. I've totally revamped the first 1000 words (i.e. did a rewrite) of what I had in the rough draft and I think it works better now. I suppose that is what rough drafts are for, to be rewritten. I am hopeful I will get it finished up tomorrow. It's going to be weird to be completely done with it. I imagine it will feel much like it did when I finished Wolf Moon or A Sky Without Zeppelins. It's already longer than Hunger Moon and will probably end up as long as Wolf Moon. Nothing I write will probably ever be as long as Zeppelins though (which probably should have been broken into two stories but at the time I didn't want to split it. Isn't retrospect awesome?). Well, no, I shouldn't say that as Leap of Faith might approach it in length. Possibly. If I ever get going on it again. I can't believe I've been working on YW? for over 4 years, though. It'll be like saying good-bye to an old friend.

Hopefully I can get my comments answered tomorrow now that I can see better.

*sighs* I am still so exhausted. My left ear still will not pop. My nose may as well be a faucet stuck in the on position. My low grade fever comes and goes, but is sitting around 99, nowhere near last week's 101. My cough is better. It's way up in my throat now, not in the bronchials at all. I can cook things that don't just come out of a can again, though admittedly the tacos I made tonight for dinner were done in the microwave instead of on the stove top. But still...it wasn't chili from a can that I put in a tortilla and pretended was tacos, so go me.

I stepped on a construction staple tonight. Oh, I howled. It punctured my heel, but it did not really bleed. I mean, I can see where it is that it happened, but it is like this tiny red spot. I will call the doctor tomorrow to get in for a tetanus shot. It's been 12.5 years anyway, so I'm due a booster. Will ask him for more antibiotics because I have not beat this illness yet and I don't want a relapse.

I tried to write today, but really all I wanted to do was play Facebook and try to nap. I did not succeed at the latter and spent far too much time playing Cafe World on the former. I started reading The Omnivore's Dilemma. It doesn't really present any new information that I didn't already know and I am finding it awfully repetitive. It's more on the babyfood level when you're already used to eating steak. Or something.

I had to sit through tae kwon do tonight. I think that place is seriously damaging my hearing. They are so loud in there. And the benches are so hard I always feel like a stiff old lady when it's time to get up and leave.

I will try to write again tomorrow. Oh, I won challenge 96 at then_theres_us for the fic Ten Seconds. I've never won a challenge there so I was squeeing a little bit when I found out. Of course I forgot to vote myself. I really want my brain back.

Where has my muse gone?  If you see it (or any of them) could you please point it, he/she, them back in my general direction please.  Right now I could give a rat's patootie about writing fanfic and that sucks, because I like writing fanfic.  I am composing opening sentences in my head and then instead of writing them down I am procrastinating



( Grumbling )

Dear LJ--

If you could please refrain from logging me out every 2 minutes (or less) I would seriously appreciate it.

No love,

Me


Dear Facebook--

It would be nice if your games would stop crashing every 2 seconds, so I could, you know, actually play them.

No love,

Me


Dear SA--

See my note to LJ.

No love,

Me


Dear F-list--

You are still fantastic.  Keep me in your thoughts and prayers tomorrow as I head down to VM and back to get this last tube out and that my mother doesn't kill us in Seattle or Everett rush hour traffic.

All my love,

Me

My mother tired to kill us no less than three times on the drive home from Seattle.  That Everett corridor is NASTY during rush hour.  One time we seriously only stopped within six feet of the car ahead of us and I'm pretty sure she wore off an entire year's worth of tire tread.  The drive down was uneventful.  I still have not been given the okay to drive.  Apparently almost fainting twice during one of the radiology procedures was a big no no.  Actually, they made me use a wheelchair when I was in the hospital.  We got there a bit early so went to eat in the cafeteria (I managed 1/3 of a turkey and havarti with mustard on whole wheat sandwich and a drink) and as we were coming out, I guess I lost all the color in my face and was hugging the wall, because a nurse saw me and told me not to move and she was getting me a wheelchair right then.  *sighs*  I guess I'm not up for a marathon yet, but I had no idea I was that bad.  It is a long way between the cafeteria and registration, but still.

