Paying the Piper

I'd say that the last few months have been easy, without incident and happy.

I'd be lying.

I've accomplished a lot.  If you couldn't tell, I write.  I have a number of blogs AND I've finished a manuscript for my first novel and am seeking representation AND I work full-time AND see to the welfare of my senior parent AND trying to maintain a balance.

I'll be the first to admit I've dropped a few balls along the way.  My body rebelled.  I pushed to far and paid the price.

Here is the hard part.  I still don't 'look sick' according to people who are around me.  How do I explain to them looking sick has nothing to do with the body aches, the headaches, joint pain and debilitating exhaustion.  And let's not forget weird rashes.  And my particular favorite, my particular blessing,  reoccurring shingles.

I find ways to soldier through it all. I have to.  I rest when and where I can.  The rub is, only I can pay my bills, put food on my table and kibble in my dog's bowl.

I'm living on a deferred payment plan and if I am not careful, the bill will come due in full.