Enemies

I have a new adversary. Its name is tendonitis. I could have gotten it anywhere. But it struck in a foul place: my right elbow. I'm right-handed, so this is not only inconvenient, it's painful pretty much all of the time.

It could have been prevented, but I'm stubborn. I work all possible injuries into medical emergencies. I don't do anything in moderation. It's all or nothing. And I blame writing.

Well, not really writing. Writing, more specifically the way I write, is just a symptom. I have that kind of personality. Sometimes that's great for writing. I can sit down and edit half a novel in one go. But there is the other side of that (the nothing portion of the 'all or nothing'), which frequently means that that novel I'm editing has probably been sitting there for three months.

So, it looks like I need rehab in multiple areas.

And that life is certainly interesting when high doses of ibuprofen are involved.


-Liz