Nov. 19.

An Evening of Rest

My Status: Feeling Good
Mood: Cranky

Yesterday I thought I’d try an evening of rest. I’m back to work, albeit from home, knew I wouldn’t be writing, didn’t really want to do anything, so rest seemed like a good idea. Here’s the thing—I don’t rest well. I never have. Even when putting my feet up, kicking back and relaxing, my mind is usually working on something, in one way or another. Sooooo the rest thing … didn’t go all that well. So I tried going to bed early.

The sleep thing wasn’t happening either. *sigh* I’ll be tired, and as soon as my head hits the pillow … it’s not that my mind won’t turn off—my body won’t. Since having the chemo treatments, every time I hop in bed my stomach turns into a bubble factory. Literally. I am manufacturing so much gas, that if I could take what’s inside me, distill it, and convert it into fuel form, Denny and I would never buy another tank of gas. It’s ridiculous. And on top of that, my legs go into hyper-restless gear. It reaches the point where I want to give up and just stay up … forever.

But last night, after tossing and turning and keeping the dogs awake for two hours (or more), I had a brain wave. I haven’t been nauseous, but what if the same home remedies worked… a piece of toast, a few crackers to soak up whatever is burbling around inside me. And for the restless legs, a hot bath. Things like Gas-X were proving woefully inadequate against my bubble factory, so it was worth a try. What do you know? It worked.

In a very short time, I’m going to try the same thing (without the tossing and turning first) and see whether I was simply so exhausted anything would have worked, or whether this is a viable answer. I’ll let you know. Hopefully rest will come easily tonight… I need it.

Today has been a somewhat cranky day. I don’t have them very often, but today, it jumped me from the very start. What caused the crankiness? *shrugs* It could be the trouble getting to sleep. It could be simply what my body is going through and to be expected from time to time. Or it could be the increasingly unbearable silence in my head. My characters still aren’t speaking to me … not in the way they need to. I’m not writing—and this is bad. I need to write, but in order to do so, I need my characters to tell me what needs to go down on the page. Yes, I have an idea, but without them, it is only words, and has no meaning. No heart.

I did see the doc yesterday and all my blood work came back as being on track, and the doc is pleased with how I’m doing. So those are positive things.

If any of my fellow writers see my characters gallivanting about—tell them they are needed at home. Pronto!!

The picture at the top of the post is symbolic of my bubble factory. šŸ™‚

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