by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I’m kind of spooked at the moment. I have some health problems and I am kind of being left out to dry for no apparent reason. I was told I would get the results of some tests today and…nothing.
Which makes me wonder if maybe whatever was learned from the test is so bad that the doctor in charge won’t sign off on things until I can be told in person that things aren’t looking so great.
And, yet, who the fuck knows.
I could be reading way too much into the delay. And, yet, even if everything is fine, I find myself having something of an existential crisis. I would like to finish my first novel before I die — or become a domestic political refugee when the country collapses — and this not knowing one way or another is really starting to get to me.
It’s one of those things where no matter how things turn out, I’ve been forced to stew in my existential juices for a few days because I don’t know what the fuck is going on.
Hopefully — hopefully — everything is fine and I can keep throwing myself at the novel. Wish me luck.
