Friday, July 28, 2006
Whine
I want to write. Words and stories are welling up inside me, but there's just no opportunity to set them down right now and I'm extremely frustrated.
Dennis is in Chicago for four days attending his grandmother's memorial service and catching up with cousins he hasn't seen in years. I'm on my own with the girls.
I have a kidney stone the size of New Hampshire that is making me feel incredibly awful. I can't really take my painkillers because they make me loopy and there's no one else here to watch Emma and Kate.
Kate is in this phase where she cries at the drop of a hat, for nothing that anyone else would even think about crying over: because there are two tiny sparkly pink pieces of glitter on her stepstool, because the stuffed animal she wants is 8 inches away at the foot of the bed, because her book isn't in the right stack on the shelf.
I've gotten a dozen rejections since getting home from vacation. My writing stinks (I know this is not true, but it feels that way at this particular moment).
I'm grouchy from the incessant pain and can't even stand myself. Poor Emma and Kate are stuck with me.
I miss my parents and being on vacation. I miss Dennis. I miss feeling like a normal human being (did I mention the stone?).
And yes, I would love some cheese to go with my whine...
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6 comments:
awww ... sounds like you could do with a few days in bed with a couple of good (or trashy *L*) books, lemonade or tea - oh, and cheese! sorry to hear about the stone (your description reminded me of what i often say about terrible headaches - that my head "feels the size of a small european country" *G*), and the daughter being a bit ... suoxqoi (as the word verification puts it; must be a french term). your writing certainly does not suck. never pleasant to get rejections, but i guess they are part of the process ... sigh.
take care,
m
Thanks for reading my rant, Michi! I just have to hang on about 14 more hours and Dennis will be home. If he was here now, I'd be beating a path to the ER for some REAL painkillers. Ugh!
Awwww! I feel so bad about your pain. I'm glad your husband will be home soon. My husband has been gone for two weeks today, and will be gone another two. I miss him a lot, but my kids are a bit older, which helps, (Alp is at his mom's!) and I am not, thank goodness, in pain.
Take care...hang in there!
(and you are an EXCELLENT writer...keep your chin up!)-lauren
living with incessant pain is exhausting (always knawing at our energy levels)and taking care of children while in pain is SO exhausting ... please be well soon ... and never quit writing.
Hang in there. Your writign sings. Only a matter of time before another flood of publications.
Lauren - Wow! I can't imagine Dennis being gone for four whole weeks. I think I'd go nuts. Thanks for the kind words!
Becca - It IS exhausting, both physically and mentally. Luckily the painkillers are helping now that Dennis is home and I can take them. And I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow, so maybe she'll be able to do even more for me. Thanks for the encouragement!
Matt - Thank you!! Coming from the 'world's greatest writer', that means a lot. And you are apparently prophetic, as I have good news on the publication front to share tomorrow.
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