The Z Pack

Finally took control of the situation and got some antibiotics last night.  The pharmacy was packed with angry people who had been waiting a long time.  The pharmacist kept saying, "I'm really sorry.  It's just me here.  There are 30 people ahead of you."  I kept my cool and walked around exploring the pharmacy.  I was remarkably stoic considering how horrible I was feeling and how sad I was about the chapter revisions and how frustrated I was about what a sucky three day weekend I'm having.

Julia Cameron's book had some good advice yesterday about remembering that we're not really all that special, that a lot of people have work to do and a lot of people get sinus infections right before their deadlines, and a lot of people procrastinate and resist. There are others in the same boat, in other words.  Cameron says that remembering our shared humanity is the solution to our doldrums.  I guess she's right.  Still, I had to cry a little this morning about how I can't get the web page I'm building to work and my chapter seems to be going nowhere and my throat still hurts. It's hard to remember that there isn't a conspiracy abrewin' aimed at taking me down.  Then I remembered that blogging usually pulls me out of the slump.  So here I am. Ready to kick it into gear. It's going to be a do my best forget the rest kind of day. Shape up, Leeway.