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Gawd, I'm tired. I've been wrestling with whatever's going on with my back and arm for over a month now. My doc's got me on painkillers and had me do an MRI the other day and now I've got to try to get in for the follow-up appointment sometime before March 13th. I've got to call every morning to see if I can squeeze in through a cancellation.
Ugh.
He put me off work for nearly a week--it's been a week thanks to the days off I had at the end, in the hopes that the pain would go away and whatever was wrong would fix itself. Not happening. I alternately feel as though someone's taking a blow-torch to my left shoulderblade and it's being rubbed raw with a sanding block. On top of it, my left arm plays dead half the time, when it's not throbbing like someone's dragging barb wire through the muscles.
Bleh.
Back to work tomorrow, which means using the arm even if the more I use it the more it hurts. It's going to be about surviving on my supply of painkillers and dealing with roving assholes like the religious twerps who were standing there comparing churches while their kids tore up the action figure aisle like a contingent of tiny tornadoes.
And the political situation in this country? Please. It looks like Barrack's going to win the nom and I'm okay with that, even though he wasn't my first pick. My wife pointed out the other night that the U.S. seems to do much better when there's a personable president and she doesn't think Hillary's personable enough. She actually said she thinks she'd be a decent president, but she doesn't like her much as a person. "Cold fish" is how she put it. Funny, really, since people who didn't know her might take her that way.
Of course, one might argue that the leader of the free world needs to be more of a people person than someone currently running the local alternative religion non-profit AND one of the web's largest book review sites. Being shy and somewhat stand-offish in public situations is a hell of a burden to bear if you're trying to be the leader of the free world. Arguably.
Hell if I know anymore. I'd have voted for Hillary without a lot of hesitation, if only because she's got to be better than the assholes currently running things. So would a rabid squirrel, for that matter.
Congress is freaking out on the whole steroids in sports thing--what a fucking waste of time THAT is--and ignoring a political prisoner in our own backyard. Trying to get the telecoms immunity for wiretapping us illegally for the Republican agenda, and ignoring the quintessential question of net neutrality all at the same time.
Meanwhile our men and women are still fighting a war over there that's claimed uncounted lives, our own hidden under the draping veil of the flag and media blackouts so the people don't get unruly. Well, some of us ARE unruly, dammit, and with good reason.
I'm tired of hurting, playing phone tag with my company's benefits provider and my doctor's office, and thinking that it's one HELL of a lot worse for a sizeable chunk of the population who don't have a doctor, or any kind of benefits whatsoever.
I don't want to see the Dems forget the little people this time around. I just don't. Sometimes it's hard enough for someone like me to get by, but, as I know from personal experience, it's a lot harder for people who have less than I do.
I want them to start REPRESENTING Americans. All Americans, not just the ones willing to throw thousands of dollars in the re-election kitty. The only "special interest" that should matter are the PEOPLE...the ones with no insurance whatsoever, the ones scrabbling for a job that can pay the bills, the ones jumping through unemployment hoops and accepting jobs that can barely keep their heads above water, if not a couple inches below the surface.
I'm burned out on so much, but I'm still writing. Still plugging along on my latest project. And getting ready to finish out the editing on my next novel.
Say, did anyone know that they'd relaxed the rules on writing standards so that a sentence like "I went to the store for bread, milk, and cheese" can now be written as "I went to the store for bread, milk and cheese?" That dropping that second comma, hammered into our heads from earliest point in school we can remember, is now not only possible, but done by fiat by my publisher--even though it LOOKS ignorant to most of the rest of us?
Bah.
Don't mind me. I'm Mr. Grumpy today. Back to work tomorrow, still not having the faintest idea of what's going wrong with my body.
My next project--a YA fantasy that takes the young protagonist through time from the late sixties to modern days, trying to fix things that went wrong, hanging on his inherent magic and the very mind of magic itself trying to teach him how everything works.
It won't be submitted to my current publisher, which has basically refocused to include ONLY things pertaining to the over-all Romance genre and all its little genre-lings.
My wife is planning to help me polish it and we'll send it to an agent. Wish me luck.
In the meantime...
Well, you know.
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