Thinking is dangerous

So I’m lying in bed, thinking about all the bills I gotta pay, watching Sex and the City, when bam! Panic attack kicks my butt! Man these attacks are getting ridiculous, I feel like I have one every night! September can’t come soon enough! For those of you who don’t know I have to wait until late September to see my pain specialist. It would be great to have Carrie Bradshaws life! I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but I haven’t been able to put thoughts to paper, err, thoughts to tablet lol. My life is so uninteresting that there is no way I could write about MY life, I have so many great ideas but I just don’t know where to start. Maybe I should start with a creative writing course at the community college. The hard part is finding a class that I could take online, having fibromyalgia has really debilitated my social life, heck my life in general is so dull, it puts me to sleep! Literally!

Anyways, so I’m still working on this Neverending blanket for my mom, I’m doing the my picot beautiful shells, I feel like it takes forever the further you get into it. I’m going to stop procrastinating and get back to finishing my mom’s blanket so I can work on my step-MILs bday present. Her bday is at the end of august, so I don’t have much time!

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8 thoughts on “Thinking is dangerous

  1. aspooniesmakeupbag says:

    Oh wow, I am so sorry you have to wait so long to see the pain doctor. So happy to see your post dear. I hope by the time you are reading this that you are feeli g a bit better. I was thinking of trying to get back into knitting and crocheting. It’s just that my fibro fog messes with the ability to read a pattern. Good luck on the blanet. Much l9ve and heaps of spoons,
    Nita

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