( A Little TMI )

Well, it's been a long week what with Tobias recovering from having his tonsils and aednoids out.  But yesterday he didn't take any painkiller until bedtime, and that was more my idea than his.  He's eating almost normally again.  Poor boy lost five pounds.  Fortunately he had it to lose.  He goes back to school tomorrow.  It is early release so he will get out at one, which is probably a good thing, giving him a half day on his first day back after surgery.  Of course this means Rose is out at 10:30, but she will hopefully go to a friend's house after school tomorrow as I have physical therapy from 12 to 1:30.  Which means Mom will have to pick up T but she agreed to do that.

Ever since I had the flu I've had this persistant cough that wouldn't go away so finally on Thursday I went to the Doctor just to make sure that it wasn't pnuemonia.  It was bronchitis/sinusitus.  AGAIN.  But at least it wasn't pneumonia.  So I'm on antibiotics since then and already feeling a ton better.  Though the tiredness is really hanging on.  I've been getting plenty of sleep, too.  That tends to happen when your early bird child is too drugged out to be awake much.  So I don't know why the tiredness.  I'm off caffeine but I was very tempted to go back on this week.

I'm hard at work on chapter 30 of Leap of Faith and yes, this chapter will have John in it.  Apparently you guys missed him a lot with his absence from chapter 29 due to plot.  Not sure when I'll be done.  I was hoping by tonight, but I keep getting distracted.  Facebook has this new game called Zombie Lane and you wouldn't believe how satisfying it is to whack zombies over the head with a shovel.  Just saying.  Good stress reducer.

After seven days of the stomach virus from hell, I promptly went straight into bronchitis.  Well, it's possible I had it at the same time.  I went to the doctor on Friday and got antibiotics and cough syrup with codeine (which I usually cannot abide because it upsets my stomach) which I really needed.  I am doing a little better after 48 hours on meds, but all I do is sleep.  I slept thirteen hours straight the other night and came close to that again last night.  I cannot wait for spring.  I am so sick of being sick.

I haven't done any writing because of this.  I just can't concentrate.  I have been playing a lot on FB, blast them and their mind-addicting games.  Well, one new game, Cityville. Anywho, been doing that and haven't even been reading fanfic much at all because I can't focus.  Chris is watching Big Bang Theory for the first time so I've been watching over his shoulder a bit.  It's still funny the second time around.  And watching Reba from Netflix, just because.  Otherwise, nothing.

It has been such a trying weekend.  The second funeral today was lovely, short and sweet.  Which was a Godsend considering it was 95 degrees outside.  Duane's cemetery plot was under the shade of a gorgeous, huge old maple tree, so thank heavens it was in the shade.  I was one of the few people who got a chair, seeing as I still have pneumonia and shouldn't even be up out of bed.  Felt like I was going to faint a couple of times.  I want this illness to be over.  Pneumonia twice in one year is two times too many, even if it is only the walking kind this time.  Makes me think I can do more than I can.

I came home after the funeral and the kids and Chris went to the reception.  I finally talked Chris into getting an air conditioner for the house yesterday.  It's making a huge difference, but it's still hot in all the bedrooms.  I think we need one small one in the master bedroom and then one in one of the other three bedrooms.  I am moving the air through the house with turbo fans, but it's not enough.

I'm not writing right now.  I'm just taking some time off for a few days to try to really sleep and heal.  The kids go to my mother's tomorrow for four days and I think it is much needed for everyone.  They are driving me and Chris insane and I think we are pretty much returning the favor.  I have to be careful not to try to do too much while they are gone.  I will want to, because there is so much to do around here that is easier to do kidless.  And I know me.  I'll try to do it.

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent condolences on the deaths of my aunt and grandfather-in-law.  They are greatly appreciated.  I don't have the energy to answer them individually, but know that I am very grateful for all your kindnesses.

Off now to waste time in bed on Facebook.  The evil of which I finally caved into last week to keep in touch with family over funeral arrangements.  And now I have two farms, a restaurant, and a pirate ship.  Facebook is an evil timewaster, but the games are fun.