Apr 30, 2007
And Then There Was One...
So here it is, my big news. Just about one hour ago, Patrick and I officially sold our house!! We signed the paperwork, handed over the keys and walked away from a very long and very stressful two and a half years.
28 months. 121 weeks. 850 days. 20,400 hours. 1,224,000 minutes. No matter how you do the math, it was entirely too long.
Last night, Patrick and I went to the house to make sure everything had been removed. We went into our old bedroom and laid on the floor like we used to when our bed was in there. I looked up at the ceiling fan like I did every night - I thought about all we have been through in these past couple of years as we tried to sell the house. I turned to him and told him what I didn't have the heart to tell him before. I told him how hard this has been on me - especially the past 6 months or so. I told him that there were days I never thought we would sell the house. There were moments when I could do nothing but cry. There were times when I felt like I couldn't breathe - each time I made that mortgage payment it felt as if whatever it was that had a grip of my lungs would squeeze tighter and tighter. It was constricting my breath. I was suffocating.
But it's over now. It's finally over. I walked out of the attorney's office and I exhaled. An enormous weight has been lifted off my shoulders and off my mind. I can breathe again. I can live again. I am weightless.
28 months. 121 weeks. 850 days. 20,400 hours. 1,224,000 minutes. No matter how you do the math, it was entirely too long.
Last night, Patrick and I went to the house to make sure everything had been removed. We went into our old bedroom and laid on the floor like we used to when our bed was in there. I looked up at the ceiling fan like I did every night - I thought about all we have been through in these past couple of years as we tried to sell the house. I turned to him and told him what I didn't have the heart to tell him before. I told him how hard this has been on me - especially the past 6 months or so. I told him that there were days I never thought we would sell the house. There were moments when I could do nothing but cry. There were times when I felt like I couldn't breathe - each time I made that mortgage payment it felt as if whatever it was that had a grip of my lungs would squeeze tighter and tighter. It was constricting my breath. I was suffocating.
But it's over now. It's finally over. I walked out of the attorney's office and I exhaled. An enormous weight has been lifted off my shoulders and off my mind. I can breathe again. I can live again. I am weightless.
Apr 29, 2007
Excitement...
It is an absolutely gorgeous day, so I opened the windows to smell the fresh air and listen to the sounds of the early morning - a few birds, some light traffic, and and the rustle of the wind in the trees. It couldn't get more perfect than this.
I am feeling anxious and excited about tomorrow. It is a huge day for Patrick and me and I cannot wait to share our good news. I know that it is only slightly over 24 hours away, but I just can't get myself to say it (or type it) because what if something went wrong? I couldn't stand to see that happen. So I must wait.
I want to sit and enjoy the morning, but there are things I need to accomplish - mostly everything I didn't get done yesterday. By the way, I did finally choose the book - Ella Minnow Pea. I initially chose to re-read the Kundera book, but I felt like it was too emotionally-laden for me at this time. I do want to read it again, but I think maybe at another point in my life. However, I guess I was more tired than I thought because I read two pages of the new book and could feel myself falling asleep. I think I'll try again tonight - if I can contain my excitement about tomorrow...
I am feeling anxious and excited about tomorrow. It is a huge day for Patrick and me and I cannot wait to share our good news. I know that it is only slightly over 24 hours away, but I just can't get myself to say it (or type it) because what if something went wrong? I couldn't stand to see that happen. So I must wait.
I want to sit and enjoy the morning, but there are things I need to accomplish - mostly everything I didn't get done yesterday. By the way, I did finally choose the book - Ella Minnow Pea. I initially chose to re-read the Kundera book, but I felt like it was too emotionally-laden for me at this time. I do want to read it again, but I think maybe at another point in my life. However, I guess I was more tired than I thought because I read two pages of the new book and could feel myself falling asleep. I think I'll try again tonight - if I can contain my excitement about tomorrow...
Apr 28, 2007
Alone On a Saturday Night
It's Saturday night and I'm home alone - actually, I've been alone since 3 PM. Sometimes I really need human contact, and other times, like tonight, I absolutely love the solitude. The only noise I hear is the ticking of the clock and the occasional car driving past our cul-de-sac.
I knew that I was going to be spending the day and evening alone, so I made a bunch of plans - Target, grocery shopping, organizing the computer desk, going to the library, etc. I did none of that. I woke up with a killer migraine and while I was able to get rid of the pain within a few hours, I was left with the physical and emotional hangover. So, basically, I watched some TV (flipped between the NFL draft and the Cubs/Cards game). I did go to the grocery store, but only for a few emergency items.
I'm feeling much more awake now, so I ate dinner and decided to make some new plans. I went to the bookshelves (since I didn't make it to the library) and tried to pick out a new book to read. I'm torn between two - The Unbearable Lightness of Being, a book I read my freshman year of college and Ella Minnow Pea, a book I received as a birthday gift a few years ago. I love re-reading books from many years ago - it's amazing to see how differently you can interpret things at different points in your life. I was only 19 years old when I first read the Kundera book. I was in love. I was naive. I was curious about the world. I wanted to experience new things. I wonder if I would interpret it differently today. This book represents such an amazing time in my life, so part of me is hesitant to re-read the book. I guess I'm afraid that if I do read it again, I will lose that feeling of innocence and wonderment from that first year in college.
I think I will make up my mind this evening as I get into bed. I have no idea how I am going to decide which book to read - it most likely will depend on my mood. Whichever one I choose, I plan to stay up and read in bed for a while. It seems like forever since I've done that.
So what started out as a relatively crappy day has turned into a nice evening. Alone.
I knew that I was going to be spending the day and evening alone, so I made a bunch of plans - Target, grocery shopping, organizing the computer desk, going to the library, etc. I did none of that. I woke up with a killer migraine and while I was able to get rid of the pain within a few hours, I was left with the physical and emotional hangover. So, basically, I watched some TV (flipped between the NFL draft and the Cubs/Cards game). I did go to the grocery store, but only for a few emergency items.
I'm feeling much more awake now, so I ate dinner and decided to make some new plans. I went to the bookshelves (since I didn't make it to the library) and tried to pick out a new book to read. I'm torn between two - The Unbearable Lightness of Being, a book I read my freshman year of college and Ella Minnow Pea, a book I received as a birthday gift a few years ago. I love re-reading books from many years ago - it's amazing to see how differently you can interpret things at different points in your life. I was only 19 years old when I first read the Kundera book. I was in love. I was naive. I was curious about the world. I wanted to experience new things. I wonder if I would interpret it differently today. This book represents such an amazing time in my life, so part of me is hesitant to re-read the book. I guess I'm afraid that if I do read it again, I will lose that feeling of innocence and wonderment from that first year in college.
