Processing...
Ever since we've entered August, I've been in a bit of a funk. I have been working on a fun project, but other than that, I've just been feeling out of it...
Then today, just after waking up, I realised what was going on.
I don't have any hospital appointments in my calendar this month, the first time since my diagnosis in July last year.
And last year in August, I spent most of the month in hospital with a VERY bad infection the week after I had an open/close surgery, and thought my life was closing in on "the end".
All that and more makes that I was processing again.
And I let myself, these past days, even though I didn't really know what was going on with me.
I'm not one to cry about heavy stuff.
I brood. I nest, I sit around all day and watch stupid things. I play a game.
I don't write, I don't create. I don't think I've blogged since last Wednesday?
I do make lists of things I need to do this week, I do think of what I could write when I feel like it again, I ponder my novel but don't add words.
All the processing stages end like today: eventually I wake up one morning, realise what's been going on with me for days, and then know I'm through it again.
Is this a healthy way of dealing with my disease and all that it pertains?
Who's to say?