Category: Meilo’s World

Everything happens so much

Between trying to wrap up the last few weeks of school, applying for jobs, and all the other personal stuff I’ve got going on, I unfortunately have decided to put writing on hold for the time being. It’s not ideal, and I hate to do it, but I just need everything to settle down a little. I will reevaluate my goal and a potential due date hopefully in the next few weeks.

…This isn’t to say that I won’t be writing at all, though. I just…don’t have the spoons to hold myself accountable to a word count for a set number of days a week. And the further behind I get, the more it’s gonna stress me out, so yeah.

You know what they say about Hell freezing over…

Goal 1) TAP 2

  • My Goal: 500 WPD, 2000 WPW
  • Where I planned to be: 18,000 words
  • Where I am: 16,112 words
  • On Target or Behind: Behind

How’s It Going:
So for anyone who either doesn’t live in Texas or hasn’t heard, this past week Hell froze over and our state was not equipped to deal with it. No, I didn’t write a damn word. Not because it was cold, but because our power was out for most of the week, we almost lost our water, we ran out of firewood on day 2 and had to scramble to find some, and I was more focused on keeping myself, my dad, and my cats from turning into the most horrific kind of popsicles while sitting inside our own home.

That being said, we’re fine now; everything’s back on and the snow/ice is slowly melting away. I even went to work Friday. And my goal is safe too because I purposely built in a buffer. (Hey, someone around here’s gotta think ahead and prepare for the worst. :/) So next week I’ll shoot for my 18k mark, then go from there.

A fitting end to 2020

So, last Saturday I woke up not feeling so great, but I figured it was because I didn’t sleep well the night before due to heartburn. I was mostly just sore and achey.

Woke up Sunday feeling even more achey. I was like, is it what I think it is? Except the only symptom was body aches. I might have had a fever, but I couldn’t really tell, since we don’t have a thermometer and I tend to run hot anyway. Decided to schedule a COVID test for Monday.

Monday, still with the body aches. I called in sick to work, got my COVID test and was ready to settle in to wait.

Tuesday I call in sick again, and my boss gently advises me to see a doctor (BECAUSE I’M DUMB AND HE’S KINDA GREAT LIKE THAT). Of course, with my symptoms, they won’t let me come into the clinic, plus my primary is out all week, so I have to contact the express clinic. They can’t see me either, but they do set up a telehealth appointment. I chat with a doc for a minute and she orders a flu and strep test (she wanted to test for COVID as well, but since I’d already had it done, I turned it down) that they perform in a drive-thru type thing. About an hour later the doc calls to tell me I have strep.

Which… kinda snows me, because my throat didn’t hurt. Like, it was a little scratchy, but… I distinctly remember the last time I had strep and it was the most godawful pain I’d ever experienced in my throat. Like, I was drooling and dehydrated because it hurt so bad to swallow, and they had to pump me full of a bag of fluids at the clinic and gave me a shot of penicillin. So I’m like, cool, whatever, at least it’s not too bad and I can go back to work after a few days of antibiotics.

Only, I still gotta wait for the COVID test to come back before I can for sure return to work.

It comes in Thursday morning.

Positive.

So, yup. I’m the lucky bastard that ended up with the plague strep and COVID at the same time. For Christmas.

Can we please end the dumpster fire that is 2020 now?

(All that said, I took a break from writing this week. I’ve got enough buffer. And I’m feeling fine, no worries. My immune system is a beast.)