I made all these lovely plans this week. Exercise. Play dates. Putt-putt. A business meeting with my admin with a side of splash pad for the kids and then...I got a cold.
Not just any cold.
This thing has aspirations.
I forgot my place.
I don't get to make plans.
I don't get to be healthy on any kind of regular basis.
What kind of dumb bitch am I to think I can do anything? To think I can count on being able to show up and follow through?
Yeah, it's *just* a cold, but I also *just* finished up the diverticulitis. It's not like I'm coming into this with all this amazing health behind me.
I haven't had a bad cold like this in a while, which makes me wonder if I'm going to go back to catching every little bug around me. This happens every few years or so. I don't know if the bugs mutate and outpace my immune system or if it's some other causative factor but man does it suck.
And now I have to go make sure I have prednisone because this cold might come to that.
PS: Some more on A mazon. I found out half the authors never received the contracts that were promised to them by A mazon's management. They published their stories anyway (whereas I would have walked).
We all spent days wrestling with their upload interface (which is an internal system they use for their imprints, it's not what indies use.). The upload process was so bad, we actually developed a drinking game based on all the glitches!
THEN as if to punish us for our cooperation in the face of their incompetence, they promptly shoved all of our books into the wrong category.
So picture fiction shelved in cookbooks. We weren't coming up properly in their search engine results AND our sales were displacing books that should have been ranking in their category (so they were screwing more authors than just us!). Imagine Nora Roberts' books taking over the entire cookbook category and its bestseller list. That's what A mazon did. Good luck selling any books beyond your fan base! Sheesh!
What a travesty of a project. I will never work with them again. I can't picture a scenario where there's enough money in it for me to subject myself to these people again.
I'm categorized as a severe persistent asthmatic* and I have a history of HPA axis suppression due to steroids used to treat the asthma.
Doctors miss the HPA axis suppression every time and actively fight me on it. I've had am cortisols of 1 and 6 and ACTH of less than 5, yet the doctors still can't get on board. The medical myopia and general lack of adrenal knowledge is horrifying.
How did I ever get diagnosed? I took premed classes for 2 years (during a health upswing) and figured it out.
I thought since previous rounds of suppression have been so well documented, I wouldn't have a problem again. I was wrong.
I've been fighting the current round of Secondary Adrenal Insufficiency since March 2010. It has eviscerated my ability to work and to function as a normal human being. Which sucks since I have a toddler who just wants her momma to play with her.
*eh... I bet it'll go back to moderate persistent, once the excitement of last year's hospitalization dies down.
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