A Muse for Malaise

It is one thing to keep your words flowing to paper when you are busy - when time and assignment are your keepers; it is altogether another situation if you are not feeling well.

Now there are those times when you just don't feel like sitting there, when trying to wrap your brain around an idea and produce some coherent string of words worthy of posting avoids you. And you feel bad because you haven't been able to write something... anything. Then there are those other times when you just don't care - now that is ill for a writer.

The last couple of days have found me doing very little because of the slight fever, headaches and body aches and the general lack of cooperation between mind and body. I do not like being at this point, where I have probably pushed myself beyond what can be humanly done; I have exhausted myself and now pay for it by catching something just because I am over tired.

I write now - toward the end of the second day and am hopeful that my body has had a chance to have enough rest and will accept the meal I was able to eat at suppertime. I am also hopeful that tomorrow is a better day because my body gets sore lying around and my mind becomes groggy instead of clear. Getting up and going becomes more difficult as time wears on. I have to go out tomorrow because I finally have that doctor's appointment. I am sure that this part of "my challenge" is utterly boring and getting sick is no way to try to lose weight! I have been trying to keep the fluid levels up so that I don't get too dehydrated - very important! So, now it's time for bed and a good sleep.

I just want to say to me - sorry for all the junk I've put you through and that you have come to this point out of necessity. I promise to change - for my sake.