So, remember how last week I wrote about my big pet peeve of head injuries in media? Well, it looks like I must have ticked off the head injury gods, resulting in one of the worst weeks I’ve ever had.
When I wrote last week’s post, I said I’d just come out of a five-day-long migraine, but it turned out I was just in a reprieve. It ended up being nine days of pain at or above 7/10 on the pain scale, that only ended when my neurologist put me on a course of steroids (which have dulled the pain down to a 2-5, and are currently tearing up my guts, but hey, at least I can see straight again.)
How bad did the pain get? Well, by Day 9 it was so bad, just walking around shook my brain so much it brought me to tears. Fun times.
To make matters worse, Boy #2 decided to copy his twin and run headfirst into the gym wall on Friday, earning us a late-night trip to the ER for a concussion of his very own. (He’ll be okay, but we had a quiet weekend of no screen time, and he’s in for a week of no recess or gym class at school.)
Needless to say, I haven’t been getting much work done.
My focus has been scattered, to say the least, making it tricky to edit my MG up for critique. Instead, I’ve just been saving all the crits in a file to look at later, hoping they’ll make more sense to my brain when it’s not pulsing with a migraine.
I’ve also started plotting out a new YA Contemporary, a fairy tale re-telling, that’s pretty slow-going. I’d love to start writing it soon, but worst-case I might make it a NaNo project this year. (“Worst case.” Did I just tempt fate/jinx myself again? Probably. Sigh. When will I learn?)
Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for Bri to read my other YA Contemporary, to see if it’s ready to go on sub, so keep your fingers crossed I’ll have some news on that soon.
It’s pretty disheartening to have accomplished so little now that I’m officially back on Almost-Full-Time writer duty, but that’s life with chronic illness/injury (not to mention kids). All I can really do is keep plugging away in the small amounts that my head allows, in a slow-and-steady kind of way and hope to eventually hit the finish line.
And maybe also hope that my neurologist can find something that takes my pain away.
(By the way, did I mention that because of the stomach meds I have to take with the steroids, I’m going through everything this week without coffee, chocolate, alcohol, fried, or greasy food? Talk about pushing me to my limits. Whatever gods I offended are super vindictive, let me tell you.)
Anyway, I hope you all are having more productive weeks than I am. Hopefully next week’s blog post will be more cheerful.