I think I will make up my mind this evening as I get into bed. I have no idea how I am going to decide which book to read - it most likely will depend on my mood. Whichever one I choose, I plan to stay up and read in bed for a while. It seems like forever since I've done that.
So what started out as a relatively crappy day has turned into a nice evening. Alone.
Apr 27, 2007
The Bad News First...
I was so looking forward to posting my good (no make that GREAT) news, but it looks like that will have to wait - I received some bad news today.
I spoke with my mom this afternoon and she told me that my grandmother felt dizzy last night and fell. My mom and cousin (who basically are her caretakers) took her to the doctor who gave them the following diagnosis: severe dementia and Alzheimer's.
This shouldn't come as a complete surprise to me, but for some reason it did. Hearing the words made it so much more real.
Despite everything that has happened, I feel sorry for her. She hasn't been very kind and loving to my mom over the years and at times, has been downright mean. This makes it difficult to feel sympathy for her, to hug her and tell her I love her (which I still do).
I'm still processing this and don't really know how to respond just yet. I know that deep down my grandma is a sweet and kind woman. I know that she has been through so much in her life - widowed at a young age, had her home robbed twice, survived a house fire, and lost her daughter to cancer. But there is another side to her - the tough Italian woman who doesn't acknowledge that she is sad or that she has experienced significant losses in her life. She doesn't let herself cry and doesn't like it when other people cry. She doesn't acknowledge all that my mom and cousin do for her. She doesn't thank them, but expects them to care for her.
I miss the grandma that used to chase me through the backyard. I miss the grandma that would cook homemade "macaroni" and biscotti for us and shout "Mangia! Mangia!" I miss the grandma that would teach us how to swear and insult people in Italian. I am proud to be able to say the following in Italian: shut-up, shit, fuck, whore/slut, stupid, slob, piss. You have no idea how handy this can be...
In honor of my grandma, Lucy Lily, here's the most recent picture I have of her (along with my cousin, Kelley) - taken in March 2007:
I spoke with my mom this afternoon and she told me that my grandmother felt dizzy last night and fell. My mom and cousin (who basically are her caretakers) took her to the doctor who gave them the following diagnosis: severe dementia and Alzheimer's.
This shouldn't come as a complete surprise to me, but for some reason it did. Hearing the words made it so much more real.
Despite everything that has happened, I feel sorry for her. She hasn't been very kind and loving to my mom over the years and at times, has been downright mean. This makes it difficult to feel sympathy for her, to hug her and tell her I love her (which I still do).
I'm still processing this and don't really know how to respond just yet. I know that deep down my grandma is a sweet and kind woman. I know that she has been through so much in her life - widowed at a young age, had her home robbed twice, survived a house fire, and lost her daughter to cancer. But there is another side to her - the tough Italian woman who doesn't acknowledge that she is sad or that she has experienced significant losses in her life. She doesn't let herself cry and doesn't like it when other people cry. She doesn't acknowledge all that my mom and cousin do for her. She doesn't thank them, but expects them to care for her.
I miss the grandma that used to chase me through the backyard. I miss the grandma that would cook homemade "macaroni" and biscotti for us and shout "Mangia! Mangia!" I miss the grandma that would teach us how to swear and insult people in Italian. I am proud to be able to say the following in Italian: shut-up, shit, fuck, whore/slut, stupid, slob, piss. You have no idea how handy this can be...
In honor of my grandma, Lucy Lily, here's the most recent picture I have of her (along with my cousin, Kelley) - taken in March 2007:
Apr 26, 2007
Make Them Stop
The headaches continue, but I have to try to go on with my life - especially work, which is at its annual peak with the golf event and TONS of grants. I am home right now writing two more of them that are due on Tuesday. I'm waiting for the meds to kick in before I go back to writing.
For the first time in a while I actually am at a loss for words. I hope this doesn't affect the grantwriting I need to get back to...
I hope the headaches stop soon - this is getting to be too much.
For the first time in a while I actually am at a loss for words. I hope this doesn't affect the grantwriting I need to get back to...
I hope the headaches stop soon - this is getting to be too much.
Apr 24, 2007
Big News
I have some major news...some exciting news that I can't wait to post, but I have to wait. I have a fear of telling people and then having things go terribly wrong.
Believe me, it's probably not what you're thinking.
Just a few more days and I'll be able to tell the world (or just the people who read this).
Believe me, it's probably not what you're thinking.
Just a few more days and I'll be able to tell the world (or just the people who read this).
Apr 23, 2007
Avoidance
I am the Queen of Avoidance today:
- I am avoiding all the work I need to accomplish in the next two weeks
- I am avoiding working on my book
- I am avoiding mopping the kitchen floor
- I am avoiding washing a few large pots & pans I used last night
- I am avoiding getting dinner started
- I am avoiding making an appointment with my neurologist
- I am avoiding having a conversation with my husband that we started two days ago but never finished
Apr 22, 2007
The Rain
It started out as a beautiful day - sunny and warm. I tried to get some stuff done around the house, however, I just couldn't figure out exactly what I wanted to accomplish. Laundry? Yard work? Switching out winter/summer clothes? With no exact plan, I kind of wandered from room to room and project to project. I did manage to catch the Cubs game...
A couple of hours ago, the wind picked up and I noticed that some clouds rolled in - gone was the warm sun and clear sky. I didn't mind it as it seemed to be a nice change and a good way to end a weekend. Is it somehow symbolic of my upcoming week at work?
As I stood in front of the kitchen window I could smell the rain before it had even started to fall, and for some reason it was so intense that it brought me back to a day when I was a little girl. I'm not sure how old I was - maybe 7 or 8 years old. It was a late spring Saturday afternoon. My family had no major plans, so we all kind of did our own thing - my mom probably was doing something "crafty" like painting or drawing, my father most likely was reading, and my sister...I'm not sure what she did when she was 11 years old. She takes after my mom and was probably involved in something artistic. In my bedroom, I had a small table and chairs that sat in front of my window. I liked to sit there and color or read - sometimes play with my dolls. On this specific day it was raining - the same kind of gentle rain as today. My window was open and I could smell the rain and see the clouds darken as they moved closer. They were various shades of gray with a little green mixed throughout. There was something about the way the clouds looked that made me feel so safe - it was as if they were closing in on me, enveloping me the way someone's arms do when you're young and frightened. I went to my bookshelf and grabbed my favorite books. I sat at my table in front of the window and read all day.
