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kolKnee update: yesterday was pure agony. It hurt so much after work, I waited 50 minutes to ride the bus a whole three blocks. I wanted desperately to call in sick to work, but gritted my teeth and just got through it. And you know? Despite nearly fainting an hour in, I was alright. I just hobbled a lot and kept going.
Why have I been in so much pain? Well, part of it is I have bad knees to begin with. The other issue sprouted from how I fell and where the abrasions had formed. Pretty much 80% of the left knee was covered by two abrasions that refuses to scab over. And because it covered so much of the knee surface, whenever I used the joint and stood up/sat down/walked, liquid fire. Because underneath the abrasions were some pretty wicked bruises, and they didn't want to be bothered, either.
Which left me spending all my time at home since Monday night in bed, with my legs elevated, trying not to cry out every time I moved. Not very conducive for novel writing, although I did manage to catch up on my Netflix cache and all the shows on TiVo as well as follow the WGA strike going on.
But the remarkable thing was, I still wrote. It was just over 1,000 words each day and SUCKED, but I gritted my teeth and got those words out. And that raw determination means so much to me, because it reinforces my writing and who I see myself as a writer. And I was definitely rewarded for it, because this morning I had a wicked visual dream, and when I woke up, it was like the muse had bitch-slapped the novel back into my head.
Why hello there, writer-brain. So nice to see you again. And since I've caught the writer-brain again, tonight I'm going to try and hit 32,000. I'll see you guys at 32,001.
Why have I been in so much pain? Well, part of it is I have bad knees to begin with. The other issue sprouted from how I fell and where the abrasions had formed. Pretty much 80% of the left knee was covered by two abrasions that refuses to scab over. And because it covered so much of the knee surface, whenever I used the joint and stood up/sat down/walked, liquid fire. Because underneath the abrasions were some pretty wicked bruises, and they didn't want to be bothered, either.
Which left me spending all my time at home since Monday night in bed, with my legs elevated, trying not to cry out every time I moved. Not very conducive for novel writing, although I did manage to catch up on my Netflix cache and all the shows on TiVo as well as follow the WGA strike going on.
But the remarkable thing was, I still wrote. It was just over 1,000 words each day and SUCKED, but I gritted my teeth and got those words out. And that raw determination means so much to me, because it reinforces my writing and who I see myself as a writer. And I was definitely rewarded for it, because this morning I had a wicked visual dream, and when I woke up, it was like the muse had bitch-slapped the novel back into my head.
Why hello there, writer-brain. So nice to see you again. And since I've caught the writer-brain again, tonight I'm going to try and hit 32,000. I'll see you guys at 32,001.
