I’ll be honest, I didn’t even realize yesterday was Thursday. I wasn’t feeling well, but not so bad that I couldn’t have updated, but I was so out of it that I didn’t even realize what day of the week it was. So, happy Friday.
I don’t have a real topic today, so I will tell you a couple things that have been weighing on my mind this week. First of all, there is my health. I set up an appointment for Monday for a surgery consultation. It looks like I will be getting a gastric pacemaker, provided I meet all the criteria. I am both thrilled and terrified. Thrilled because this may mean the end of my five-year long battle with my stomach. Terrified because what if something goes wrong? What if it doesn’t work? I have been trying to keep these questions out of my head all week, but they creep in and cause me to panic. For the first time ever, I actually had to call my doc for a Xanax refill. I’ve had a panic attack every night this week, and it all stems from my health and worries about surgery. Fortunately, Hubs has been wonderful, holding me while I cry I about it, reassuring me that everything will be fine, and reminding me of all the benefits of the surgery. Alas, I remain frightened. I think it’s because I have tried so many things to make myself better and nothing has worked, so I am feeling like this won’t either. Still, I need to do it, I need to hope for it to work, and I need to keep my head about me in the process.
Another thing on my mind, aside from my health, is my chapbook. I sent an inquiry back in October to a publisher that I liked, and they replied in January and asked me to send along my manuscript for review. They said I would hear from them in about three weeks. I initially thought this was sort of a short reply time given that even when I submit singular poems I don’t usually hear back for at least a month. But I figured it’s a small manuscript, so maybe they don’t need that much time.
For the first three weeks, I waited patiently. I reminded myself that no news is good news, and if they read it and didn’t like it, they would get back to me right away. Well now it has been five weeks, and I am on pins and needles. I am maintaining that it is a good sign that it’s taking so long. Perhaps they are deliberating over it because they like it. Perhaps they really like it and are drawing up papers before contacting me. Or maybe they haven’t even read it yet. Whatever the case, I am going crazy waiting. This is my number one choice for publisher, as it is a small company in my city that has produced some poetry books I like. Buffalo is having a poetry renaissance, and I am desperate to be a part of it. When I started going to a local bookstore for poetry nights back in October, I was terrified. My anxiety told me that no one would like my work, that no one would talk to me, that I would be alone and insignificant. I can’t say I don’t still have those feelings, but I push myself to go each month because I am trying to overcome my insecurities. And I will say it gets a little easier each time. I am very much looking forward to this month’s reading, though I am having trouble picking a poem for the open mic segment. I will likely read something from my chapbook, with the hope that putting it out in the universe brings it to life.
The one highlight of my worrisome week is that Sahar is in town. She is one of my dearest friends, and she lives in Kentucky, which I hate. But she’s in town for about a month and we were able to go to lunch. I am hoping to see her many more times before she returns to that hell-state. Like Hubs, she knows just what to do to calm my worrisome head.
So, I walk into this next week with my head held high and my heart full of hope, but also worry. I will see the doc on Monday and figure out what the plan is, and we will go from there. Hopefully my worries will be unfounded, and I can face this surgery with courage.
A girl can dream.