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Health update
Nov. 16th, 2007 11:33 amSince Tuesday I haven't had the cramps and I haven't been sick. I can't say I've been feeling entirely well either but that was certainly an improvement.
Instead, I've been suffering from sinusitis in spades. Almost no air is passing through my nose so I'm down to breathing through my mouth all the time. This causes problems at night because I am sleeping fitfully and then waking with a mouth that feels like it's been stuffed with sand.
I had another of my recurring dreams last night. This is the one where I'm at some kind of residential gathering, a conference or an OU Summer School, or something like that. I'm having some kind of unspecified problem, but when I complain I get ignored, so work myself up into a lather of panic, terror, frustration and rage (people who know me well know that I'm more than capable of doing this in Real Life when things get bad), which gets more intense the more I get ignored, and still the world passes on its way without pausing. Eventually something bursts, I collapse with emotional exhaustion, intense guilt and remorse. At this point I wake up feeling tense.
This week I've been trying to kick start my 'straight' (ie non-genre) novel, A Voice Less Loud by conducting a dialogue with my protagononist, Alison Thorne, whom I've arranged to meet on the Wirral to discuss with her her feelings about returning to her childhood home to retrace the events that overtook her and scarred her life. I'm aiming for a thousand words a day. I may post some of the conversations, if anybody's interested in the virtual discourse between a dotty middle-aged novelist and one of her characters!
Instead, I've been suffering from sinusitis in spades. Almost no air is passing through my nose so I'm down to breathing through my mouth all the time. This causes problems at night because I am sleeping fitfully and then waking with a mouth that feels like it's been stuffed with sand.
I had another of my recurring dreams last night. This is the one where I'm at some kind of residential gathering, a conference or an OU Summer School, or something like that. I'm having some kind of unspecified problem, but when I complain I get ignored, so work myself up into a lather of panic, terror, frustration and rage (people who know me well know that I'm more than capable of doing this in Real Life when things get bad), which gets more intense the more I get ignored, and still the world passes on its way without pausing. Eventually something bursts, I collapse with emotional exhaustion, intense guilt and remorse. At this point I wake up feeling tense.
This week I've been trying to kick start my 'straight' (ie non-genre) novel, A Voice Less Loud by conducting a dialogue with my protagononist, Alison Thorne, whom I've arranged to meet on the Wirral to discuss with her her feelings about returning to her childhood home to retrace the events that overtook her and scarred her life. I'm aiming for a thousand words a day. I may post some of the conversations, if anybody's interested in the virtual discourse between a dotty middle-aged novelist and one of her characters!
