Writing (The Agenbite of Inwit, perhaps?) Frenetically
October 8, 2015 at 2:06 am Leave a comment
That–the writing part, that is–is what I’ve been doing. Not e-mail, which I increasingly regard with dubiety (since it’s impersonal almost without exception) nor cruising the net. My cat is even feeling neglected.
One part of writing is that soldier (or whatever participant and in whatever War) who is lost within it–confused within that very common problem we orphans have of finding any sort of identity. Note I didn’t say “combined” nor did I mean to do so.
I’m also working toward publishing poetry for the first time in forty years. It’s daunting to start.
I’m also considering if I should try for college especially since given the statistics I shouldn’t hope for a whole lot longer. However, the company would be nice and would distract me nicely me from the constant pain.
The painkillers will never increase in this country. I bet I can’t leave this country unless I divorce my wife or she’s dead. She has finally said differently, but it would be very hard for her. Going to Canada would also mean leaving my cat in one way or another I’m rather sure. Since she’s crushed if I go for too long a drive, it would mean putting her to sleep. 14 years is a long time for a pet, and I think she’s earned her place.
As far as the pain goes, well, it’s more than I can stand. Now think about that, and my alternatives.
Wish me luck.
Entry filed under: Chronic Pain and alternatives, writing. Tags: belief, chronic pain, writing.
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