It's been a rough week.
My pain level went from about an 8 on a scale from 1 to 10 to somewhere around 12 and decided to hang out there.
Paperwork and red tape and circuitous logic from the insurance companies I'm dealing with is making my head swim, and believe me my head is swimming enough with some of the medication they've got me on.
All of this with the book deadline approaching, and a return to the day job looming on the not so far away horizon.
Thee honest truth? I need to be on a beach somewhere. Like, for the rest of my life. But I don't get that life I get this one, and once I'm over this hump I'll make the most of it. It's just slow going right now.
Thanks for listening to me whine. I promise, we'll get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.