Week of Stuff

This week is going to be busy. I'll be writing down so many notes and reminders that the house will look like a notebook exploded.

I met with the disability lawyer, Mitch. We talked for a while. He said that while there will probably be a denial at first, he would definitely appeal and most likely win. He said that the local judges are very kind and medically knowledgeable and would take me very seriously. And I could still find part-time work. I signed all the forms and became Mitch's latest client. He played with Jupiter and Rose and said they were adorable. I told him they often looked out for me and warned me of symptoms. He said that was great. He wants me to see my doctors more often, and I agreed. I've been proud and stubborn about trying to take care of myself on my own. I also have to find a new neurologist, since Dr. Friedman doesn't take my current insurance.
Luckily, I found a new neurologist. I'm seeing her tomorrow. Charlotte offered to drive me, which is fantastic, since I would have needed to take a bus, a quick train ride, and another bus. But I think Dr. Lin will be worth the trip. Also, I made an appointment to see my physician, Dr. O'Conor, on Thursday.

Shortly after the attorney left, I got a phone call. A woman from the National Academy of Science was calling about a possible copyediting job. I had contacted her in 2010, on the advice of a friend of my mother's. My mom's friend worked at the National Academies and had told Mom that they were looking for proofreaders and copyeditors. He did say that it would take a few months for them to get back to me. So, the woman will be sending me some pages to proofread as a test to see how my skills are. If she decides that we can work together, she might hire me as a freelance copyeditor. She did love my resume. I'm currently researching copyediting and the National Academies so I know what to expect. I've no idea if this will work out, but if it does I will be very happy.

I've been crying on and off all day. I think that's my default emotional reaction to everything. It feels cleansing, but exhausting.

Adam is now in Las Vegas. I will see him probably Sunday.

Week of Stuff

This week is going to be busy. I'll be writing down so many notes and reminders that the house will look like a notebook exploded.

I met with the disability lawyer, Mitch. We talked for a while. He said that while there will probably be a denial at first, he would definitely appeal and most likely win. He said that the local judges are very kind and medically knowledgeable and would take me very seriously. And I could still find part-time work. I signed all the forms and became Mitch's latest client. He played with Jupiter and Rose and said they were adorable. I told him they often looked out for me and warned me of symptoms. He said that was great. He wants me to see my doctors more often, and I agreed. I've been proud and stubborn about trying to take care of myself on my own. I also have to find a new neurologist, since Dr. Friedman doesn't take my current insurance.
Luckily, I found a new neurologist. I'm seeing her tomorrow. Charlotte offered to drive me, which is fantastic, since I would have needed to take a bus, a quick train ride, and another bus. But I think Dr. Lin will be worth the trip. Also, I made an appointment to see my physician, Dr. O'Conor, on Thursday.

Shortly after the attorney left, I got a phone call. A woman from the National Academy of Science was calling about a possible copyediting job. I had contacted her in 2010, on the advice of a friend of my mother's. My mom's friend worked at the National Academies and had told Mom that they were looking for proofreaders and copyeditors. He did say that it would take a few months for them to get back to me. So, the woman will be sending me some pages to proofread as a test to see how my skills are. If she decides that we can work together, she might hire me as a freelance copyeditor. She did love my resume. I'm currently researching copyediting and the National Academies so I know what to expect. I've no idea if this will work out, but if it does I will be very happy.

I've been crying on and off all day. I think that's my default emotional reaction to everything. It feels cleansing, but exhausting.

Adam is now in Las Vegas. I will see him probably Sunday.

Week of Stuff

This week is going to be busy. I'll be writing down so many notes and reminders that the house will look like a notebook exploded.

I met with the disability lawyer, Mitch. We talked for a while. He said that while there will probably be a denial at first, he would definitely appeal and most likely win. He said that the local judges are very kind and medically knowledgeable and would take me very seriously. And I could still find part-time work. I signed all the forms and became Mitch's latest client. He played with Jupiter and Rose and said they were adorable. I told him they often looked out for me and warned me of symptoms. He said that was great. He wants me to see my doctors more often, and I agreed. I've been proud and stubborn about trying to take care of myself on my own. I also have to find a new neurologist, since Dr. Friedman doesn't take my current insurance.
Luckily, I found a new neurologist. I'm seeing her tomorrow. Charlotte offered to drive me, which is fantastic, since I would have needed to take a bus, a quick train ride, and another bus. But I think Dr. Lin will be worth the trip. Also, I made an appointment to see my physician, Dr. O'Conor, on Thursday.

