I have talked with my doctor about the incident a couple weeks ago, and just in case anyone has an experience like that (where they seem to be dreaming with a partial awareness of the waking world around them), it’s a good idea to go to the Emergency Room of a hospital so they can run a scan of your brain to see what’s happening. Of course, you won’t drive yourself there. Someone else will drive you. So just let a loved one know this is the protocol if it happens to you. Also, if you know someone who suddenly acts strange for no known reason, it’s a good idea to get them to the ER as well.

On my end, I’ll be doing a CT Scan tomorrow and will also see a neurologist in February to rule out anything serious. I haven’t had an incident since, so it’s possible this won’t happen again, but I’d rather be safe and get tested. We didn’t test my mom early on, and she ended up needing a lung transplant. My father-in-law didn’t get his annual prostate exams and ended up finding the cancer when it was in stage 4. By then, it was too late to help either my mom or him. So I’ve learned to be proactive. This doesn’t eliminate bad things from happening, of course, but I think it increases your chances of having a better outcome in the long run.

Now, the annual physical did reveal a low white blood cell count on my end, so the doctor ran that again, and it’s still low. I will be seeing a Hematologist to see if we can find out what is going on there. From my initial look into things, this situation could stem from a wide range of issues, so I’m not even going to venture a guess on the root cause here. It could be related to what happened a couple of weeks ago, or it could be a separate issue.

I managed to write in two stories one time last week. That put me at 1,000 words total since I do 500 per story. My mind just doesn’t come up with much content like it does with some writers. Some writers can sit and write 5,000 words a day in just one story. I need more time to think of what happens next. I have rushed out stories, and I think I do my best work when I take it slow. But considering all the other stuff I have going on, I have to lower my expectations anyway. There are other things at play in my life, too. I have the deaf son who pretty much needs more support than my other kids who are independent at this point. I help them out when I can. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to turn the “mom” gene off no matter how old they get. Now I understand the sitcoms where the adult son has his mom bringing him chicken noodle soup when he’s sick. And, of course, I have my husband. A relationship needs to be watered in order to thrive. When I start publishing books, my kids weren’t even potty trained yet. I used to think when they were adults, I would have more time to write. That has not turned out to be true. The health stuff has propped up, and when your sons want to talk to you for a while to tell you what’s going on in their lives, you want to listen because you know it’s only a matter of time before they get married and will be busy. I am hoping I’ll get to spend time with grandchildren when they come along. I guess life is always busy in one way or another. It’s just the stage of busy-ness that we all find ourselves. Writing is still something I enjoy, but the older I get, the more I value the time with family and margin the house a home. Writing was a “job” for a good decade for me. Now I’m finding it has become more of a hobby again. As grateful as I am that I actually did make a living with the writing thing (something that was my dream back when I was 13), I am more grateful that I’ve been a wife and mother. God has greatly blessed me. Not to be morbid, but if I were to die tomorrow, my life would be complete. I have no regrets.

On a more uplifting note, I am going to post an update on where I am with my books, but I would like to make a little more progress in them first. 🙂