After four days of whatever is going around I back on a writing schedule

The main reason I hate being ill it my inability to set in from of a computer for more the thirty minutes. Now this may not be a problem some writers, but with me it is a different story. This is why, I sit and type for thirty minute then I go lay down and sleep for three hours. If I have the dry heavy, the way I did Thursday evening and most of Friday, then it means the thirty minutes I could at the computer I am sitting on the bed wishing I had eaten something before I laid down; even though I and everyone else knows I could have kept any food down anyway.

Then there is the problem of being ill and unattached on Valentines Day. On Friday afternoon, I was feeling better (not 100% my self, but better), so I decided to go to the supermarket and purchase some much needed item which included ginger ale and low potassium chicken soup. I managed to get to my care with an attack of the dry heaves, unfortunately that is as far as I got. I sit in the car for five minutes waiting for them to pass. The attack passed and I was able to get to the grocery store and back home without incident.

I parked the car in front of my apartment and, with the help of some neighbor children, got the groceries into the house. I then drove my car to my parking place in back of the building, got into my apartment, and laid down for another three hour nap. On Saturday morning, I got up and fixed myself some chicken soup, but managed to eat only half a bowl before giving up the idea of eating and writing. I laid down for another long nap before getting ready for a fund raiser I had to attend that evening.

I attended the fund raiser, sit through the prayers and musical program without a problem, but I could not eat anything there. Someone was kind enough to fix me a plat to go, which I ate today. On the way home I god lost, now I know I have a lousy sense of direction; however, I can usually figure out how I get lost. Not this time, I turned on Fremont and somehow ended up farther down on East Charleston. I made a u-turn, drove back to Eastern and managed to get myself safely home.

I spent most of Sunday sleeping and catching up on work that had to be finished before 11:59 pm Eastern Time. Once everything was completed I went back to bed and did not wake up until 8:00 am this morning. At this moment I still do not know if I took my thyroid pill when I got up, I probably did, but I cannot remember taking it, which mean I'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to take it.

My June Writing Schedule

I am not writing much in the morning any more. It takes between thirty minutes and an hour to get Mom out of bed and into the living room in the morning. Then after Mom is in the living room, I have to convince her to take her medication, which is usually difficult. Mom does not think she needs the medication.

Then there is the process of getting Mom ready to go to the daycare center. Fortunately, the hospice sends a C.N.A. to bath Mom so that she can go to daycare. Once Mom is out the door, I have to get ready and go to my appointments or do the shopping. Mornings are no longer a good time for me to write. Usually the only thing I have time to do online is check the bank accounts.

I am going to schedule my writing in the afternoons before Mom gets home from daycare and again in the evening after she goes to bed. I am not sure how much I will write or be able to post, but at this point that is the only way I can see to do it. I am also considering posting to this blog every other day rather then every day. If I do not change my schedule, I will not get anything written or any housework accomplished.

Daytime Writing and my writing schedule

I am going to change my writing schedule. I cannot write during the day anymore, no I have not became a vampire. Morning and afternoon writing is becoming stressful. My mother has Alzheimer's disease and short-term memory issues. Mom misplaces things and gets angry when she cannot find them, so I have to help her find whatever she has lost.

This morning she lost her bra. This morning I realized that I would rather have housework interrupted then writing. I am changing my writing schedule to late afternoon and evening. Mom still misplaces items, but she can find the stuff easier and she does not get as angry.