Mom and I did a few errands and then came home. She had to jump through a ton of hoops to get me a decongestant, but it does, at least, seem to be helping. If people would quit trying to smoke it or whatever it is they're doing with Meth, it would make my and others' lives a lot easier. Seriously, there are so many ways to get a natural high off of life, one of which is coffee, but that's another story.
I've been just trying to relax, keep my foot as calm as possible and trying to do some writing and reading. The relaxing has gone okay. Keeping the foot calm hasn't worked. I barely walked thwo blocks today and the swelling showed that I walked. The writing is going well. I'm trying to enjoy creating the story, but it's going very slowly. I only have 4 and a half pages single spaced and I've either been working on this since Sunday or Monday, not sure on the day though. I don't know why I struggle with writing. I can write in this journal, but if I'm writing for a wider audience, I clam up. TRW helped because I had such a supportive audience, but I know the rest of the world isn't like that. Why do I say I enjoy writing? I do, but it's so hard to want to write for others, even for myself. *Shrug*, This makes now sense.
I'm not sure why I feel more discouraged this week, probably because my body is fighting something. I have to be better by the 17th. I need to appear to have my stuff together then so we can figure out what the next medical step will be. I want to stay positive about this, so that the RSD won't win.
RSD = revolting sinister disease.
Hugs!
Nickie