Now that I have to adjust to life with new drugs and the constant pain, I’ve been thinking a lot today about normal.
Normal for me has never been normal for others. But I need normal, at least some form of normal for me to put my thoughts down.
Unfortunately, this means books will have to wait until I find my new normal. I can’t write in my current situation, I can barely think most days. Between the constant pain, which is normally a 9 or a 10, which is why I am out of Vicodin and can’t refill until the 7th of November and the figuring out drug side effects, my concentration is shot.
It could be a while. I will do my best to keep everyone informed and find my new normal as fast as possible, but it could be a few months.
As such, I have erased my goals and schedules for the rest of the year and won’t be setting new ones for a while.
My apologies. Bear with me while I sort myself out.