I can't help but feel sad when I think about this, but I'm not exactly sure why. I don't want to be a little girl again, but I wouldn't mind feeling that safe. I guess as an adult it's our job to make others feel safe - especially our children - but I wish I could feel that way again. I wish I wasn't so afraid of the future. I wish I didn't have to face such uncertainty. I wish I could put aside all my problems and worries, sit at that tiny table and read all day...
A couple of hours ago, the wind picked up and I noticed that some clouds rolled in - gone was the warm sun and clear sky. I didn't mind it as it seemed to be a nice change and a good way to end a weekend. Is it somehow symbolic of my upcoming week at work?
As I stood in front of the kitchen window I could smell the rain before it had even started to fall, and for some reason it was so intense that it brought me back to a day when I was a little girl. I'm not sure how old I was - maybe 7 or 8 years old. It was a late spring Saturday afternoon. My family had no major plans, so we all kind of did our own thing - my mom probably was doing something "crafty" like painting or drawing, my father most likely was reading, and my sister...I'm not sure what she did when she was 11 years old. She takes after my mom and was probably involved in something artistic. In my bedroom, I had a small table and chairs that sat in front of my window. I liked to sit there and color or read - sometimes play with my dolls. On this specific day it was raining - the same kind of gentle rain as today. My window was open and I could smell the rain and see the clouds darken as they moved closer. They were various shades of gray with a little green mixed throughout. There was something about the way the clouds looked that made me feel so safe - it was as if they were closing in on me, enveloping me the way someone's arms do when you're young and frightened. I went to my bookshelf and grabbed my favorite books. I sat at my table in front of the window and read all day.
I can't help but feel sad when I think about this, but I'm not exactly sure why. I don't want to be a little girl again, but I wouldn't mind feeling that safe. I guess as an adult it's our job to make others feel safe - especially our children - but I wish I could feel that way again. I wish I wasn't so afraid of the future. I wish I didn't have to face such uncertainty. I wish I could put aside all my problems and worries, sit at that tiny table and read all day...
Apr 20, 2007
Maybe...But I Doubt It
Yes, another migraine today. That makes four straight days with bad migraines. I'm feeling a tad better - enough to wash the dishes and flip through a magazine. I can still feel the pain, but don't think I should take anything else. I have to work tomorrow morning from 8:30 AM - 11 AM at a Baby Expo. Not bad, but I need to be functioning and another pill might push me over the edge.
This whole thing is weird as I have never had such bad migraines for so many straight days. Um, especially when I'm not supposed to be getting them (wink, wink). This, of course, has prompted my insane husband to ask if I possibly had a "bun in the oven". Yes, he used this phrase, which made me roll my eyes and made him laugh because he knew he had annoyed me. Yeah, right. Me pregnant? I don't think so. I mean, I couldn't be, right? I'm 99% sure I'm not. Maybe 95% sure. How about 90%?
The migraine situation has me a bit concerned as it has never happened before. So many migraines. Such bad migraines. Migraines that have been resistant to medication - even the strong stuff. I'm having other issues/symptoms, too, which I really don't want to get in to because I just know I'm not pregnant, and it would be silly to bring all this up. Well, the only one I will bring up is the bizarre episode of me making turkey meatloaf and my inability to stop myself from gagging at the smell of it. No one else could smell it but me. I couldn't even eat it because the smell was so strong - I tried covering it with a napkin but it didn't help. Once again my husband said, "Maybe you're pregnant!" I hate when he does this. Sometimes people are just sensitive to smells.
The issue is that we're both on the fence about having children. Well, I am more on the fence than he is. He has always said, "I don't want to have a baby when I'm 40 years old." Guess what, hon? Two months from Sunday you're turning the big "four-oh". My issues stem from potential migraines with no medication and a general fear of the unknown.
Let me reiterate that I really don't think I'm pregnant - probably just some random symptoms that just so happen to be occurring at the same time. It's probably just a fluke that I'm having so many migraines. I'm positive that I'm not pregnant...almost positive.
This whole thing is weird as I have never had such bad migraines for so many straight days. Um, especially when I'm not supposed to be getting them (wink, wink). This, of course, has prompted my insane husband to ask if I possibly had a "bun in the oven". Yes, he used this phrase, which made me roll my eyes and made him laugh because he knew he had annoyed me. Yeah, right. Me pregnant? I don't think so. I mean, I couldn't be, right? I'm 99% sure I'm not. Maybe 95% sure. How about 90%?
The migraine situation has me a bit concerned as it has never happened before. So many migraines. Such bad migraines. Migraines that have been resistant to medication - even the strong stuff. I'm having other issues/symptoms, too, which I really don't want to get in to because I just know I'm not pregnant, and it would be silly to bring all this up. Well, the only one I will bring up is the bizarre episode of me making turkey meatloaf and my inability to stop myself from gagging at the smell of it. No one else could smell it but me. I couldn't even eat it because the smell was so strong - I tried covering it with a napkin but it didn't help. Once again my husband said, "Maybe you're pregnant!" I hate when he does this. Sometimes people are just sensitive to smells.
The issue is that we're both on the fence about having children. Well, I am more on the fence than he is. He has always said, "I don't want to have a baby when I'm 40 years old." Guess what, hon? Two months from Sunday you're turning the big "four-oh". My issues stem from potential migraines with no medication and a general fear of the unknown.
Let me reiterate that I really don't think I'm pregnant - probably just some random symptoms that just so happen to be occurring at the same time. It's probably just a fluke that I'm having so many migraines. I'm positive that I'm not pregnant...almost positive.
Apr 19, 2007
Migraine: Day 3
I'm on my third day of migraines. I can't begin to put into words how much I hate this. How much I hate what my body is doing to me.
I just took my third painkiller in I don't know how many hours - I don't even read the instructions any more. Sometimes I take more than I should, but I really don't want to end up at the ER with an IV of painkillers.
I am supposed to attend a half day seminar tomorrow morning - "Bridges Out of Poverty". I was really looking forward to it and I pray that I do not feel like this in the morning because this is how I feel right now:
I want to remove my head from my body until the pain subsides, but I don't know if it ever will...
I just took my third painkiller in I don't know how many hours - I don't even read the instructions any more. Sometimes I take more than I should, but I really don't want to end up at the ER with an IV of painkillers.
