So much has happened in only a week.
I am irritated, frustated and some other –tateds. I’ve been having some trouble with my dominant hand for a while. Swelling, numbness and other bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Friday, I woke up and it was swollen and felt like I had fire ants under my skin. I went to urgent care and was like… ‘I think I have shitty arthritis.’ They came back to me and were like, ‘No, you are wrong.’ They couldn’t tell me more than that but put a rush appointment in for me with my GP, who saw me first thing Monday morning.
I was like… ‘You sure this ain’t arthritis?’ And she was like, ‘No, you have De Quervain tenosynovitis and carpal tunnel.’ At which time I looked her in the eye and said, ‘I don’t have time for that.’ She laughed and laughed and gave me steroids, wrist braces and a follow-up appointment for 6 weeks. Because this bullshit, bullshit, bullshit has all the time in the world for me.
I had to take 4 days off of writing while I was ‘giving it a break’ and waiting for the brace. So I’m super far behind, and I now have to start writing about 4k words a day to meet the deadline for the 2nd draft.
Which… I leave tomorrow for 4 days in Las Vegas. Writing won’t be my priority. Food will be. I don’t gamble–or have adult fun. But hockey, I do. And the Hunger Games exhibit. Ah huh!
But back to writing this book. I have it in the bag… or bag adjacent.
Here’s your typo of the week.