Two Days Gone
I have, effectively, been MIA for the past two days. Not really MIA as the people who need to know where I am and what I am doing have known both (e.g. Erin and codename: CAMPER). However, when it comes to the website, and for at least one class, I have (unfortunately) been MIA. In part this was due to me not feeling well. The backache turned into what I can only describe as FLU and the FLU was symptomatic of the uvula and throat being all swollen and red and on fire… truth told, they are still a bit swollen and still on fire whenever I try to swallow things. The sad thing, though, is that Erin is showing signs of whatever I had (after hurting my back) and codename: CAMPER might also be a little on the side of not feeling well. The combination of several sick people is not the greatest of events in ones life.
Illness has not been the only reason I’ve been MIA. This week something that should’ve been benign decided to blow up into a full-blown mess. What does this mean? Well, I’ve thought about going into a great deal of detail on what it means and have struggled with my feelings on the matter and since this is rather vague and I’ve not come to any real conclusion as to what I should do, I will not turn vague into exacting detail and just say that relationships have a tendency to require new definitions and those definitions may not always be comfortable for different people. Truth told, I think that is saying way too much.
For those who care, though, my back is feeling better. Still a bit weak. But I was able to tote codename: CAMPER out to the car last night and put his car seat into the base. I have also been able to get off the muscle relaxers and the heavy painkillers. One of those those things that I know I hate, and I realize it whenever I am standing in front of a doctor and he is telling me that he is prescribing things like painkillers or muscle relaxers so that I can heal, and I am thinking, “The important thing for me is to think,” and then realizing that I am not exactly thinking clearly because I hurt too much (and Erin is freaked out because I don’t cry and the pain is bad enough that I can’t stop myself from crying) and I need to heal in order to think clearly so I allow the doctor to give me painkillers and muscle relaxers and then three or four days later get mad because my mind is cloudy and feels as though someone stuffed a bunch of cotton up my nose and into my ears and nothing seems to make a lot of sense and I cannot clearly think about what I need to or study or even pay sufficient attention to my wife or child and then I get mad and stop taking painkillers and muscle relaxers in order to move forward with what I am meant to be doing. And as for long run-on sentences, I think that last one was pretty good. Though, I think in the run-on it gets my point sufficiently across to you that things have felt a bit hectic of late.
With all of that said, I think I am doing better. The doctor told me to exercise my abdomen which will, in turn, strengthen my back. I think that will get to start next week. On top of which, our moving plans are moving forward as the landlords have now officially rented the place to someone else after we leave in December and that someone else has decided they want different pieces of furniture we decided we didn’t want and wrote us a check. Erin’s auntie is flying out to help with codename: CAMPER and to help us drive from here to Massachusetts, which is very nice of her and we are looking forward to it. She is coming out with enough time, and I think expectations, to help pack up the house and get things into the moving truck, which in turn should be a load of fun. At some point in my life I would love to have someone else pay for my moves and do most of the heavy lifting. Of course, at present, I would also love to have a job before we move rather than waiting until we get to Massachusetts and finding a job. On the sad side of things, the job I wanted and was trying to get was taken off the table because the education budget for the state of Massachusetts has been reduced which means the budget for the university I was applying to has been reduced by about $12 million, which then means that the regent of the school has decided that all job searches are now terminated (and they will contact me if and when they can start the hiring process again to see if I am still interested in the job).
Speaking of universities and colleges, I have written about twelve pages of what I think is a pretty solid sample piece for different MFA-Writing programs. This is good news and as I’ve said (in the past) I intend, at some point, to put things up at http://www.johnhattaway.com/story/ for people to peruse. In this case, though, there will probably be a WARNING to people if it goes up there for content and language and some other things that (I now understand) may be offensive to people. Regardless, lets hope that now that I feel a bit better and Erin is (potentially) involved in the editing process that things might happen.
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