- Calculated my pain meds through the weekend so I don’t run out, and learned they only wrote enough for me through Sunday 4pm DUH! They’re CLOSED MONDAY!!! Sometimes it’s tedious being my own advocate.
- Called AAA to cancel the continuous advertising mailings, and spoke with the most wonderful young woman! Not that I can remember her name… TBI PROBLEMS!
- While dad was out getting my pain med refill, I’ll explain how I managed to get the refill (and how much) in an edit, because this typing one finger, predicted type, now is driving me mad.
- Dad has been helpful, but grumbling.
The Starbucks Article by Epilepsy Foundation: “Coffee Break” 2008
and now I type… This was available online Coffee Break until I was about one week into traveling for #SurvivalDay20.
It’s nearing midnight and I’m typing one handed, predictive-type-assist, so I won’t edit much here and now, but THIS explains the beauty of my interaction with Starbucks and the importance of Survival Days.
I entered a writing competition yesterday on Instagram and Twitter with #SixWordMemoir Theme: The Six-Word Spoiler Of Your Life
My entry includes the photo of this post: “SPOILER: My brain. Pieces not important”
The TOP SIX entries will each receive a copy of “A Series of Catastrophes & Miracles!” The website: http://www.sixwordmemoirs.com/story.php?did=1053121
The photos of the splints. I’m hopeful the ligament will repair itself, but not optimistic, as I waited nearly 5 weeks to have my hand looked at after the injury. I’m typing with one hand and guided by predictive type.
No telling how much surgery would cost. We’ll find out, I suppose. At least my cough is gone. It was my blood pressure medication. I lost 50 pounds and my blood pressure improved to the point I could be taken off the med, for now. It runs in the family, though. I have a new “allergy” on my drug list and if I need it again, my doctor says we’ll try something else.
Oh, and I had my first seizure since Amsterdam yesterday. Lucky me. Just a simple partial. Not a big deal.
Moving on to coffee and our current Netflix binge watch show: Chuck. Til later, folks.
I submitted my first writing for publication since 1992 on Saturday!
In the end, I realized I would change something about it. I’m not sure if I want it published or not. I suppose I’d be happy either way… I don’t know who it was to say: “The kernel of dissatisfaction in one work is the beginning of the next,” but that person is correct. The “decision” is said to happen by this Saturday or soon after. Wish me luck, I think. Whichever way it falls, I will be pleased. There is another contest I have my eye on, I only don’t know HOW I will adapt the writing to fit into the next project.
For now, my left hand/wrist is hurting tremendously! When I fell in NYC at the end of my trip I strained something severely, but didn’t recognize it at the time, because I was so focused on the cough I suffered. Now, my hand is such I cannot grip even a cup or hold my toothbrush. I am proud I managed an appointment with a hand PT specialist this Friday. I hope he can help me. I don’t imagine it will be the quick fix dad sees it to be (cortisone shot), but I don’t see it as as long a rehabilitation process as my vertigo.
If I’m published, I’ll link everyone to the magazine and I’ll put my entry here. If not, I’ll edit my entry for another publication and keep it under wraps. Til later!
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