Yeah. Well, just ignore the second part of my blog title. I’m in a rare mood today. It’s gloomy outside in Florida. I’ve been battling excessive fatigue. Sir Poops’ tummy troubles are back. Yaddi-yadda-yadda…. ***rolling my eyes***
There are several things I wanted to say today. Like ‘THANK YOU’ to Janet Koops, over at Postcard Fiction. She gave me the Kreative Blogger Award, however, I’ve not been able to go and retrieve it. ****shrugs*** The address won’t let me in. Anyway, Janet restarted her blogging again but this time by posting postcards and using them as prompts. She writes poetry, short-short stories, and flash fiction pieces.
And my second thing to talk about is the strange dream I had last night. My editor-for-hire planned my wedding with my character, Lila’s true love, Julio-these two are characters in my novel, Secondhand Shoes. ***scratching my head*** The editor-for-hire boiled plain ole white rice, Jasmine rice, Basmati rice, and brown rice for the wedding. She tied them up in pretty little sachet things. ***scratching me a big bald spot*** Julio and I were bombarded after our nuptials with soggy rice. Weird. I know but I swear the only thing I had before bed was about half a pot of chamomile tea so I could sleep. Wonder what else could have been in those flowers? Hmmm….
And thirdly, fatigue. Yes. I want to talk fatigue. In 2001, I was working on my undergraduate and taking the class for my LSAT-the test that can make or break you getting into law school. Halfway through this adventure, my hair, brows, and lashes started to fall out, then my nails became paper thin. Black floaters appeared in my vision daily. All my lymph nodes swelled. Dementia became a problem, too. There were times I couldn’t remember how to get to work or what things were called. It became a big problem when writing my papers for school. Every six to eight weeks, I ended up in the doctors office with flu-like symptoms. This went on for almost two years before the doctor diagnosed me with mono.
After that diagnosis, more things went wrong. Haishimotos disease-where your body attacks its own thyroid. Bells Palsy. Chronic fatigue. Chronic sinusitis. Chronic ear infections. New allergies surfacing sometimes on a weekly basis-drinking alcohol put me in the ICU for four days. To this day I can’t even walk across my carpet or carry a plastic grocery bag without breaking out into welts. Even my job as a stylist, makes me sick at times. I don’t dare touch hair color nor can I wear latex gloves. Everything has to be special. I also carry an Epi-pen and liquid Benadryl where ever I go for fear I could come in contact with something that could take my life.
Last Tuesday, I felt like the life had been sucked out of me. And that vampire is still sucking at me.
Every few months I get like this. My brain gets foggy leaving me unable to think. Picking up a pen or tapping at the keyboards is a challenge when the fatigue comes for a visit. But it really pisses me off too. Because years ago, I was told by the doctors that I couldn’t both work full time and go to school. I had to choose one over the other. I chose to eat and feed my daughters. I didn’t get to finish one of my goals.
And now, I’m almost to the finish line with Secondhand Shoes. The beta-readers are reading. I’m making my revisions before it goes to the editor-for-hire and my body is fighting me. WTF?!!!! I’m almost there for crying out loud. ****grrrrrr***
Sometimes I wonder about stuff like this, you know some people make it and some don’t. Maybe a lot of people were never quitters. Maybe something they had no control over stopped them in their tracks from fulfilling their dreams, their goals.
No. I’m not throwing in the towel. Not on this. I’ll just have to pace myself better. That’s all. I know I haven’t been on Facebook much and other sites. Sorry guys. It has to do with my energy levels. I’ve even limited how many blogs I visit a day. I try to be fair by logging in at different times during the week so I can visit all one-hundred- forty-nine bloggers I follow but I know I’m not getting to everyone. Sorry again, guys.
Okay. I’m done ranting. How is everyone else fairing toward their finish lines?
Later in the ink all,
Shelly
