Sometimes you get those weeks where nothing is getting done, don’t you? Yesterday it was a trip to the ER to make sure the chest pains weren’t serious (they weren’t – they seem to be acid reflux, amen). My man came from work to sit with me and showed about the same level of concern I did when, after being stuck by a needle, I went through the familiar routine of nearly passing out. The blood pressure dropped and the doctor was the only one in the room who was concerned. We both knew. Been there when the blood mobile folks have to apply ice to my neck and smelling salts to my nose.
Today it’s a different doctor. Question: Can you have a sinus infection for a year? Answer: Yes. Yes you can. I’m now on to a specialist. I’m suspecting allergy-related because the two weeks in Scotland were symptom-free. Two days stateside and I was in misery again. Just thinkin’.
I have deadlines. Mind you, all but two are self-induced ones, but I have them nonetheless. This week is a mulligan for me, and it’s only Tuesday. Once I get back this morning (hopefully this morning), I’ll work my tail off to get ahead a little. Then let the week fall apart – I’ll be ready! Or not ready. Either way.
I know Friday’s taken up – I’ve been arranging my work so that I have those days off when I can. Having that extra day has made a huge difference in my psyche. I’m meeting a writer friend for lunch.
When you get distracted, when you feel like it’s two steps forward and four back, how do you get through it?