July 14, 2004

Another day at the farm

I had a Dr appt. Today and then counseling appt. The Dr. Asked how I was I and said I couldn't remember when I'd been better. She said," that's nice, we're going to have to change your medicine. The state is asking me to justify why I'm giving you over the recommended dose of Concerta. I told you this would happen." I asked, "maybe you could tell them because it works?" She wasn't buying that, but it's ok cause I didn't buy the state thing. I know they might eventually come down on her, but she hadn't wanted to raise my dose three weeks ago. She said, "I'll do it but the pharmacy may send you back because it's over the recommended dose." They didn't, I had no trouble getting it filled and in three weeks, with all the scripts that go across their desks, the state notice me, little ole me here in lovely Appalachia was taking more than the recommended dose. So, I had a great three weeks, after working with three Dr's to get my meds adjusted so I could function and I say if it ain't broke, let's fix that baby. Doesn't matter, she won't be here long, she's the third in less than a year so the next one might have me on anti-psychotics instead. I've never have a psychotic episode, but you really get to the point where you don't care what they put you on.
I had a great counseling appt. I love my counselor, she's from India and we talk about all kinds of neat things. Some about me of course, but she tells me about India and she showed today on a map where she was from and some newspapers she had about India. Of course I didn't take my glasses and couldn't see half of it, but still fun. I took her two of my stories I ran off this morning before I went. I just found out our Short Story collection is going to be published yesterday and we are all in shock. It's only been, well not even three months since Michael, a friend of mine at American Zoetrope.com came up with the idea. He threw out an idea that we compile a SS collection and try and market it. We jumped on the idea, bored I guess. But we contributed stories, editing each others work, and then one of the 17 actually found us a publisher. In less than three months.
I talked to my sister today on Yahoo. She had the same comprehension of what was going on as usual. I love her dearly as she does me but she doesn't have a clue about my life, or what I do or how I do it. She said, "I just can't believe your book is going to be published. I always loved that story."
I said, "What are you talking about?"
"The story you wrote about Mom and Sunshine and everything. I always knew you do it Sissy. I'm really proud of you."
"Patty, that's not the story that's being published. I have written probably 30-40 stories since then. And it's not 'my' book."
"What do you mean it's not your book. What was the message you left me last night?"
"Several of us got together at zoe and put together a short story collection. It's called "Emerging voices" right now but I don't know what it will end up as. We are meeting online with the publisher online Friday."
"What story ARE you having published?"
"Surfin's Easier when There's Water Involved."
"I've never read that. Where did it come from?"
"It's about one of 40 you haven't read."
"Well how does this work? I mean, are they going to put all 17 of you on the cover? That's going to be a big book cover."
"Patty, you will open the book and there'll be a table of contents. It will have all the stories listed and the authors. Right now I'm on page 64 but that might easily change in the final edits."
"Sixty-four? You should be on page one. You probably did all the work anyway."
Anyway, no sense going on with that. Right now I'm waiting for my geek friend to get online. I'm just a geek wanna be. She's taught me so much about computers, a little about writing, and a lot about other things.
So it's been a so-so day. I took a nap after I got back from my appts. Doesn't take make to make me tired anymore. I should be working on my antiques site. I have new pictures that need loaded but I'm still feeling foggy. This is my first post. I wonder if I'm suppose to date it? Oh well, today is pretty much like yesterday and I'm sure a lot like tomorrow will be. Cheryl

Posted by Cheryl Crossan on July 14, 2004 3:54 PM