Life

As A Direct Result

Miss Poison Being Sick, Chronic Pain, Clients, Editing, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Idiots, June, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Saturday, Self-Care, Shopping, Work, Writing , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I've decided that today is going to be a work-free day. I went to bed this morning sick as a dog. I suspect my brief time out yesterday affected me more severely than it ought to. Within a few hours of coming home, I got my fourth migraine of the week. I took a brief … Continue reading As A Direct Result

This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

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Once the heat & humidity overpowers your thoughts, the days just blend, one into the other. After a while, you find yourself occasionally double-checking the date so that you don't make an error on something that may or may not be all that important. When it doubt, check it out. How do I know that … Continue reading This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

Weird Worthless Weekends Lost To Pain

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Friday morning I stated that I'd rest this weekend and get things done inside my home, as much as humanly possible. I mentally calculated exactly how much laundry needed to be done, and then factored a few others things into the mix. What I did not factor in was a terrible Fibro flare and bouts … Continue reading Weird Worthless Weekends Lost To Pain

How To Be A Client An Editor Wants To Work With

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Author's Note: These are all true experiences. I will never name names, but I'm not going to filter my honesty either. If something I say here offends you, then you probably don't want to be a writer.  Not every client I work with is a breeze, but a small percentage are truly fabulous (One I … Continue reading How To Be A Client An Editor Wants To Work With

It Doesn’t Get Easier

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Fibromyalgia Pain. Chronic Pain. Migraines. They are just a few of the evils that millions suffer from. Some suffer loudly, but many more suffer in dark rooms, alone, in silence. You're screaming on the inside, but you don't make a sound. There is something about the temperature shifting drastically that changes my "Pain Game" to … Continue reading It Doesn’t Get Easier

Mondays…The Bane Of My Existence

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Maybe it is lack of quality sleep or the fact that I woke up stressed, but this particular Monday is making me ill. The eerie quietness was giving off a lovely early Sunday morning vibe, which was helping calm my nerves...until the mowing and trimming started, AGAIN. I've had a migraine since last night, so the … Continue reading Mondays…The Bane Of My Existence