I've had better days

There are times when life seems unable to resist the temptation to rise up and bite you. There I am, wobbling into freelance life, thinking I might just about be able to make enough money to pay the rent, and wham—

My blood test results come back, and I’ve got Graves disease again. I am the one person in fifty who gets a recurrence. Not odds you’d bet on. Or maybe you would.

I wouldn’t.

So, it’s back to the rounds of GP, specialist, treatment and lifelong medication. I know it’s just chance, but it still feels like punishment. I’d forgotten that bewildered feeling after the diagnosis, where you forget for a while, and life is ordinary, and then you remember and it feels like a dream but it wasn’t. It’s real.

And on the great scale of pathology, it’s not much to complain about.

And in a few weeks it will have sunk in, and it will be part of me, just another thing that I deal with. But just now it isn’t, and there’s nothing I can do but wait.

must try harder

Well, the day job is gone at last, and i've hurled myself out into the world of freelancing. This should in theory, give me a lot more time to write. At the moment it seems to be giving me a lot more time than I anticipated. fingers crossed that that's only first night nerves, but at least the freezer's full.

And it has helped the writing, currently at cruising altitude of 4000 words per day (wpd), and the story is growing in the way a good dtory does, with characters taking their lives into their own hands, and me just being the scribe. suddenly my life is full of people, and i don't even have to leave the house (saves on petrol and booze).

but I must blog a bit more. it'll give me something to look back on when I'm published, and want to reminisce about life as a struggling writer.

heeheehee