I Used to Be a Writer—Then I Got Sick | Literary Hub ** editorial/shared

Though I was not a writer, I mourn who I was. Bad day today. Thank you, mom, for sending me this article, it helped balance me this morning. 

Two excerpts:

I have not yet learned anything except that I don’t want this, but also that I am this—I am illness just as much as woman, wife, friend, daughter, guardian of two mutts. And because, right now, I am illness—because I have not, as other people promise I will, learned to have a malady rather than be one—it is all I can manage to write about. I am a body in every moment, and my body is all I can think about….

Pain makes us absolutely self-centered, not in the malignant way of a narcissist, but in the inevitable way of an infant. Pain refuses to allow us to forget our bodies or to amputate them from our selves. Pain’s shrill cry will rise up, louder and louder, if we try to shut it out. Now, I often marvel that anyone is alive at all. There are so many things that can go wrong.”

Please read the full essay:  http://lithub.com/i-used-to-be-a-writer-then-i-got-sick/

Help Leigh pay her medical bills, Lyme caring

I’m going to attempt to share my YouCaring.com update here…

If everyone who visited this post donated a dollar, I would be able to pay my overdue and upcoming medical bills.

PayPal: msleighm@aol.com

Or

https://www.youcaring.com/manage-fundraiser.aspx?frid=785276#goto-updates

I’m so befuddled by this an drowning, I’m starting to get a migraine.

Thank you.

Help Leigh pay for her Lyme care

I’m going to attempt to share my YouCaring.com update here…

If everyone who visited this post donated a dollar, I would be able to pay my overdue and upcoming medical bills. 

PayPal: msleighm@aol.com

Or

https://www.youcaring.com/manage-fundraiser.aspx?frid=785276#goto-updates

I’m so befuddled by this an drowning, I’m starting to get a migraine.

Thank you.

“It’s Called A Rough Draft For A Reason” ** essay/shared 

I haven’t written anything for a few days because I haven’t been feeling well. Even typing has been challenging. 

When one has a chronic illness, most of the time one is out, or pictures taken, are on “good” days – or at least days that can be faked with pain medication and caffeine. What the public doesn’t see, are the days curled up in bed waiting for the pain to pass. 

For every day out (Dr or friends), I usually need 3-4 days in bed: 1-2 before to rest up and 1-3 after to recover. I have a few friends, mostly my helper friends, and my home nurse, who have seen me at my worst. But most of the time it’s just me and the cats and my reading FB to remind myself there is a world out there.

There are pictures that don’t get taken because I don’t have the energy, or don’t get shared because I don’t look good – because I don’t feel well. 

And then I have these two, who cuddle up next to me when I’m not feeling well, and tell me when I should stay in bed, even if I think I should go out.

This is a great article written on medium.com, reminding me to keep at it, no matter how I feel.

“It’s Called A Rough Draft For A Reason” @poornima https://medium.com/@poornima/its-called-a-rough-draft-for-a-reason-67032072e289