I am supposed to attend a half day seminar tomorrow morning - "Bridges Out of Poverty". I was really looking forward to it and I pray that I do not feel like this in the morning because this is how I feel right now:
I want to remove my head from my body until the pain subsides, but I don't know if it ever will...
Apr 18, 2007
I Want This...
I checked out the Kitsch'n Glam web site looking for aprons (don't ask!) and decided that I want either this:
That sounds horrible, so let me say that I am a liberal feminist and I did not marry a man who thinks I should be "barefoot and pregnant" and hanging out in the kitchen. I love to cook. It's therapeutic and challenging for me.
Or this:
This apron is even reversible:
Very cute. Very 1950's. I love it! Since I do all the cooking at home, I figured there's nothing wrong with looking cute in the kitchen.
That sounds horrible, so let me say that I am a liberal feminist and I did not marry a man who thinks I should be "barefoot and pregnant" and hanging out in the kitchen. I love to cook. It's therapeutic and challenging for me.
Apr 17, 2007
Sometimes the Truth Hurts
I apologize in advance for boring anyone with this post about migraines. I can't help but write about it, as I sit here with another one. I woke up very early for a meeting and didn't feel so hot. I chalked it up to my change in sleep patterns and went on with my day. A little bit after 12 PM, I noticed that what I thought was a sleep-deprivation headache was actually the start of a migraine, so I took some meds. No help. I came home a bit early from work, took some painkillers and sat on the couch. They only made me groggy - the pain was driving through my left eye. More meds about an hour ago. Enough relief, but I am now left with this anger and sadness about this situation. Why won't these headaches stop?
The truth is that I brought them on myself. In 1998, at the urging of my physician, I started on birth control pills for medical purposes. They helped immensely and I was finally "back to normal" with my health. Looking back to the morning after I took that first pill, I can recall very clearly that I experienced a headache different from any other I had ever experienced at that point in my life. I had never been plagued by headaches as a child or teenager. I would have the occasional tension headache, or the headache if I waited too long to eat, but nothing that an Advil wouldn't take away rather quickly. I wasn't really alarmed by this new headache, and it wasn't all that bad. Besides, my doctor said that I could experience some symptoms similar to the early stages of pregnancy - I had a hint of nausea and well, let's just say I could give Pamela Anderson a run for her money. So, this headache was just another one of those symptoms. I had this headache for the next three days. Can you feel the foreshadowing?
The headaches increased over the next couple of years, but never once did I think "migraine". I didn't even really know what they were. I remember one particular day at work when I felt like I couldn't take it any more - I wanted to cry, I wanted to crawl under my desk and pray for a quick death. That is when I went to my doctor. I tried Imitrex and then Maxalt. After that she finally told me that I needed to see a specialist.
In comes Dr. Homer - so popular and so amazing that I had to wait three months to get an appointment. I even made the trek to Northwestern University to see him (and I still do!). We talked for a long time and he determined that I suffered from menstrual migraines brought on by my use of birth control pills. So I had done this to myself. He asked if I was willing to stop taking the pill, but at that point in my life, I said no. He said it was OK and that there were new ways to treat these migraines, which are the most difficult migraines to treat. Being a neurologist on the cutting edge of new medicine, he put me on a treatment plan that had yet to be approved by the FDA.
It worked, but only for a while. At my next visit he told me that sometimes this happens. I cried and tried another treatment. I have been seeing Dr. Homer for 6 years and each time I see him, he offers another treatment option. Well, last summer I had enough and made the decision to stop taking the pill. Well, I stopped taking the combination pill - I moved to the "mini pill". The chances of getting pregnant are somewhat higher, but that chance was worth the possibility of stopping my headaches.
However, they haven't stopped. I thought this would be the magic "cure" and I would be all better. My doctor was right - sometimes our bodies learn patterns, and obviously after so many years, mine did. I sit here angry - angry at myself even though I never knew this was a possibility of taking the pill. I feel like my body is rebelling against itself and I hate it.
My doctor tells me that menopause might bring some relief, but I am only 34 years old. I don't know if I ever will have children because the chances of getting a migraine while pregnant might just be too much for me to handle. Dr. Homer has told me that it is a gamble - they could get better, stay the same, and in some cases get worse. I feel like I have significantly decreased my chances of ever having biological children. I feel like it is my fault if that is the outcome.
I have asked what I could take if I ever was to become pregnant and suffer from a migraine. No migraine meds are allowed, so my choices are Tylenol and Demerol. No in between.
I am very sad when I think about the choice I made so many years ago and the place it has led me today. What did I do to myself?
The truth is that I brought them on myself. In 1998, at the urging of my physician, I started on birth control pills for medical purposes. They helped immensely and I was finally "back to normal" with my health. Looking back to the morning after I took that first pill, I can recall very clearly that I experienced a headache different from any other I had ever experienced at that point in my life. I had never been plagued by headaches as a child or teenager. I would have the occasional tension headache, or the headache if I waited too long to eat, but nothing that an Advil wouldn't take away rather quickly. I wasn't really alarmed by this new headache, and it wasn't all that bad. Besides, my doctor said that I could experience some symptoms similar to the early stages of pregnancy - I had a hint of nausea and well, let's just say I could give Pamela Anderson a run for her money. So, this headache was just another one of those symptoms. I had this headache for the next three days. Can you feel the foreshadowing?
The headaches increased over the next couple of years, but never once did I think "migraine". I didn't even really know what they were. I remember one particular day at work when I felt like I couldn't take it any more - I wanted to cry, I wanted to crawl under my desk and pray for a quick death. That is when I went to my doctor. I tried Imitrex and then Maxalt. After that she finally told me that I needed to see a specialist.
In comes Dr. Homer - so popular and so amazing that I had to wait three months to get an appointment. I even made the trek to Northwestern University to see him (and I still do!). We talked for a long time and he determined that I suffered from menstrual migraines brought on by my use of birth control pills. So I had done this to myself. He asked if I was willing to stop taking the pill, but at that point in my life, I said no. He said it was OK and that there were new ways to treat these migraines, which are the most difficult migraines to treat. Being a neurologist on the cutting edge of new medicine, he put me on a treatment plan that had yet to be approved by the FDA.
