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[mmerriam]

I've managed little work this week, some notes and a small amount of words (650) on Move Along Home, plus around 1000 words on Stopping By which is almost done, just two more scenes to write.

I haven't managed much work because I've been having migraines, which is a new development for me. Add to the irregular sleep, and I'm feeling like a mess. I know, I know, I should go to a doctor, but I tend to be one those males. You know, the kind that won't go see a medical professional for anything short of broken bones and bleeding wounds.

I have an appointment with the ophthalmologist in a couple of weeks. After that, I promise to go get my regular check up. I really do.

Part of my problem is that I can't seem to stop worrying about stuff. I'm worried about my son and his expected child. I worry about my mother, who's in poor health and refuses to do anything about it (see a pattern?) I worry about affording a car to replace the old grey Mazda careswen has been driving. I worry about the fact careswen's job is stressing her out. I worry about the baggage retrieval system at Heathrow.

Sigh.

This post sucks. I worry about sounding like a whiney brat.

I'll shut up now.

M

Comments

[greykev.livejournal.com]

Pain & uncertainty aren't fun, and a little whining can be cathartic. Hope you feel better soon.

Kevin

[pezwitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, you've got the queen of migraines at your disposal if you need to try to figure out how/why they're happening (and if you need drugs to experiment with, mwohahaha) and how to deal with them.