It took a while for me to overcome the hospital stay and recent illness. This past Monday The Husband and I headed North to Lexington for my primary care physician’s appointment due after a hospital or ER visit.
The Sunday before, the weather was windy but a solid 67°F. Monday: It was 38°F! Did my body like it? No. The heater in our van worked sometimes. Did my body handle the trip well? No.
The doctor visit itself went OK. Medications renewed. She doesn’t want to see me for another six months unless there are problems, of course. After the doctor’s visit, The Husband and I met up with our priest and his wife, and Cheyenne.
I had no intention of talking about the problems we’ve had here. The moment Matina sat down I was unburdening myself. It was so intense it was all I could do to keep from balling like a baby. I still feel a little ashamed for how I simply couldn’t hold the words in.
After lunch with everyone, we headed South, toward home. It was a torturous ride. By the time we made it home, I was shaking from head to toe in horrible pain. It was so bad I couldn’t let the dogs greet me as normal by getting up into my lap because my legs were hurting so badly. The Husband actually needed to be a blocker, which doesn’t happen often.
Thankfully, I haven’t needed to go anywhere this week and finally have the pain down to where it is manageable. The soreness is still present in a few places, but it is better.
In other news, Sleeper was on a good roll and the illness and hospital stay brought it to a screeching halt. Still, I am beyond pleased to know Chapter 9 is almost finished in the first draft. Since it is all handwritten, I have to take more breaks to keep my hand from cramping. There is even more respect now for the pre-typewriter era authors, because handwriting an entire novel takes a different type of determination, and, for me, it brings out a far more peaceful feeling of genuine success with what’s been done so far.
How is everyone out there in the blogosphere this week?