Hey dude, don’t be afraid.

Photo by Alan KingWow. A month’s gone by since I blogged. Sorry. It’s just been one of those months. My good news is that the hip is healing well. Had to work hard on it and two or three weeks ago if I’d been here you would have heard me crying. But it was worth it, and now I’m very nearly as mobile as I was before the accident.

The not so good news is I’m on the edge of a possible slide into relapse. Not wishing that on myself. It’s just that I know how these things go. This is, after all, my 27th autumn with ME, and probably 25 of them have slid into winter relapses that lasted until spring, or summer, or on three occasions right through the following winter too.

So it’s there. Staring me in the face. Daring me to overdo stuff and bring it on. All I have to measure it with is my productivity. Through August and into September I was averaging 1k Space Train words per evening, 6 or 7 evenings per week. These past two weeks I’ve averaged maybe 5k per week. Only a small dip, but significant when allied with feeling generally shit in that good old ME way.

I’m not afraid. Not stupid, either, so I won’t be challenging the beast. But I’m not afraid of it. Still writing every evening that I can. Still enjoying this novel and aiming to have it finished this year.

Wish me luck! 🙂

My health news

Photo by Kevin GoodrichLast week I had my 30-minute annual diabetes check. Last year, the practice nurse was lovely. I hoped it would be the same one last week, because before her it was a nasty old battleaxe who clearly despised all type 2 diabetes sufferers, didn’t know or care that mine is steroid-induced, and made me feel so horrible I didn’t go back for two years. I think she might have retired. Haven’t seen her around for a good while. One lives in hope.

Anyway, last week it was a different nurse again, but she was just as lovely as the one last year. Unfortunately, the news wasn’t. Lovely, that is.

My condition is invisible and there’s little room for improvement in my personal management, so we’re talking new drugs added to the existing cocktail with the inevitable side effects, and with insulin injections now part of the discussion if these drugs don’t bring things back from the dangerous place they’ve reached in this past year.

Oh well.

On a happier note, I’m pleased to report that Gabapentin, a new (to me) drug my GP started me on two weeks ago to help me sleep at night and so with a bit of luck ease my chronic pain from ME and arthritis, appears to be working. At least for the sleep thing. I’m getting a regular four or five hours per night now. It’s like being human again.

If I continue to tolerate it and can increase the dosage gradually, we hope it might actually reduce my brain’s pain reception. But even if that doesn’t happen, the good sleep is enabling me to write more regularly.

I’m so hopeful about this (perhaps naively so but I can’t help grasping at this straw) that I talked with another author over the weekend about maybe co-writing something exciting. We’ll talk again in September when our calendars are more clear.

God, I hope I’m not setting myself up for a big disappointment with this.

Wish good things for me, please. 🙂

My good writing news

Photo by Jez TimmsMy writing news is good. The “difficult and significant” chapter, where Sky Train has been paused for a year or more while I was too ill to write, is now written.

It turned out to be not difficult at all, because once I got into it I realised nearly all the significant stuff needed to be written into earlier parts of the book. A whole lot of it in a brand new Chapter 2 and other bits and pieces in new scenes I inserted throughout the existing 32k. Two weekends and a few late weekday nights later, it’s now at 40k and I’m chomping at the bit to write the rest of this reinvigorated story. Won’t be fast, because I’m still ill, but I’ve recovered sufficiently to write again and that’s what I’m doing.

My Yay! isn’t even slightly cautious. 🙂

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