It worked, but only for a while. At my next visit he told me that sometimes this happens. I cried and tried another treatment. I have been seeing Dr. Homer for 6 years and each time I see him, he offers another treatment option. Well, last summer I had enough and made the decision to stop taking the pill. Well, I stopped taking the combination pill - I moved to the "mini pill". The chances of getting pregnant are somewhat higher, but that chance was worth the possibility of stopping my headaches.
However, they haven't stopped. I thought this would be the magic "cure" and I would be all better. My doctor was right - sometimes our bodies learn patterns, and obviously after so many years, mine did. I sit here angry - angry at myself even though I never knew this was a possibility of taking the pill. I feel like my body is rebelling against itself and I hate it.
My doctor tells me that menopause might bring some relief, but I am only 34 years old. I don't know if I ever will have children because the chances of getting a migraine while pregnant might just be too much for me to handle. Dr. Homer has told me that it is a gamble - they could get better, stay the same, and in some cases get worse. I feel like I have significantly decreased my chances of ever having biological children. I feel like it is my fault if that is the outcome.
I have asked what I could take if I ever was to become pregnant and suffer from a migraine. No migraine meds are allowed, so my choices are Tylenol and Demerol. No in between.
I am very sad when I think about the choice I made so many years ago and the place it has led me today. What did I do to myself?
Apr 15, 2007
Light The Night With Hope
This is the first of many times I plan to post this message - a plea of sorts. On September 8th my family and I once again will participate in the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Light The Night Walk. We will be walking in memory of my aunt. She was an amazing woman - funny, intelligent, sarcastic, warm, generous - I could go on and on. But in the end, in the face of adversity, she was strong...and courageous...and brave.
At last year's walk, my mom asked me to write the dedication - she didn't think she could do it herself. Here is what I wrote:
I am seeking donations to help support the Society's mission - Cure leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin's disease and myeloma, and improve the quality of life of patients and their families. Please visit my personal web page to see how you can help - http://www.active.com/donate/ltnDesMo1/2258_tmoore2406
At last year's walk, my mom asked me to write the dedication - she didn't think she could do it herself. Here is what I wrote:
We dedicate this walk and this night to Mary Lou Altom.
- A kind and generous soul
- A warm heart
- A fighting spirit
We are so proud of your strength, your courage, and your ability to have fought this disease with a sense of humor. We love you and we miss you more and more with each passing day.
We would walk a million miles just to have you back.
All our love,
Donna, Mike, and “The Girls” (Kristie & Tracy)
- A kind and generous soul
- A warm heart
- A fighting spirit
We are so proud of your strength, your courage, and your ability to have fought this disease with a sense of humor. We love you and we miss you more and more with each passing day.
We would walk a million miles just to have you back.
All our love,
Donna, Mike, and “The Girls” (Kristie & Tracy)
I am seeking donations to help support the Society's mission - Cure leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin's disease and myeloma, and improve the quality of life of patients and their families. Please visit my personal web page to see how you can help - http://www.active.com/donate/ltnDesMo1/2258_tmoore2406
Apr 13, 2007
Pictures
I purchased a new digital camera a few weeks ago and have been experimenting with it. It's a very different experience from using my film camera, although they are both made by Canon (I figured it would be an easier transition). My film camera is an EOS Rebel and my new digital camera is a Power Shot S3 IS. As an amateur (very amateur) photographer, I wanted something more than a point & shoot camera, but was no way ready (or wealthy enough) for an SLR camera. I'm still learning the different features.
So, I took the camera with me for Easter and took some pics of Reese and Vann:
Mother F***ing Cubs!
How could they lose today? They had a 5-0 lead at one point. Their pitcher hit a homerun. How could this have happened?
I'm a third-generation Cubs fan, so it doesn't really matter. I'll be back watching the next game tomorrow. And I will always hold out hope for that World Series Championship.
It could happen, people.
I'm a third-generation Cubs fan, so it doesn't really matter. I'll be back watching the next game tomorrow. And I will always hold out hope for that World Series Championship.
It could happen, people.
High At Work
There ain't nothing like being higher than a kite at work. I had (have?) a migraine at work this morning. I tried Tylenol, but no luck. I moved to the heavy stuff about 30 minutes ago. I don't know if I have any pain, but I really don't care if I do. I can't feel anything, aside from the need to let my head fall on my laptop. My eyes are half closed and I feel like I'm floating around the office.
Apr 11, 2007
Stepping Back in Time
The supposed spring weather we should be having has suddenly turned into winter again, and I find myself sluggish and tired. I figured that if I worked on a project I might get a bit more energy. As I dug through a box of mine that I have yet to find a home for, I found more of my journals. Apparently 1999 was a strange year for me - I was still reeling from the end of a 2-year long relationship. The first part of the year I was just trying to get things back to normal as I finished grad school. Then when I was finally ready to date, I just couldn't meet anyone. So I had a series of dates with guys that just weren't right for me for one reason or another. So on June 26, 1999 I wrote the following:
"Will I ever get married? I know I'm still young (26), but I can't even picture it. It feels so far away - like it will happen in another lifetime. Who knows, maybe it will. There is no guarantee that I will ever fall in love again, or find that person who I'll spend the rest of my life with. There's no guarantee that I will have the opportunity to grow old with someone I love, and raise children and grandchildren. I want these things - all of them, and I don't believe that I'm selfish for it. I guess that lately I've been feeling rather hopeless when it comes to men and relationships. I feel as though I'll never meet someone.
I think about it a lot, though - meeting someone. I think about the first date, the first kiss, and even being in love again. I think about the mystery, excitement, and romance. Romance - I do miss it. Will I ever experience it again? Will someone ever reach for my hand again? Will someone ever hold my face in his hands and kiss me - so we both know that we're right together? Maybe I am overly romantic. Maybe my expectations are too high. Maybe all that I want is only possible in my fantasies. But maybe, just maybe it will all happen exactly the way I imagine."
It is so strange to look back on your life like that. I can recall where I was when I wrote that and my state-of-mind (which is pretty obvious from reading that entry). I remember that summer and the frustration I felt when I would go on dates and they would be just that - dates. Nice, but nothing special - no connection. It would be over a year before I would feel that connection with someone...
"Will I ever get married? I know I'm still young (26), but I can't even picture it. It feels so far away - like it will happen in another lifetime. Who knows, maybe it will. There is no guarantee that I will ever fall in love again, or find that person who I'll spend the rest of my life with. There's no guarantee that I will have the opportunity to grow old with someone I love, and raise children and grandchildren. I want these things - all of them, and I don't believe that I'm selfish for it. I guess that lately I've been feeling rather hopeless when it comes to men and relationships. I feel as though I'll never meet someone.
