If you saw yesterday’s word count update, you’ll have noticed that the last week was a bit rough health-wise. I mentioned in the post that I was freaked out about getting the COVID jag (Scots word for injection), but I didn’t go into detail as to why I was soooo freaked.
When I initially went for my second dose in May, the woman put the absolute fear into me. She declared that I needed to go to a specialist allergy clinic to get the jag. Quote: “You need to have a crash cart right there beside you.” Add that to the fact that since the first jag, I’m now allergic to medicines I’ve never had an issue with before. 😬
Yeah, so that put me on edge for almost two months. And then, the kicker, if you see signs everywhere (that’d be me), my journal water tracking and work stickers ran out on the day of my jag. 😱
Eventually, the initial panic put into me by the woman–who, by the way, failed to forward my case to anyone, the long-term built up fear, the stickers running out on the day, the new allergies, and more reports of people dying from the vaccines got to be too much. I couldn’t hold it together any longer. I started to worry about Jez having to come home alone. About how he’d feel.
Having been on the other side of this on the occasions Jez had been hospitalised, I did the only thing I could think of doing. I sat down and wrote him a goodbye letter. (That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write in my life. Not a fun experience.)
The letter probably sounds way over-the-top to you, but being over-prepared for the worst has always served us well. Whenever we’ve done it, the worst has never happened. Plus, I knew if I did it and everything went well, I’d get to laugh at how much of an eejit I’d been this last week.
So, after preparing for the worst, I prepared for the normal everyday by creating a new batch of stickers for my journal and got them all stuck down to the end of the month.
(Oh, yeah, at the actual appointment there were no crash carts in sight. Just a wee room for the jag and the waiting room to see if there were any reactions.)
After all that–and the feeling crappy and in a ton of pain–I eventually made some progress with the writing.
Review 22nd – 28th July 2021
My Writing Goals for Last Week
- Write 5000 words for Running The Asset. (Hit 20,158 total words)
What Did I Achieve?
I added 2,679 words to the manuscript, taking it to a total of 17,837.
This Week’s Goal
- Add 5000 words for Running The Asset (hit 22,837 words total)
Schedule
| Thursday | Write 1000 words |
| Friday | Day off |
| Saturday | Write 1000 words and Kanban/Goal Planner for August |
| Sunday | Write 1000 words |
| Monday | Write 1000 words |
| Tuesday | Write 1000 words |
| Wednesday | Write 1000 words |
Wee bit of a dour post, so here’s something to smile about.
That’s it for today. Thanks for stopping by, and take care.
Susan
Gosh, Susan. That was extreme! *Big sigh of relief.* Don’t think I’m being flippant, because I don’t intend to be, but those dreadful fears and feelings are useful to an author; you’ll make something great out of them one day. Be kind to yourself over the next few days… eh?
Thanks, Chris. The first thing I thought when I knew I was okay was, “This is going to be so useful for those ‘I’m not going to make it out alive’ scenes.” I’m a big believer in silver linings!
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One hell of a week, thank fudge it’s over & we can now crack on; can’t say how happy I am to have not read the letter ☺️ Impressed that you got any work done at all; way to go, sweetie 😘
Thanks, Sweetie. It’s okay, the letter is hidden away–now you’ll never know the true location of Atlantis. 😘
Reblogged this on Photos by Jez and commented:
My wife’s weekly round-up, with a fun little video at the end to lift the spirits; lets hear it for Daffy 🤣
Glad you on the other side now Susan (pun intended) of the health worries and stuff. I hope you either burnt the letter or put somewhere Jez won’t read it unless he has to ❤
Thanks, Brian. It’s put away, but he knows where it is. Though, he’s probably forgotten where it is by now. 😅
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