I’ve got some funky health things going on and I won’t talk to the next doc until Tuesday.
Now, I’m by nature a worrier and I can stress like no one else. Anxiety attacks? Not a problem, I’ve got all flavours.
But man, waiting tires you out, even if you know for pretty certain that it’s something fixable. Because…suppose it isn’t?
So, lots of water… no rockets in my salad… and walk around the building a couple of times when I’m feeling squirrely in the head.
And write. That’s hard to do when your brain’s running into walls. But damn it, I’m going to get this book done!