I think about it a lot, though - meeting someone. I think about the first date, the first kiss, and even being in love again. I think about the mystery, excitement, and romance. Romance - I do miss it. Will I ever experience it again? Will someone ever reach for my hand again? Will someone ever hold my face in his hands and kiss me - so we both know that we're right together? Maybe I am overly romantic. Maybe my expectations are too high. Maybe all that I want is only possible in my fantasies. But maybe, just maybe it will all happen exactly the way I imagine."
It is so strange to look back on your life like that. I can recall where I was when I wrote that and my state-of-mind (which is pretty obvious from reading that entry). I remember that summer and the frustration I felt when I would go on dates and they would be just that - dates. Nice, but nothing special - no connection. It would be over a year before I would feel that connection with someone...
2007 Light The Night PSA
The 2007 campaign has begun and our team is ready to break last year's record. We once again will walk in memory of my aunt who courageously battled non-Hodgkin's lymphoma for 8 months before passing away in June 2006. More information to follow on how you can help "Light the Night" with hope...
Apr 10, 2007
Intrigued???
Apr 8, 2007
Help..
I've been up since 5:15 AM - my parents' church had Easter mass at 6:30 AM. That's crazy early. My grandmother has been very difficult to deal with today. In fact, she's had my mom in tears (literally) twice so far this morning. She just doesn't know when enough is enough. We dropped her off at home so my mom could get a break before we pick her up again in about an hour for Easter dinner at my sister's house. It is so draining being with my grandmother. I'm sure that sounds just awful of me to say, but you have no idea.
More to come once I've recovered from the fatigue and the family chaos...
More to come once I've recovered from the fatigue and the family chaos...
Apr 6, 2007
Office Decorum
We have a new office decorum policy at work. I guess when the boss is gone, no one seems to follow it. Two women who work in the office next to me have really loud booming voices - without even trying. I was sitting here trying to focus on writing when one of them claims that the other suffers from bipolar disorder (yes, she told her this to her face). It doesn't really matter that I already diagnosed her with this months ago (yep, that psych degree is really coming in handy!), but they're just so freaking loud about it.
I think it's time for me to go home...
I think it's time for me to go home...
Easter Weekend Thoughts
I came into work this morning to find an Easter basket on my desk - filled with goodies and a GIANT sugar cookie in the shape of an egg decorated in colorful icing. Yum!
I leave tomorrow for Chicago to see my family for the holiday. I'm looking forward to seeing my niece and nephew. I have a new digital camera, so I plan on taking lots of pictures of them so I can post them later.
On this Friday before Easter (Good Friday to be exact), I shouted the following on my way to work: "Jesus Fucking Christ!" The Catholic part of me thinks I should feel a bit bad about this, but I don't. The guy with the Texas license plate was driving like an ass.
So...Happy Easter!
I leave tomorrow for Chicago to see my family for the holiday. I'm looking forward to seeing my niece and nephew. I have a new digital camera, so I plan on taking lots of pictures of them so I can post them later.
On this Friday before Easter (Good Friday to be exact), I shouted the following on my way to work: "Jesus Fucking Christ!" The Catholic part of me thinks I should feel a bit bad about this, but I don't. The guy with the Texas license plate was driving like an ass.
So...Happy Easter!
Apr 5, 2007
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
For Christmas my dad gave me the Eats, Shoots & Leaves book, and then for my birthday he followed it up with the daily desk calendar. Some of the days are informational, and some just make me laugh out loud, which probably doesn't fit into our new "Office Decorum" policy at work. This was what was on Tuesday's page:
So funny. So very, very funny...
You've Got Mail
Like so many others, I am the frequent recipient of tons of junk mail - advertisements, credit card applications, restaurant menus, etc. However, yesterday I received ACTUAL mail!! Ally sent me a copy of her favorite book, The Dance of the Dissident Daughter. I am so excited about this for a number of reasons. First, I have been very uninspired by the books currently sitting on my bookshelves. I seem to be in one of those in between moods when it comes to books - nothing is really jumping out at me. Second, I'm excited because having this book in my possession now means that I get to return it to Ally when she returns to the QC this summer - we'll finally have a chance to meet!
This new friendship got me thinking about the varied and strange ways that certain people come into our lives (people that we would never meet otherwise) and how sometimes it feels as though you were destined to meet. I have people like this in my life. My friends Jason and Megan are this way to me. We all met at work (Megan and I worked in the same department; Jason and I started work on the same day and went through hours of orientation together). Despite Megan leaving her job in 2001 and me leaving in 2002, we've all remained close. Jason and I e-mail each other regularly and I can't imagine not knowing him for the rest of my life. Megan and I are so much alike it's kind of scary - we often talk for hours about our strange obsessions and anxiety, and Megan can make me laugh like not many people can.
Then there are people who I've had this connection with that no longer exist in my life. I had a friend from way back in high school who was just like me - except she had blond hair and was from England - but you know what I mean. We were inseparable for years and then all of a sudden things got strange. She became too involved in my life and my decisions. She interfered in potential relationships because she didn't want to be left "alone". We last spoke in 2001 at a friend's wedding, where she made an odd comment to me. It rubbed me the wrong way and we never really talked after that.
I also have people who come in and out of my life who, despite their occasional absence, will always be a part of me - part of the fabric that makes me who I am today. Time, distance, misunderstandings, and disappointment cannot break our bond. There is one particular person I am thinking of as I write this, but do not want to say any more.
This new friendship got me thinking about the varied and strange ways that certain people come into our lives (people that we would never meet otherwise) and how sometimes it feels as though you were destined to meet. I have people like this in my life. My friends Jason and Megan are this way to me. We all met at work (Megan and I worked in the same department; Jason and I started work on the same day and went through hours of orientation together). Despite Megan leaving her job in 2001 and me leaving in 2002, we've all remained close. Jason and I e-mail each other regularly and I can't imagine not knowing him for the rest of my life. Megan and I are so much alike it's kind of scary - we often talk for hours about our strange obsessions and anxiety, and Megan can make me laugh like not many people can.
Then there are people who I've had this connection with that no longer exist in my life. I had a friend from way back in high school who was just like me - except she had blond hair and was from England - but you know what I mean. We were inseparable for years and then all of a sudden things got strange. She became too involved in my life and my decisions. She interfered in potential relationships because she didn't want to be left "alone". We last spoke in 2001 at a friend's wedding, where she made an odd comment to me. It rubbed me the wrong way and we never really talked after that.
