So I realize I haven’t had much to say lately and some of you are wondering what’s up. Well, it’s not so much what’s up as what was down, and the answer was me. I came down hard and messed up my knee, tearing something or other and totally messing with my plans.
Now, the more perceptive among you are probably thinking, “So? It’s not like breaking a wrist or something. You don’t need a knee to write.” And that’s true. However, when I got my prescription for the painkillers the nurse said to me, quite sternly, “Don’t drive or work when you take these.” Driving, I get, but work? I’m a writer, what’s the worst I can do, say something stupid? I can do that even without benefit of pharmaceuticals.
But it is true that my gimpiness slows me down to a painfully annoying degree, so everything I do takes much longer, leaving less time for things like blogging. Yeah, it’s a lame excuse (sorry, couldn’t pass that one up), but at the moment it’s all I’ve got. Well, that and the sometimes excruciating pain in my knee that knocks any creative thought clean out of my head.
Still, it could be much worse. I seem to be slowly getting better, my physical therapist is cute, and everyone has been very nice to me. Things don’t always go the way we want them to. Regardless, God is good, all the time. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for my meds.