Life Gets Shitty Sometimes

This month is November and we all know what that means: NaNoWriMo.

Just like previous years before me, I am participating in the insanity and creating a novel from an idea that I had fleshing out for quite some time. I even set myself up for a higher goal then I had ever written, 65,000 words. I was writing about 2,200 words a day and doing great.

Until this Monday, November 5th.

The night before, I had been getting some inner ear pains and thought it would just be a simple ear infection. The next day I woke up to the worst headache in the world, my sinuses were all plugged up and my throat was as sore and it could get. I chalked it up to a cold. I went to school Monday because I had afterschool responsibilies. Tuesday, despite feeling just as bad as the day before, I went to school to hand in a couple projects that were due on Wednesday, knowing that once that was done, I could stay home from school on Wednesday.

Today is Wednesday and I am home, thankfully.

Last night, my mom took me to the doctor's to see if my ear pain was an ear infection or just symptoms of my cold. Most of my cold had shifted to chest congestion and hoarse coughing. The doctor told me that I had the symptoms of an upper respiratory infection. She couldn't tell if it was being caused by a virus or bacteria, so she prescribed me some antibiotics just to be safe and told me to get a few other over the counter medications to help alleive my symptoms.

Now, on Monday, I felt like crap so that night I did not write anything, simply going to straight to bed. Last night, despite my best efforts, I only wrote 784 words. That leaves me 3,616 words to write on top of my 2,200 words I write each day.

If that didn't leave me frustrated, then the information I got about a half an hour after I went to bed last night surely wouldn't help.

On Tuesday November 6th, 2012, my great-grandfather on my mother's side, passed away. He was 97 years old, so we knew that it was only a matter of time before he would die. He had severe dementia, recognizing no one and spending most of his time sleeping. Even with seeing it coming, it was a hard blow to our family.

So far, no plans have been set in stone, but I do know that I will be having to push back writing for those days that I will be spending time with my family and trying to get over my illness. In an already difficult month, the hardships just keep building and there's no way to prevent them from happening.

I hope you all are having a better month than I am.