I also have people who come in and out of my life who, despite their occasional absence, will always be a part of me - part of the fabric that makes me who I am today. Time, distance, misunderstandings, and disappointment cannot break our bond. There is one particular person I am thinking of as I write this, but do not want to say any more.
Apr 4, 2007
Processing
For as long as I can remember, I've not only had very vivid and unusual dreams, but I've also almost always remembered them. When I was six I had a dream that I fell out of a window and into a barrel of bees. At 17 I had a dream that a gunman came into the mall where I was working and started shooting - I hid underneath a covered table hoping he wouldn't find me, but he did. When I was 27 I actually was shot and killed in a dream - I could feel the spot in my chest burning. I couldn't shake that dream for days.
I always used to hear that dreams are our way of processing things - stress, fear, anxiety, joy. There's got to be something to that theory.
Last night I had a series of strange dreams. Most of them felt like a bunch of brief moments all strung together - I was at my friend Megan's house, I was at the library with my niece, I was with some strange man that apparently I either liked or was dating. But then I had another dream that was separate from those others. In it my aunt was alive and she was riding her bicycle on the sidewalk in some suburban neighborhood I had never seen before. She had on a long blond wig, so I almost didn't recognize her, but she saw me and she stopped. I kept asking her what she was doing (because in my mind she had already died). "I'm really starting to feel better", she said. Her body looked different - like how she looked before she ever got sick. She wasn't sickly skinny any longer and her face was full again. She reached out to hug me and I treated her so gently - I didn't want to squeeze her too hard. She got back on her bike and started to leave. "Wait! Wait...come back!", I shouted. It was too late.
I woke up this morning feeling sad and empty. I cried a little before I got out of bed and I am crying now. I miss her. I wish I could hug her again.
This is not the first dream I've had of my aunt since she died. In those dreams I have told her how sorry I am that she got sick and I tell her I love her. I think I must finally be processing this loss.
I always used to hear that dreams are our way of processing things - stress, fear, anxiety, joy. There's got to be something to that theory.
Last night I had a series of strange dreams. Most of them felt like a bunch of brief moments all strung together - I was at my friend Megan's house, I was at the library with my niece, I was with some strange man that apparently I either liked or was dating. But then I had another dream that was separate from those others. In it my aunt was alive and she was riding her bicycle on the sidewalk in some suburban neighborhood I had never seen before. She had on a long blond wig, so I almost didn't recognize her, but she saw me and she stopped. I kept asking her what she was doing (because in my mind she had already died). "I'm really starting to feel better", she said. Her body looked different - like how she looked before she ever got sick. She wasn't sickly skinny any longer and her face was full again. She reached out to hug me and I treated her so gently - I didn't want to squeeze her too hard. She got back on her bike and started to leave. "Wait! Wait...come back!", I shouted. It was too late.
I woke up this morning feeling sad and empty. I cried a little before I got out of bed and I am crying now. I miss her. I wish I could hug her again.
This is not the first dream I've had of my aunt since she died. In those dreams I have told her how sorry I am that she got sick and I tell her I love her. I think I must finally be processing this loss.
Apr 3, 2007
So Many Posts In One Day
This might be a record for me - the number of posts I've written in one day. Actually, I don't even know how many I've written today, it might only be two, but it seems like a lot. Besides, I've been composing so many of them in my head as of late - maybe they're all running together.
I sit at home and write this while the wind gusts outside must be over 50 mph. The beautiful rain that started my day has ended and now we are left with a huge drop in the temperature and really high winds (the kind where you have difficulty inhaling when you're walking into the wind). I also have a cat nestled on my lap. Nellie (or as I like to call her "Boo Boo Kitty") has learned my daily patterns when I return home from work. Check the mail. Drink some water. Turn on the computer. She likes to sit on my lap while I read my e-mail and write my posts. The irony of this is that I am not a "cat person" but a "dog person". I married into a family with 2 cats. I have learned to love them and they will be the only cats I love. My theory is that they can sense my love for dogs and they are either a) trying to turn me into a cat person or b) rubbing it in my face that no dogs live in this house.
But I digress...
I stopped at the post office after work to pick up the certified letter that was sent to us by our real estate agency. I know it has to do with the whole earnest money situation, but I'm not sure of the specifics. So it just sits on the kitchen counter mocking me - taunting me to see if I will open it. I can't open it alone. The last time I did something like that was when that a-hole sent his letter demanding his money. I read that one by myself, got incredibly pissed, and then had to stew in my own anger until I could get a hold of someone. I just can't go through that again, so I'm waiting until my husband comes home. Unfortunately, that will be late as he has baseball practice tonight. Crap.
The other day my husband asked me if I really wanted to go through with this fight over the earnest money. I told him that it was up to him - I was tired of making the decisions and writing that stupid letter and just plain thinking about it. He said he would fight until the end, but that he was worried that it was getting to me - I was taking this too hard and it was affecting my moods. I guess that is true. It has been on my mind a lot and it bothers me - I don't want to fight over a few hundred dollars, but I also don't want this guy to get away with it, to think that he can do this to other people. My father always says, "Education is expensive", and I want this guy to learn this very important life lesson. So, we decided to continue to fight, but I could not do this alone. This might sound strange, but in my short 2 years of marriage, this is the first time that I ever felt like I truly needed my husband. I know that I could not fight this without him. I told him that he would have to be the strong one. He gladly accepted that role.
I sit at home and write this while the wind gusts outside must be over 50 mph. The beautiful rain that started my day has ended and now we are left with a huge drop in the temperature and really high winds (the kind where you have difficulty inhaling when you're walking into the wind). I also have a cat nestled on my lap. Nellie (or as I like to call her "Boo Boo Kitty") has learned my daily patterns when I return home from work. Check the mail. Drink some water. Turn on the computer. She likes to sit on my lap while I read my e-mail and write my posts. The irony of this is that I am not a "cat person" but a "dog person". I married into a family with 2 cats. I have learned to love them and they will be the only cats I love. My theory is that they can sense my love for dogs and they are either a) trying to turn me into a cat person or b) rubbing it in my face that no dogs live in this house.
But I digress...
