Worst update ever... lol

I almost went to the hospital last night, or in the wee hours of the AM.  i was in crazy pain.  Felt like I was going to hatch an alien monster right out of my solar plexus.  This sounds familiar?  Yeah.  This time last year Aaron had the exact same thing happen, and we did go the ER, they didn't really do much and were never really able to give any solid answers, so that, plus the fact that I am stubborn irish, made me refuse to get out of bed in the middle of a bone-chilling december night and drive to the cess pool that is an emergency room in brockton at that hour of the night in the winter.  No effing thanks.

I took gas x and mylanta and was eventually too exhausted to fight the pain anymore and fell to sleep.  My chest cavity still feels tender today, but I have survived.

However, as a result of my fretful night I am dead on my feet today.   Thank the blessings of fate that my ISS duty was light and pretty easy today!

And Aaron has offered to do dinner, so here I sit, fighting my exhaustion headache and typing my heart out.

I have started reading Eat, Pray, Love.  I am really enjoying it.  The tone, the syntax, her style, and the subject matter all re really grabbing me.

I always get a little discouraged when I read really good writing because it inevitably causes me to hold the mirror up and invariably my own work pales in comparison, so then I'm hard on myself and grumpy and petulant for days.

But nowadays I have only to remind myself that I don't write to be a good writer (though I hope I'm building toward that goal slowly but surely), I write because /i must, because I enjoy it, because I may even, gasp, i may just love to do it.

I'm not in a contest with anyone.  

Ok. headache is going to stop me from further posting.

Night!