Apologies in advance if this is ramblier than normal…
Remember on Monday that I mentioned I wasn’t feeling well? Well, on Tuesday I broke down and went to urgent care. (I’m a nurse and I have to be dying to seek medical care, but I was on day four of a sore throat and wanted to make sure it wasn’t strep (it wasn’t) and I’d also started coughing and wanted to make sure that my cold wasn’t heading into bronchitis.)
The doctor assured me that it wasn’t heading into bronchitis; it already was bronchitis and was heading into walking pneumonia.
I called off yesterday and I’m not sure about working today.
I know I should go in because we’re short handed and because I was just out for three weeks with gallbladder surgery, but on the other hand, I don’t know if I can make it through the shift. And all I did all day yesterday was cough and blow my nose. Not qualities I’d want in someone taking care of my loved ones. (And my cold medicine that you can take every six hours gives up about four hours into it.)
Anyhow, I’m now on Amoxicillin, and wishing I could tolerate a Z-pack because that gets rid of it a lot faster. Unfortunately, Z-packs make me double over in pain, which is also not a good quality for a nurse.
So, how miserable am I feeling? I haven’t even thought about editing. Oh, the idea did occasionally cross my mind to pull a chapter from the notebook and start entering changes, but that just seemed like too much work.
I did write a flash fiction piece for Siobhan Muir’s Thursday Threads contest, though. The limit is 250 words. My first draft had 422. I got it cut down to fit but I think it lost a lot in the process. So I guess I still managed to get some editing in.
I should probably write more flash fiction. It’s a good exercise in word economy.
Unfortunately, it usually ends up unleashing a novel-sized plot bunny.