I stopped at the post office after work to pick up the certified letter that was sent to us by our real estate agency. I know it has to do with the whole earnest money situation, but I'm not sure of the specifics. So it just sits on the kitchen counter mocking me - taunting me to see if I will open it. I can't open it alone. The last time I did something like that was when that a-hole sent his letter demanding his money. I read that one by myself, got incredibly pissed, and then had to stew in my own anger until I could get a hold of someone. I just can't go through that again, so I'm waiting until my husband comes home. Unfortunately, that will be late as he has baseball practice tonight. Crap.
The other day my husband asked me if I really wanted to go through with this fight over the earnest money. I told him that it was up to him - I was tired of making the decisions and writing that stupid letter and just plain thinking about it. He said he would fight until the end, but that he was worried that it was getting to me - I was taking this too hard and it was affecting my moods. I guess that is true. It has been on my mind a lot and it bothers me - I don't want to fight over a few hundred dollars, but I also don't want this guy to get away with it, to think that he can do this to other people. My father always says, "Education is expensive", and I want this guy to learn this very important life lesson. So, we decided to continue to fight, but I could not do this alone. This might sound strange, but in my short 2 years of marriage, this is the first time that I ever felt like I truly needed my husband. I know that I could not fight this without him. I told him that he would have to be the strong one. He gladly accepted that role.
The Perfect Day
I awoke this morning to the sound of a steady rain, which made it incredibly difficult to get out of bed and start my day. I was feeling tired and sluggish and wasn't in the mood to get ready for work - I lingered and I lingered.
The storm left the house rather quiet and dark and all I could think about was how this was the perfect day to sit in the over sized, comfy chair near the window and read a book. Then I thought that it would be the perfect day to sit at my desk and write a book. That moment of inspiration was gone when I brought myself back to reality - I had to go to work and write grants in my incredibly warm office.
I hope I can get back that bit of inspiration I had this morning.
The storm left the house rather quiet and dark and all I could think about was how this was the perfect day to sit in the over sized, comfy chair near the window and read a book. Then I thought that it would be the perfect day to sit at my desk and write a book. That moment of inspiration was gone when I brought myself back to reality - I had to go to work and write grants in my incredibly warm office.
I hope I can get back that bit of inspiration I had this morning.
Apr 2, 2007
Have I Said Too Much?
The other day I sent someone an e-mail, and in it I shared some personal details of my life. Personal thoughts. Personal feelings.
I am now overcome with the feeling that I should not have sent it. However, there's nothing I can do about it now, unless I feign some sort of mental illness that set in quite rapidly. Either that or claim it was an April Fool's Day joke.
But it wasn't. Everything I said in that message was the truth.
I am now overcome with the feeling that I should not have sent it. However, there's nothing I can do about it now, unless I feign some sort of mental illness that set in quite rapidly. Either that or claim it was an April Fool's Day joke.
But it wasn't. Everything I said in that message was the truth.
Play Ball!
Today is opening day for the Cubs - only wish I could watch it at work, but at least I can listen to it. So in honor of the first day of what I predict will be a great season for Cubs fans, here's a bit of Harry Caray singing "Take Me Out To the Ballgame". Sorry, Jason. I know this probably makes you mad, but remember, I'm a desperate (and delusional) Cubs fan.
Apr 1, 2007
Baby Steps
It has been a long and painful weekend for me. Yesterday I awoke at 6 AM with a completely unexpected and very painful migraine. I don't need to go into the details, as I seem to be writing about this a lot lately, but I was absolutely beside myself. I ended up needing to go to the ER, but could not drive myself there.
Lots of medication and things are still a bit foggy this afternoon. I went grocery shopping this morning - didn't want to, but HAD to - and I believe that I was still a bit high from the barbituates. I walked through the store very carefully (no idea why I thought I could manage on my new high-heeled boots), trying not to let on that I had no idea what I was doing. Thankfully, I had a list with me and the store was relatively empty. The funny thing about these meds is that I am very aware that I get a high off them, but I don't want anyone else to know, so I end up overcompensating. Sometimes I have a hard time processing what people are saying to me - I really have to listen and focus. I found myself doing this to the guy who was bagging my groceries. He would ask me a question and I would just repeat everything VERY loudly, "Yes! I found everything I was looking for!!!" "Yes, I would like my orange juice in a bag!"I got some strange looks, but really didn't care.
Anyway, this post is not about my headache, but about the fact that I am trying to take baby steps to writing my novel.
I am running into a slight problem. I initially started a book a few months ago - a story that I have begun to sketch out. A few weeks ago, I realized that while I love this story idea, I felt like I was losing steam - I wasn't feeling as attached to it (and my characters) as I was before. I now have a new subject and characters that are running through my head. I feel very close to this story - it just seems to resonate with me, and I know that I could really write from the heart. So what do I do? Do I abandon the original story idea (maybe put it to the side for another day)? I still love this story idea, but it's losing its immediacy. I want to go with the original story because I've already started it, but this new idea is just so fresh in my mind and I think I could write it a lot more easily.
I intended to get something accomplished this weekend (relating to "the novel"), but it looks like not much is going to happen. At least I still have the desire to write.
Lots of medication and things are still a bit foggy this afternoon. I went grocery shopping this morning - didn't want to, but HAD to - and I believe that I was still a bit high from the barbituates. I walked through the store very carefully (no idea why I thought I could manage on my new high-heeled boots), trying not to let on that I had no idea what I was doing. Thankfully, I had a list with me and the store was relatively empty. The funny thing about these meds is that I am very aware that I get a high off them, but I don't want anyone else to know, so I end up overcompensating. Sometimes I have a hard time processing what people are saying to me - I really have to listen and focus. I found myself doing this to the guy who was bagging my groceries. He would ask me a question and I would just repeat everything VERY loudly, "Yes! I found everything I was looking for!!!" "Yes, I would like my orange juice in a bag!"I got some strange looks, but really didn't care.
Anyway, this post is not about my headache, but about the fact that I am trying to take baby steps to writing my novel.
I am running into a slight problem. I initially started a book a few months ago - a story that I have begun to sketch out. A few weeks ago, I realized that while I love this story idea, I felt like I was losing steam - I wasn't feeling as attached to it (and my characters) as I was before. I now have a new subject and characters that are running through my head. I feel very close to this story - it just seems to resonate with me, and I know that I could really write from the heart. So what do I do? Do I abandon the original story idea (maybe put it to the side for another day)? I still love this story idea, but it's losing its immediacy. I want to go with the original story because I've already started it, but this new idea is just so fresh in my mind and I think I could write it a lot more easily.
I intended to get something accomplished this weekend (relating to "the novel"), but it looks like not much is going to happen. At least I still have the desire to write.
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