New Year’s Day I was hopeful that this week I’d be awesome. I’d make up for my lackluster performance last week by finishing the Southern Discomfort draft, getting in a Screen Rant, maybe finishing the next draft of No-One Can Slay Her. I was, alas, optimistic.
The big problem is that I’m the poster child for why people over 50 should get their flu shots and pneumonia vaccines. Twice in the past couple of years I’ve gotten a cold that went nasty: hacking coughing aggravates my asthma, asthamtic wheezing irritates my throat and encourages coughing, coughing aggravates asthma, and suddenly I’m hacking 24/7 and I’ve lost my voice. This time, when I could feel my cold trending the same way, I had the sense to make a pre-emptive strike. I hit the urgent care Saturday morning to double-check it wasn’t anything worse (nope!). I picked up cough syrup and cough drops and used them liberally along with extra doses from my asthma emergency inhaler (doctor sanctioned). While I’m still hacking some today, I’m definitely on the way back to health.
Unfortunately the path there included lots of hacking and because some of the hacking was at night (like an idiot, I hadn’t thought to get a long-lasting night time cough syrup), very little sleep. By Wednesday I was in something of a daze (I’m sure fighting off the bug took a lot out of me too). Thursday I was in a daze, plus TYG is off on a trip (fun one, at least) and prep Thursday consumed a chunk of time (for various reasons, some projects needed my help).
So the end result? Not much done. Today, even though I felt better I woke up late (and I don’t regret it) and I’ve been sluggish. Plus I have the usual challenge of being solo dog parent until she gets back. And they’ve been needy, more so as we haven’t been in shape to give them long walks.
I did get about 1,500 words done on a new short story, checked on an old submission (no definite word yet) and drew up some ideas for nonfiction submissions. I got most, but not all the work done on my next Screen Rant (I’ll wrap up Sunday). And maybe 2,000 words on Southern Discomfort (I’m soooo close to finishing!). And that was it.
Still, beating the virus is more than enough of an accomplishment for one week, especially given my track record.
So cold, even the penguin needs winter clothes!