Cascade of Bliss
Apr. 18th, 2020 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoStill having the downturn. I dreamed I got a job working in a medical office, but I was confused about what my job really was, and I kept forgetting to clock in. Nobody had explained the job to me. Then I had to take time off for a medical appointment of my own, but when my turn finally came, the nurse told me that my appointment wasn't until next month. She asked me pityingly if I had considered living with one of my children. I got mad and shouted "I know what you're implying! You're implying I've got dementia! But I DON'T!" Sigh. I woke up feeling depressed--not so much by the idea that I'm losing my marbles, which doesn't really seem very likely, but by the fact that, as in the dream, I don't know exactly what my job is, or if I'm doing it right. Also that my kids are out there working their tails off, and I can't help.
One of the people I know who was in the hospital died, and that is a big sadness. However, there's amazing news of Deb's brother, who is off the ventilator and talking, being signed up for PT, and being considered for being moved to a step-down unit. After three weeks on a ventilator! It seems miraculous. I'm so happy for Deb. The Duchess texted me to get our mother's oatmeal cookie recipe, and told me that Dr. Nurse is coming home on Monday, after three weeks working in NYC.
The Diva got feedback about my story. The guy who read it basically liked it very much--said he couldn't stop reading it, and the story arc was very strong. However, they wanted 5000 word stories, and they also wanted things with local ties. The Diva says there will be a read-a-thon later on, and she might be able to use it for that. Everybody likes a 5000 word story, but unfortunately, that is not my natural length. I've written some at that length, but when I just go for what I want to do, it's usually longer. This one was written quite tightly. It just is that length and couldn't be cut even if they wanted me to. Well . . . I'm glad I wrote it, anyway. But it is kinda the story of my life. "This is really great! But it's not what we want! K thx bye you can go now . . . ."
We had a nice FaceTime with Deb and the Prussian in which she imparted the good news about her brother. I read a lovely poem by Lisel Mueller, a friend of my new friend the Poet, and texted the Poet to see how she was doing. She responded and said she wanted to call me tomorrow. The Sparrowhawk and I went for a walk. I still felt down. Finally after supper I just gave up and decided to take a nap. I slept for a couple of hours without moving, and woke up as it was getting dark. I'm about to go back to bed.
One of the people I know who was in the hospital died, and that is a big sadness. However, there's amazing news of Deb's brother, who is off the ventilator and talking, being signed up for PT, and being considered for being moved to a step-down unit. After three weeks on a ventilator! It seems miraculous. I'm so happy for Deb. The Duchess texted me to get our mother's oatmeal cookie recipe, and told me that Dr. Nurse is coming home on Monday, after three weeks working in NYC.
The Diva got feedback about my story. The guy who read it basically liked it very much--said he couldn't stop reading it, and the story arc was very strong. However, they wanted 5000 word stories, and they also wanted things with local ties. The Diva says there will be a read-a-thon later on, and she might be able to use it for that. Everybody likes a 5000 word story, but unfortunately, that is not my natural length. I've written some at that length, but when I just go for what I want to do, it's usually longer. This one was written quite tightly. It just is that length and couldn't be cut even if they wanted me to. Well . . . I'm glad I wrote it, anyway. But it is kinda the story of my life. "This is really great! But it's not what we want! K thx bye you can go now . . . ."
We had a nice FaceTime with Deb and the Prussian in which she imparted the good news about her brother. I read a lovely poem by Lisel Mueller, a friend of my new friend the Poet, and texted the Poet to see how she was doing. She responded and said she wanted to call me tomorrow. The Sparrowhawk and I went for a walk. I still felt down. Finally after supper I just gave up and decided to take a nap. I slept for a couple of hours without moving, and woke up as it was getting dark. I'm about to go back to bed.
