It’s been… a week.
I worked Monday, was off Tuesday (and was surprisingly productive).
I was supposed to work on Wednesday but woke up about 7:30 in the morning with a pulse of 165, bilateral jaw pain, and a heavy feeling in my chest. It went away and since I’d only been in bed for about four hours I went back to sleep. (I’ve had these symptoms before so wasn’t too worried.)
So a couple hours later the dogs (who think that I am the only two legged member of the household who can properly open a door) got me up to let them out. I still wasn’t feeling right, but, stubborn person that I am, I ignored it for a while and got ready for work.
But since I was still feeling light-headed and “off” I left early and detoured to the Emergency Room, thinking they’d pat me on the head and tell me I’m fine and come back when it’s actually happening next time.
They plopped my ass into a wheelchair (never mind that I drove myself there, apparently I was now unable to walk) and then into a bed where I was hooked up to an EKG and then a monitor, and then was sent for a chest x-ray.
After much stabbing (blood draw, two tries for an IV), and a CT scan, it was determined that all the cardiac tests were normal, it looks like I’m getting my third round of bronchitis for the year (this is getting really old!), and there were no blood clots in my lungs.
Probably SVT (Supra Ventricular Tachycardia). Not life-threatening, not heart-damaging, so they sent me home with orders to follow up with my primary care physician in three to five days and to not do anything too strenuous.
I came home, changed clothes, and began a serious hunt for my thumb drive that I could have sworn was on my computer hutch.
It also wasn’t downstairs with the stuff I dump from my pockets when I get home from work. (Never ask a nurse what’s in her pockets.)
(This is the thumb drive that has the latest version of edits of Book Five. Losing it would probably make me cry. A lot.)
I had a sickening feeling that it might have fallen into the garbage bag by my computer hutch so I got a second bag and began transferring garbage from one bag to the other.
Ah, the glamorous life of a writer!
I found it, though.
Anyhow, I was still feeling “not right” the next morning so called off again. (My boss said the whole department is falling apart this week.)
Symptoms eased up in the afternoon so, since I don’t consider painting to be an overly strenuous activity, I painted the second side of a lattice board panel and three 1×6 plank (8, 10, and 12 feet).
This morning I cut the grass, got the planks and panel nailed up, and planted a yellow rose bush that’s been on my back porch for a month. Oh, and did laundry.
Writing-wise I haven’t done too much (other than a panicked search through garbage for my thumb drive). I have done some work on pulling notes from the manuscript and pasting them into the outline doc so I can work on the outline for Camp next month. I’ll be saving it onto my rescued thumb drive before I go to work tonight. (I created my project and opened a cabin, too, so other than the outline I’m all ready to go.)
And how was your week?
One response to “The Glamorous Life of a Writer”
(hugs) I’m glad you found it even if it was a frustrating and stinky search. I lost my wedding ring, which I have a horrible feeling went out to the trash, even though I don’t see how that’s possible. Maybe it dumped me because I wasn’t Dark Lord enough for it. (rueful grin) Yes, my wedding ring was the One Ring. My husband and I had matching One Rings. (another rueful grin) Breaks my heart that I lost it.