Out of doors is currently miserable. It’s been hot and muggy for weeks, but that has now devolved into rain. It isn’t even the good kind of rain that really gets into it. It’s just this halfhearted, encompassing spatter.
And I am watching it from behind glass.
As we move through this week, I’m pleased to say that the wordcount for Calling The Wolf is up at a rather stellar 40k words. But my blood pressure is also up; an unfortunate fact.
I’m at the doctors again next week, though, so I’m hoping that he might be able to help me sort out my blood pressure medication. The whole idea is to stop me from getting migraines. Despite that, I very nearly had one last night with the usual horrendous symptoms.
Heads, shoulders, knees & toes!
Well, mostly heads and knees. My head and my knees. I had a delightful early trip to the doctors this week. And I have another booked in for next week and one shortly after Christmas. Wooh…
No offence to any readers that are general practitioners but you’re just below dentists on my ‘what makes me anxious’ scale. It’s not your fault you scare the crap out of me.
But anyway…
Normally, I would have provided a blog update much sooner, but I had another migraine. I had a rather rushed week trying to fit what appears to have been too much into my days off. Of course, the combination of that and air pressure pushed my blood pressure unpleasantly upwards.
Unfortunately, it’s also created a combination of other stresses. I’d been scheduled for very few hours the week before and this last week, which means that with two days off through illness I’ll be paid even less than I was going to be. Normally, I might have asked to put some hours of holiday pay through to help me out (I usually have quite a bit of holiday saved up& I don’t use it very often), but apparently we’re not allowed to do that any more.
