I couldn’t fall asleep last night. Even though I was completely exhausted from staying up the night before to do the edits, I just couldn’t seem to shut down.
When I did manage to fall asleep I dreamed I was mixing cement in some sort of giant mixer. I don’t actually know what I was tossing in there, but I just kept pouring and mixing. Apparently my mother was there and she warned me to stop before it was too late, but in the end I ruined it and a man came and took whatever I’d come up and threw it away.
Yeah, no inner message *THERE* or anything.
Still. I’m trying not to think on the edits much and turn back to writing book 3. Which apparently needs a title. Like now.
Also ended up with another round of shots in the spine today. After 20 of the little numbing shots, I gave up counting, but for some reason it really hurt this time around. Doc says I need to get another MRI because he’s beginning to suspect some of the newer pain issues cropping up may be disc related. So if they see anything funky there, this may turn into another surgery situation, which would suck massively. (Or some procedure where they start actually injecting the disc(s) in question directly. Which would also suck massively. Guess I’ll find out after the MRI. Can’t worry about it too much until then, anyway.)
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