Shortly after the attorney left, I got a phone call. A woman from the National Academy of Science was calling about a possible copyediting job. I had contacted her in 2010, on the advice of a friend of my mother's. My mom's friend worked at the National Academies and had told Mom that they were looking for proofreaders and copyeditors. He did say that it would take a few months for them to get back to me. So, the woman will be sending me some pages to proofread as a test to see how my skills are. If she decides that we can work together, she might hire me as a freelance copyeditor. She did love my resume. I'm currently researching copyediting and the National Academies so I know what to expect. I've no idea if this will work out, but if it does I will be very happy.

I've been crying on and off all day. I think that's my default emotional reaction to everything. It feels cleansing, but exhausting.

Adam is now in Las Vegas. I will see him probably Sunday.

Week of Stuff

This week is going to be busy. I'll be writing down so many notes and reminders that the house will look like a notebook exploded.

I met with the disability lawyer, Mitch. We talked for a while. He said that while there will probably be a denial at first, he would definitely appeal and most likely win. He said that the local judges are very kind and medically knowledgeable and would take me very seriously. And I could still find part-time work. I signed all the forms and became Mitch's latest client. He played with Jupiter and Rose and said they were adorable. I told him they often looked out for me and warned me of symptoms. He said that was great. He wants me to see my doctors more often, and I agreed. I've been proud and stubborn about trying to take care of myself on my own. I also have to find a new neurologist, since Dr. Friedman doesn't take my current insurance.
Luckily, I found a new neurologist. I'm seeing her tomorrow. Charlotte offered to drive me, which is fantastic, since I would have needed to take a bus, a quick train ride, and another bus. But I think Dr. Lin will be worth the trip. Also, I made an appointment to see my physician, Dr. O'Conor, on Thursday.

Shortly after the attorney left, I got a phone call. A woman from the National Academy of Science was calling about a possible copyediting job. I had contacted her in 2010, on the advice of a friend of my mother's. My mom's friend worked at the National Academies and had told Mom that they were looking for proofreaders and copyeditors. He did say that it would take a few months for them to get back to me. So, the woman will be sending me some pages to proofread as a test to see how my skills are. If she decides that we can work together, she might hire me as a freelance copyeditor. She did love my resume. I'm currently researching copyediting and the National Academies so I know what to expect. I've no idea if this will work out, but if it does I will be very happy.

I've been crying on and off all day. I think that's my default emotional reaction to everything. It feels cleansing, but exhausting.

Adam is now in Las Vegas. I will see him probably Sunday.

Turn The Inner Eye

I am reciting the Litany Against Fear speech from "Dune" over and over in my mind.
You know the one: "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
It's very helpful so far. I don't even know what I'm afraid of. It's just there, this nameless thing, pressing close and grinning and clicking its claws.
I'm grateful for so many things. I'll recite those in my head, pushing back against the fear creature.

Turn The Inner Eye

I am reciting the Litany Against Fear speech from "Dune" over and over in my mind.
You know the one: "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
It's very helpful so far. I don't even know what I'm afraid of. It's just there, this nameless thing, pressing close and grinning and clicking its claws.
I'm grateful for so many things. I'll recite those in my head, pushing back against the fear creature.

Turn The Inner Eye

I am reciting the Litany Against Fear speech from "Dune" over and over in my mind.
You know the one: "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
It's very helpful so far. I don't even know what I'm afraid of. It's just there, this nameless thing, pressing close and grinning and clicking its claws.
I'm grateful for so many things. I'll recite those in my head, pushing back against the fear creature.

Turn The Inner Eye

I am reciting the Litany Against Fear speech from "Dune" over and over in my mind.
You know the one: "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
It's very helpful so far. I don't even know what I'm afraid of. It's just there, this nameless thing, pressing close and grinning and clicking its claws.
I'm grateful for so many things. I'll recite those in my head, pushing back against the fear creature.