Wynderlon

I’m really frustrated right now. I have 2-3 chapters of “Tayce” left and then the book is DONE. Finished. Well, all except editing, but still, the hardest part (writing the damn thing) is over. I could belt those chapters out in a DAY if I was given the unadulterated time to do so — unfortunately, lately life has different plans for me. Specifically, this week has just SUCKED so far, which is horrible since tomorrow is my birthday and I’m having a tough time getting into the celebratory mood.

I am wound tighter than a spring. These past few days, I’ve woken up with a stiff back and headaches, dead tired because I’ve been having a hard time getting to sleep in the first place. It seems every day this week, starting with Sunday, I get one stressful, drama-filled, no-holds-barred, sucker-punch-and-then-laugh-in-your-face moment after another. Bad news here, worse news there; someone then inevitably wants to talk about the bad news they’ve just given me while I’m still reeling and trying to adjust my life accordingly. Worst (or maybe funniest?) thing about it is that every time someone’s given me stressful/bad news this week, it’s always ended with, “Sorry about this, I mean, your birthday is this week and I know I shouldn’t've said anything, but I felt you should know” — or something like that. Another popular one is, “Don’t worry, we’ll work something out. This doesn’t have to be bad.”

Right, like being stabbed in the gut doesn’t mean you have to die. Ugh, and that’s my ultra drama statement for the week. The point is all I want to do is write the final battle scene in Tayce, finish the book, and open some bubbly champagne to celebrate.

But I can’t. I can’t even concentrate on one task; I keep jumping around nervously from one thing to another without really finishing anything. I’ll be glad when I get to the gym today, work off some of this nervous energy in the pool.

By the looks of it, “Tayce” is going to be a couple thousand words over 150k when it’s done. *wince*

I think I’m coming down with a cold. My throat feels like hamburger, but what’s worse is my ear aches too. I have to be careful that I don’t get an ear infection (I’m prone to those). I’m such a wimp when it comes to sore throats. Give me stuffy noses and wet/dry coughs any day, but sore throats and I’m done.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a sack of wet oatmeal. I’m going back to bed after taking some Advils. See you in two hours.

I went to the doctor today for a consultation and while there, I said, “You know, I got this really odd call…something about lab work? I was wondering if it was from here?”

My doctor looks at her chart and says, “Oh yes…we never got your lab work results back. We did schedule an appointment to do the lab work, I see.”

“We did the lab work,” I said. I remember, I had to wait 2 hours despite having a 9:00 AM appointment just for the privilege of being poked, prodded, and generally made uncomfortable.

“Well, when this happens, we don’t know if we’ve lost the lab work or if it’s been lost at the lab’s end of things. We can do it again now or schedule an appointment for a future date?”

I felt like asking if they lost lab work often (after all, that whole statement “when this happens…” doesn’t fill a person with confidence). Instead, I sighed and said, “How long will I have to wait if I do it today?” I really didn’t want to sit in the waiting room for 2 hours again.

After assuring me that it would only be a 10 minute wait, I was led into an examining room. 20 minutes later, I went through the uncomfortable process again and left. I’ve been feeling really tired all day…I actually fell asleep on the sofa and woke up an hour later, realizing I had to pick up John and that I was horribly late.

Think I’ll go to bed early. I even have a library book I need to finish.