Welcome to Monday, everyone. While I generally loathe all things Monday, today I am relatively glad the weekend is over. It has been a long one.
My hubby has been writhing in pain all weekend because of a cracked wisdom tooth (or at least one really far in the back, considering we're not sure if he is even old enough to have his wisdom teeth yet). Because of this, he has been spending the entire weekend relatively confined to his bed, living on heavy doses of Ibuprofen and some antibiotics that his mom had and trying to distract himself with DVDs of 24 and That 70's Show. (He must have been REALLY in pain, because he didn't even fight when I asked him to watch The Lost Boys with me, in spite of the bad acting and the ridiculous 80s-ness of it all.) We called the St. Johns emergency room, but they basically told us that they could do nothing for him; and most dentists are closed on the weekends - ironically, even the ones who advertise "emergency services." I guess it is the general assumption of the dental professional community that people do not have dental emergencies outside of M-F business hours? Even still, we don't have insurance, and are relatively low income, so most dentists wouldn't see him anyway. Bearing this in mind, he had to call off work Saturday and Sunday, much to the dismay of his employer, who didn't seem to be very empathetic about him missing work.
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To top this off, I've been very sick myself lately - though it's nothing really describable or tangible. I just feel very flu-like, which has been holding me hostage all weekendâ¦and the type of person that I am gets very irritated when I am too sick to do anything useful. The dishes and laundry and editing and co-authoring and other projects went completely unattended this weekend, and it irritates me that I wasn't more capable of getting anything done. I spent the weekend on the couch drinking peppermint tea and trying to kill my aches and pains with aspirin. I did manage to get out for a bit on Saturday to go to the library and get some shoes at the thrift store, but other than that, I was in a miserable funk of pain and fatigue. I'm sure it has something to do with stress and/or hormones. Neither of which I can eliminate completely.
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That being said, however, things are looking up a bit today. Thanks to amazing generosity of an unnamed source whom we love dearly (I'm not sure if they would want to be mentioned or not), Joey is going to have some relief for his tooth. His mom called in a favor with her family dentist, who will be seeing him in a few minutes. Hopefully, they'll just yank it out and equip him with subsequent cotton balls and painkillers. Having been through a couple really bad issues with infected wisdom teeth myself, I can't explain how great it feels for them to be eliminated completely. I still have two of mine waiting ominously in the back of my mouth to start irritating me.
And, the other good news of the day is that my efforts to pick up some new editing clients have been somewhat successful. In addition to getting a new contract for Canadian author Otto Wiche today, I would like to extend a thank you to the following presses and publishers for offering to graciously "pass my name around" to authors who may want a pre-publication edit:
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Also, mega thanks to Paul Mould Publishing (http://www.gazellebookservices.co.uk/Marketing/Publisher%20Pages/Trade%20publishers/PAUL%20MOULD%20PUBLISHING%20(UK).htm), for sending me a packet of information about their publishing services and a couple of samples of their books. Considering the quality of the work Paul sent to me, I highly suggest anyone who is looking for a publisher to contact Mr. Mould at p.mould@yahoo.com - he is on the prowl for American writers, and I'm sure you'd be pleased with the results! Be sure to tell him Autumn Conley sent you!
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So, while the weekend was not exactly the best one of our lives, I at least have a couple of bright spots today, knowing that my hubby is getting the help he needs, and my efforts to advertise my editing are starting to render some results. Now, if I can just find a permanent full-time job that pays more and is closer to my house, lose 150 lbs., hire a maid, win the lottery or find a bag of unclaimed money along the curb so I can buy Cissy all her school supplies and replenish her wardrobe, and write a best seller with Wes, my life would be relatively in order. But then, I might miss the stress and hormones, huh?
â¦and so I ranâ¦
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