Think Rocky Horror Picture Show. ♫ Only less musical.
I was looking at my previous entry and realized the date was off by a day. Go figure; when I moved back to poundheadhere.com I installed a fresh copy of WordPress, only forgot to set my time zone. As of my previous entry it was set to Greenwich Mean Time. That’s 7 hours ahead of Arizona time at the moment (8 hours in summer, since we don’t fall prey to Daylight Slaving Savings Time).
This started out a long and meandering post about poored-me health related stuff. I’ll encapsulate: called out from work because it took four tries to turn off the alarm. Lost all feeling in my extremities thanks to pure stupidity: I tried to swap off to an herbal alternative instead of overdosing on OTC. The herbal includes a derivative of pineapple… and I’m apparently as allergic to the derivative as to the whole fruit. After my second attempt to deal with this without taking an unhealthy amount of OTC stuff, I am biting the bullet and asking my doc for prescription pain meds, because I can no longer walk through the building to my desk some days even with a cane or walker.
The health issues are literally backing me into a corner. The universe is determined I will write or nothing at all, it seems. So I have to either 1) win the lottery or 2) find a way to make a living with writing asap – or 3) all of the above.
Despite the innate challenges involved, I choose to see this as positive. I have known for virtually my entire life that I was meant to write. I HAVE done some things with it, just not pursued it to the degree I should.