- Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas by Louise Rennison
- 10 % Happier by Dan Harris
- Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
- Jay’s Journal by “Anonymous” aka Beatrice Sparks
Reading: The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Deep in the Valley, More Hours in My Day, Neuromancer, Simple Abundance, The Empowered Mama
Today I spent half of the day chasing down medical help. Saturday night I did something to myself. Something. I mean, it wasn’t anything that made any impact on me. Right around the time I ate dinner, I don’t even know if it was before or after, my chest started hurting, as in my ribs. When I took a deep breath it hurt. I suffered through but by Sunday morning the pain had localized in my lower right rib and the top of my shoulder and it was the most intense pain that I have experienced in my life. On my way down to the urgent care this morning I cried just because it was so damn painful to sit in the car. Waiting rooms. X-rays. Waiting rooms. And all I did was slip my top rib and all I can do is take ibuprofen and wait.
At home I fell asleep for hours, tired from not sleeping well last night and crying to much today and hurting. I almost didn’t make Tally Monday after I promised that I would. But, look you guys, I was just having this Talk with myself. I am tired of feeling so miserable and I have to do something about it. Like, insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I’m not working out hard enough or eating healthy enough. I’m drinking and smoking too much. I’m wasting my time instead of reading and writing like I should. Sometimes I wonder what I could produce if I worked on more than one page a day, considering how impressed I am with what I produced like that. Anyway, I am injured today and can’t work out and I get that. It’s just that if I keep doing the same things, in five years I’ll be the same person. And I want to be a way better version of myself by then.
Maybe you noticed that reading was in the pile of junk I need to do more of. TRUTH! Friday I excitedly made my fall reading list and I have this giant pile of books and I just want to make my way through them. Easy as pie. So I read in the waiting room and the doctor’s office. I read in the parking lot while I waited for the clinic to open. At home I told myself that I would finish my book by the time I went to pick up Little Dude. I finished it! My next short story is ready to go. My next book is ready to go. I am fired up.
I’ve also decided to invest some time and thought into narrowing down my television watching. What I mean by that is that I just want to watch one thing at a time until I finish it for a while. Then I don’t spend an hour wondering what to watch and flipping between apps. So, right now, I am finishing up X-Files first. I have a couple of things I’m watching with Hubby, too, and I am not counting those. I’m like two or three episodes away from finishing Sharp Objects.
Jay’s Journal was a slog. A number of times I thought about putting it down but it was a short book and I kept telling myself that it was a quick read. It wasn’t and it was pretty poorly done. It was very anticlimatic too. I wasn’t satisfied when it was done. At least I can tell everyone about the Beatrice Sparks thing.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a reread and I may not go through with it. We’ll see.
And that’s about all I have to report right now. My shoulder is starting to hurt again and it’s time to get LD from daycare.