Yeah, that about sums up how I've been feelin' for the past week! Last Friday night I slept in a foreign bed (a futon) in the wrong position and woke up with back pain.
Last Saturday I had numbness in my pinkie finger. Thankfully that went away. But then the pain moved over to area in between my shoulder blades. And that pain's been on-and-off again excruciating for the past 6 days.
Thankfully my mom annointed my back with oil, and she and my dad prayed to the Lord for my healing. I bought some Bengay and some back pain pills yesterday, and all told those three things seam to be working at the moment...
Fingers crossed.
On Monday and Tuesday of last week I was in so much pain by the end of my 12 hour shift I was practically crying. Excruciating pain. And it was just caused by movement. Just the slightest movement in the wrong way and zap-zap, back pain.
That's in part why I'm posting right now, I feel asleep early -- as a result of the pain medicine.
Well-p, Thanksgiving is coming up this week. Are you ready for it?
I am. Bought lots of liquor to help me through the day. You see we're having familyover for Thanksgiving. Family that I don't particularly bond well too. Hoping the Ameretto, rum and piña colada mix, and an 18 pack of Budweisers will help my socializing aches and pains go away.
The plan is to take an early morning run with Michah (my aunt's black poodle) and Sam (my aunt's over-zealous, just-getting-out-of-puppyhood lab for a long run, then maybe work on our TV antenna, watch some football, socialize, then stuff myself on turkey... The running part is of course contingent upon my upper back feeling "good enough" to run on. But that's always been one of my Thanksgiving traditions. As has rolling coins while watching football.
Still working on that dark, drama script... Goal never changes: at least write for one hour during the week, then do some "binge" writing over the weekend. Am also thinking of carding up a couple other scripts on my docket. AND getting back into writing that epic fantasy novel I stopped working on about 10 years ago -- just before I took up screenwriting with my first spec., a screwball comedy entitled, "Give It Up for Chimpy."
Later today (as I type this in it's 12:30 in the morning, on a Sunday morning) I'm hoping to do some furniture shopping, and look for a new bed. Will probably do that AFTER church. Really need new clothes cabinets. You see most of my the furniture in my room in old hand-me-downs. Worse yet they're hand-me-downs from some 10, some 20, and some 30 years ago! And looking at them now: they're finish is faded and chipped and one cabinet drawer facing is completely off!
Yeah, that picture about sums it up... O! And I need new file cabinet's too, 'cuz when my dad was moving furniture around he somehow bent the fuck out of one of the cheap metal file drawers, it came sliding out and as I just mentioned -- got the fuck bent out of it! (It looks dented)
Do I sound like a whining, little girl bitching about my furniture and bed?
"Yes, you kinda do, E.C." Thanks, Meg, thanks. But then again I guess as a bastion of the rom-com you're well versed at laughing other people's misfortunes.
Study the genre, steady the art of crafting humor, and you get that; comedic distance: being able to laugh at other people's pain. Just wish you we're laughing along with me, Meg -- not laughing at me. Maybe someday... A guy can always dream...
So what comes next? Well-p, think I'll dive back into that dark, urban drama. Sometimes the friction of writing can have the adverse affect -- which I'm now going to try to uses as a positive -- of making one suddenly feel sleepy. Don't know why that is, but I think every writer fights that; the inner need/desire to write, yet when one attempts to do just that another inner dynamic clashes with that, and you just can't keep your butt in the seat.
Writing is fickle. It's like you feel the need to be doing more, but then when you try to do just that -- butt and brain pain erupt and you just can't sit still.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha! You're a funny guy, E.C. You so-called writers have all the excuses in the book."
Okay, laugh away, Meg. Glad to see I'm at least entertaining you!
Talk to you again soon. Maybe I'll do a Thanksgiving Day post -- if I'm sober enough to write one, that is. Well, wherever you are, I hope you have a warm, blessed -- and back ache free Thanksgiving.
Sincerely,
E.C. Henry from Bonney Lake, WA