I’m having a tough time writing today. I keep finding topics that I think I can write about. I get a few lines in, and then I just can’t seem to get any further.
I’ve tried changing topics. I’ve tried diverting my attention, finding something else to do, then coming back. Nothing seems to work. It’s annoying and frustrating.
I’m thinking I’m feeling pressured because I haven’t posted in 3-4 weeks. And the stressed voices in my head are yelling, “Just write SOMETHING!!!”
But that’s not how I should be looking at it; that’s not how I want to look at writing. I don’t want to write something just to post anything so I can check the box. I want to continue to write at the same quality I have been and keep you all interested in my crazy world of weird.
So where does this take us? Does it give me a topic to write about?
Not really…
I wish I was on vacation or somewhere fun over the past few weeks, but I was not.
One of those weeks, I was in the hospital, where I was diagnosed and treated for rhabdomyolysis. It was caused by one of my meds.
Rhabdomyolysis is rare. And so am I.
So maybe the rare illness was attracted to the rareness of my personage? I don’t know, I guess it’s possible, right?
I know I’ve said at least once or twice that weird things happen to me.
And I think this qualifies.
But this is not my first health-related weird experience.
I have fourteen allergies. I thought 14 was a bit on the high side, but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal until a doctor commented, “Wow, that’s a lot of allergies!”
So I’m guessing the 14 allergies are just one more of my weirds.
And then there was the time my skin almost sloughed off…
Years ago, when I started a new med, the doctor and the pharmacist told me that if I developed a rash while on the med, I needed to stop it immediately and call the office.
You probably won’t be surprised to find out I woke up a few days later with a rash.
If you guessed a rash was the first sign that I could lose my skin, you are correct! A rare reaction to the med could cause your skin to slough off.
Thankfully, I stopped the med in time and kept my skin. I cannot even imagine how gross and painful that would be.
Weird health issues are not a new thing for me. I started young. First grade, in fact. It was a few weeks from the end of the school year, and I had just turned 6.
I caught chickenpox. I got it at school from Mark, the boy who sat next to me. (Weird that I still remember that, right?)
When I was a kid, if you had chickenpox, you couldn’t go back to school until all the pox were scabbed over.
When my chickenpox were all scabbed over, my Mum took me back to the doctor to see if I could return to school. The doctor wrote a note and told my Mum I could go back to school the following day.
Great, right?
Yeah, no.
I woke up the next morning covered in chickenpox, so I could not return to school.
I could not return to first grade…I never did return to first grade.
The school year ended while I was out with chickenpox.
The doctor thought I’d had a mild case the first time and had somehow been reinfected. That was a great theory until I developed mild cases of chickenpox as an adult.
Twice!
So I have had chickenpox a total of four times. Three of those times were confirmed by a doctor.
I would have been perfectly fine just having it twice…or maybe even once. Twice was weird enough. I didn’t need the extra two times.
It’s a bit much.
I’ve decided I’m officially done collecting weird medical or health-related issues. I’m putting my foot down. I’m not tolerating any more of this craziness. I’m just getting too old for this.
I’m not sure declaring my unwillingness to continue developing weird medical stuff is really going to change anything.
But I’ll keep you posted.
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