Hi, it’s Sher today with the Insecure Writers Support Group., thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh. How that title for strange? I’ll explain after I spread the good news. Today is a big day for IWSG. I don’t know what news because I’m writing this Tuesday, but check out the links above and visit this month’s hosts to find out:
Our co-hosts for September are:
Heather M. Gardner http://hmgardner.blogspot.com/
Christine Rains http://christinerains-writer.
Dolorah at Book Lover firstname.lastname@example.org
Julie Flanders http://julieflanders.blogspot.
Murees Dupé http://www.mureesdupe.com/
Now for my insecurities. I do have some this month. What if my next stomach surgery doesn’t work? It’s finally scheduled for my birthday, Sep 15th, over 6 months since my hiatal hernia repair messed up my stomach so I started throwing up and losing weight. Will I ever get back to writing? I can’t concentrate long enough to do much work, so I’ve been referring out editing jobs lately.
On the plus side, I’ve read a few good books and written reviews on all but the last one. It’s a good thing reading isn’t a race or I’d lose. I’m just happy if I can pay attention an hour or so at a time.
Oh wait, I guess I forgot to explain my title. Well, our chickens have pox, but it’s called Fowl Pox or Avian Pox, not contagious to humans. A couple adults have gotten really sick and have to be syringe fed, and a bunch of chicks died from some secondary infection spread by the sick adults, we think. Poor Groucho below didn’t make it because he died so unexpectedly, but the chick on the back left made it because we saw her acting sick and got her the right medicine in time.
We’re not sure if one adult is going to pull through. Whether her slump, about 2 weeks now, is due to the secondary infection or depression, I don’t know, but I’m not giving up. I started the antibiotic that saved the last 2 chicks of a younger group of 12.
It was terrible to not be able to tell who was sick until the next morning when another died. Finally, we saw one gasping for breath and narrowed it down to a respiratory infection, so we were able to start the right antibiotic. Caring for the chickens has kept me from feeling sorry for myself through my own ordeal.
And now for the second half of the title. Ice cream and soup are the main things I can eat and hold down. As I got more desperate, I’ve even bought the expensive stuff. Talenti. Haagen Daaz. An ice cream diet would be a dream come true if it didn’t hurt to eat. Besides, the more weight I lose, the harder it is to stay warm. I wear sweaters and jackets when the temp hits 75 or lower. We live in Florida, so it’s hot outside, but I wear socks or slippers in the house, even to sleep.
That’s it, so I hope the title makes sense now: Chickens, Pox, Ice Cream, and Socks. Mainly, I just like to rhyme. And woo-hoo! I just wrote a short story, sort of, one of my goals this year.
Now what’s your insecurity? Or how have you solved one?