Writing in a Fishbowl v3 – Day Seven
11:57 PM: Sunday night was a bust. My daughters needed me, and it took up time. By the end of the day, my intestines demanded that I sit down and stop working, so I took some Naproxen and rented a movie. I then went to bed early. My poor ox lowed forlornly to the night sky while stuck in that pit all night, but I was too deeply asleep to hear it.
I slept for nearly eight hours, which is very unusual for me.
Today was filled with errands and last minute phone calls. I started an article for ADDitude magazine while my daughter was seeing a therapist, then made dinner and watched The BFG with my girl, as promised. Today was not a banner day for writing and productivity. Yet, I have successfully wrapped all the Christmas presents before my surgery. I’ve also done all my food shopping. The larder is stocked. That’s something.
I’m not sure when my surgery is tomorrow. They forgot to schedule me. So instead of an early surgery, I’m looking at early evening surgery when they squeeze me in. The doctor will have had a long day by that point, so I’m not necessarily excited about being shoehorned into the schedule. Yet, I can’t exercise, go for long walks, or do physical therapy for my knee surgery because of this blasted hernia, so I’ll take whatever time slot they can give me.
I clearly need to learn how to balance my mental health, health, family, and professional needs better. I’m displeased with my progress. Fortunately, a late surgery means I have extra time to work tomorrow. The ex will watch my daughter, and I will be free to catch up.
If I’m quick, I can still get it all done. Time to write.