Hey Readers,
So I've started
a vitamin regime. I am horrible with remembering pills. Once a year
or so, I will start one, but then forget as other stuff
takes precedence in my mind. Such as, I wake up in the morning and
check my e-mail before I get out of bed. Some days, I might find a book cover
request, or some magical promotion opportunity I have to take, and they need
now. By the time I finish, I don’t think about the pills until the next day.
Trust me, if I have a migraine, I remember my Advil Migraine. But vitamins? Not
so much. Don’t ask me, my mind is a complex anomaly I don’t even begin to understand
half the time.
But, this regime round, I have my husband
to make sure I take these wonderful, humongous horse pills. He dishes out the
kids medicine in a little cup, and guess what, I get that too. Walla, done
deal.
Why don’t vitamin producers make these
things into smaller tablets, and instruct you to take two? Is this some conspiracy
to take out those of us with a minuscule gag-reflex that is only triggered when
a horse pill is involved? I tried to break one in half this morning, and it disintegrated
on the counter. I don’t have a proper pill splitter. Well, yet anyway. Just my
trusty butter, or butcher knife if I’m desperate. I’m not like my beloved
sibling, who chews his pills, because he doesn’t like to swallow them. So I
choke these things down every morning one at a time.
I also have to take Zytec every day, not
for allergies, but my new Doctor says they will help with my migraines, given
that I went from a Canadian weather situation, straight into Louisiana’s humidity.
He also told me I have a cyst growing into
my wrist, which is the size of a decent sized marble. Most of my joints hurt/ache
since I moved to a new climate anyway, but a cyst? Yay. Not. This makes
graphic/digital art interesting to say the least. Sometimes, I can design for a
couple of hours before it hurts enough that I have to walk away for a bit.
Other times, I can find the right angle and rest my arm on a flat surface while
using the mouse and/or drawing pad, and I’m good to go. My appendage is a
fickle master (ahem, mistress), indeed>
The doctor told me to get rid of the cyst,
I have to go to the Ortho to get a shot of cortisone to see if that breaks it
up. If not, then wrist surgery it is. First off, I’m terrified of needles. On
yes, and a knife-wielding-Ortho coming anywhere near me. (Can you tell I’ve
never broken a bone, or been in for surgery...) Not that thinking about a
needle going into a rock-hard foreign object that just happens to be clinging
to my writing hand is much better. Suffice to say, I’ve stuck my head in the
sand for now. It hasn’t gotten worse in a while, but it hasn’t gotten better
yet either.
I will get around to it. I’m assured it
isn’t as if my hand is going to fall off, and the doctor didn’t seem too
concerned about it. So I continue on my merry way, writing and drawing as much
as I can.
Anyway, back to my final draft of my newest writing endeavor, while sitng on the couch in my PJs, with half of my cats.. (But, hey, at leas I'm wearing matching socks today)
Until next time!
Kayden
