Writing

Friday Fictioneers #1

Yep, continuing to do this now. Should be fun. I really need the accountability and the practice. There’s just something about having to post at a certain time to keep me…writing? Creating? Freaking out less? Either way, wow, more rusty than entry #0 if possible. And I’ve decided I should make an account just so I can be part of a community – ish. Might offset the perils of social quarantining for the past (and future) months.

Photo Prompt:

© Jan Wayne Fields

Closure

She stares at the hat stand in the small shop. It’s such an obvious tourist trap, with price marked up by at least 200%, yet she is contemplating a purchase. She’s always preferred physical souvenirs to Instagram memories. The handful of black sand from the volcanic beaches of Hawaii lets her relive her honeymoon. A colorful, cheaply made hat from a beachside shack in Samoa marks her first trip alone after a messy, emotional divorce.

She buys one with a neon bright print. It will sit on the shelf next to the black sand. A suitable bookend for that affair.

Life

Why Is My Mental Health So Shit?

Alright, let’s talk about my health. The title of this post couldn’t be anymore obvious, but you know, I’ve never really thought about how frigging true it is until lately. I know people say stuff like ‘oh he worried himself sick’ or ‘they gave themselves an ulcer from all the stress’. And I think, yeah, people’s immune system gets low when they’re stressed so of course that happens. But I never thought too much about it, until it actually happened to me.

Yeah, hindsight and self-discoveries just make me feel ultra stupid. So basically I had a deadline coming. I’m part of a non-official writers’ group – more a support group than anything else “professional”, although on my resume I’m certain I can call it such. Anyways, it’s my turn to submit some chapters from my novel. I volunteered to do it, it would help my work tremendously, but oh my god was it super hard for me to sit down and work on it. Like, right now the chapters I want to submit needs major rewrites, because they’re the beginning chapters and I hadn’t gone back to fix them yet and they don’t match anything else later. Process of writing drafts, completely normal, but holy shit, so much pressure to make things perfect from scratch again! My creative process basically shut down, and I just became this listless blob for a few days, and then I developed that lymph node swelling/throat thing I talked about yesterday, and it’s just all downhill from there. I ended up not going to the monthly meeting at all because I was too tired to read other people’s things to critique, let alone talking to other people (via Zoom but still), and so, here I am today, nothing good written, missed deadline, sick, a bad place.

I’ve always been a bit trepidatious talking about my work. Where I realistic am, instead where I wish I am, stuff like that. I guess the first step of progress is just to be honest with myself. (And being honest in public is a whole different thing, but I think it helps more? Accountability and all that.) I’ll talk about this in detail in another post, because this one is about how my utterly crazy mental blocks basically made me physically ill for two weeks. I called my doctor today and scheduled a tele-health appointment later this week. The symptoms may or may not completely dissipate by then, but at least I can get some round of antibiotics if it it’s still there. Or something – I feel like my body is just completely breaking down right now with infections everywhere. This isn’t me being a hypochondriac; I’m really not in a good place health-wise. At least the doctor could either calm me down and be like, no you don’t have cancer/etc. just stress here’s some anti-inflammatory drugs, or he would actually be concerned and I’ll get it looked it. If it’s something serious early detection is key right? The point is, if my brain didn’t go crazy I probably wouldn’t be in this situation right now, and I don’t know what to do to make myself calm down. Well, I do, and that is finish the novel completely, which means I’ll be calm in like six months, which is not acceptable! Ahem. Right. That’s another post. Sorry the blog is kind of all over the place by now. I’ll keep you updated. Stay safe, everyone!

Life

Apparently Stress and Sickness Go Together

So I got pretty sick last week. Nope, not Covid, and not any cold or flu either. My lymph nodes acted up and my throat swelled, and I was just dog-tired for no discernible reason. I basically slept all day for a good few days, and every time I swallow it was, well, not painful, per se, but uncomfortable. Like my esophagus was dragging a bowling ball with it, and you can hear this weird ‘click’ when it finishes. It started at the top of my throat, and then traveled downwards. I was freaking out thinking it’s cancer or something crazy, until my s.o. calmly told me, no, the chance of it being cancer is astonishingly low. Cancer doesn’t just suddenly pop up and certainly doesn’t get better when you take anti-inflammatory drugs like ibuprofen. You’re just stressed and have some sort of infection. Stop freaking out.

I hope he’s right, but it’s been a full week now and it feels like the swelling has gone down a bit. It has moved to a small area on the lower right side, and the clicking noise isn’t nearly as loud, and there are now some times when I swallow it almost feels normal. So, cancer is unlikely. I am thinking of calling my primary doctor, though. They’re doing telemedicine, I believe, but during this time I really don’t want to have anything to do with hospitals. My s.o. also said maybe you caught a strain of flu that’s prevented by your flu shot, or a cold you had before, so instead of fever/coughing etc. you just have an overactive lymph node. I don’t know. I am thinking I was just super stressed, and the birth control pill I’m taking is not helping things much either. (To regulate my period, so I can prep for the next stage of my IVF.) I’m going to call and make an appointment tomorrow. Maybe at least the doctor can give me some antibiotics or something.

Yeah sorry I’ve been gone for a while again. But guys I’ve been pretty stressed lately, and yes, the quarantine does have something to do with the overall state of things, but I’m pretty sure my stress comes from my work. I’ll talk in detail about that some other time. Maybe tomorrow. Now I’m just going to sign off and take another nap.