Things aren’t exactly going as planned. I don’t have much of a sense of humor just now so it’s kind of hard for me to make fun of me. You can make fun of me… If you can find a way to make me laugh I’d appreciate it because-
I’m tired of bitching.
To update you-
1. Writing for any extended period of time is on hold until I get this finger fixed - healing time 6-8 weeks then therapy. Yesterday I considered giving it up altogether. By it I mean writing.
2. Why? Because Oscar and I are trying to coordinate surgeries and this past weekend I hurt my right knee. I mean I hurt it real bad. Today I’m spending the day trying not to cry because of the pain and praying the injury won’t require surgery, or if it does, not immediately. Unless I’m in danger of losing the leg Oscar has to come first. Oscar’s surgery has to come before the surgery on my finger regardless because I have to be able to help him and then he will need both legs to help me because I will have zero use of my right hand. And if I need surgery on my leg, zero use of my leg for a while.
3. I’m feeling very discouraged despite a constant reminder that it could always be worse.
In the meantime:
4. J.W. Manus does it again - another Manus Opus: They Just Don’t Get It…
5. Lorca Damon did make me laugh when she asked - Where Are All the REALLY Slutty Girls?
6. Tom Stronach states, without hesitation, that losing one’s wallet is way worse than cancer - What makes you feel worse than being told you’re dying?
7. And last but not least, Penny Watson has released a new and unusual novella, Apples Should Be Red. She discusses the story and its themes over at her blogsite: Pushing the Boundaries in Romance.
If I feel like posting over the next few weeks, I’ll post. (You know I probably will since I can’t seem to shut up.) But I can’t make any promises.
Love ya. Working on keeping le’ chin up. Julia
Sorry you’ve got so much to deal with, sweetie. Sending positive thoughts your way. How about one of those software packs that responds to voice? Dragon?
Ack! Now your knee?
Here’s what you really need right now. A chaise lounge (preferably zebra striped), silk pajamas, a tea cozy and a pool boy. You stay on the chaise, the pool boy runs around like a maniac (be sure he can play basketball). Then with your light and dainty feathered pen, you can write.
Can’t write with a pen, Jaye. No finger movement. Well, I can write but the index finger gets in the way and hurts. It has occurred to me to use Tom’s method - cut it off.
Thanks Sandra. No, no Dragon. Not yet. I refuse to give in.
Oh Ray, thanks. Now you’ve gone and done it, made me cry again.
JULIA! We have to get you out of the vortex of doom! You got sucked into it, and you can’t get out. This is getting ridiculous!
So sorry, and I will call you tomorrow!
Vortex of Doom. Yup Pens. That’s about it. Yeah, it is, it’s absurd.
Dame Barbara Cartland dictated - to a human, I believe.
Can’t you get a high school kid to come around and take dictation - shouldn’t be too expensive - sort of like a babysitter. Or a college kid looking for writing advice from a pro?
Please keep any remaining limbs INSIDE the car on the rollercoaster.
I was just thinking about that, Alicia- not the dictation but my remaining limbs. Protecting them. I guess there are advantages and disadvantages to an active lifestyle. I should follow my mom’s example. She’s healthy, happy and loves being sedentary. My dad is healthy, happy, insanely adventurous and active and keeps injuring stuff. Tsk. Tsk.
For the moment I can type and I’ve been working on my WIP. I’ll know more tomorrow.
Thanks for the advice! Makes me smile!
;P
Hugs Julia. I will be thinking of you and Oscar. Lots of healing thoughts.
Just remember there will be light at the end of the tunnel and it won’t be a train.
We’re all here for you.
Well. Some days you just want to cry. I think a stiff upper lip (or lower chin) is all very well, but crying is therapeutic, too. Then pull up your socks (big girl panties are too hard to manage one-handed!) and give Oscar a hug. Let him hug you back. Sedentary lifestyles have a bad rap, but give it a try. It might grow on you. Blessings, woman! It’s all gonna come together!
Thanks Anny. I think the tears are mostly due to frustration. My dog won’t let me be sedentary!
Thanks, Amber. You are in my thoughts daily.
Just stopped by to say I’m thinking of you. Hugs
Thanks Sandra - thinking of you too!
Roses are red, violets are blue
Jules is in a fickle caused by a pickled finger
Oscar is bumming around on his bum
No knees up mother brown from him
Crutches and splints, and bandages and triage
Who would have thought an MD and RN
Could be so clumsy.
Oh, never mind, cos Roses are Red and Violets are Blue
An y’all know that we Loves you two
xxxx
Oh dear
Thinking of you babe. Get better soon Xx
When it rains it pours. Sounds like you saw a black cat while walking underneath a ladder. However, did you hurt your leg?
Can you hire a starving college student to do your typing for you. If you could find a starving student-nurse-guardian angle of no more injuries combo that would even be better.
Really wish I could do something concrete for you. xoxoxo
Yeah, thanks Roberta and AD. Not much to be done. Hubs and I will hobble around together for a few months.
Well, Tom, love the poem and thanks to re-breaking my finger yesterday I can indeed move it somewhat! So one small improvement. Yay!
So sorry. I hope some healing comes your way soon.
Hope you’re feeling better today.
Thanks Kat and Sandra. Sandra - how are the eyes?