I swear that I had every intention of getting this blogging thing down, but it seems I’m not very good at it. I think part of it is because I don’t have THAT much going on other than managing to write a little each day. Frankly, that’s an accomplishment within itself.
Since my last non-writing post, I’ve gone back to the doctor because I thought I had a pinched nerve. Turns out, all the pain and muscle spasms I’ve had for years is likely fibromyalgia. My mother has been trying to tell me for years, but I just figured it was the product of working in warehouses. Guess what, guys? It’s not normal for someone in their twenties to have full-body muscle spasms all the time. Whoddathunkit?
The doctor put me on steroids and muscle relaxers, which have helped tremendously. I did miss a dose last night, though. Let’s just say I did not wake up on the right side of the bed this morning. Still, I’m grateful for them.
As far the depression goes, it’s gotten a little better, but there’s a reason mood stabilizers are prescribed alongside an anti-depressant for Bipolar patients. I still haven’t set up an appointment with a psychiatrist, but that’s mostly due to time constraints than anything else. At least I’m not spiraling.
Job-wise, I haven’t found one yet. There are some promising leads (including a bookstore, which I would LOVE), so hopefully, I can replace my laptop soon. And if not, well, I guess I can try to make a go of writing for money. Not sure how I’d do that without a degree, but it can’t hurt. If anyone has some tips on that front, please share.
Last but not least, writing. I am trying to participate in daily challenges on Twitter. Some days are better than others. I haven’t made much progress on any of my WIPs, but that’s mostly due to my being terrified my laptop will self-destruct.
Here’s to better days.