Potential Pill Popping Problem

 

POPPING FOIL IS AN END TO SPONTENAITY

Over the past few weeks I've been playing about, at my GP's suggestion, with the dosage of one of my medications.  The one that helps my heart to function reasonably efficiently despite the misfire it has developed.  This resulted in me now taking a lower dosage, which feels like a mildly positive result, but It's still going to be one of three pills I'm taking daily for the foreseeable future.  Getting older can be a bit of a bugger sometimes.

A few years ago I wrote this post about the time I was in Aberdeen, and thought how easy it would have been to pull out my credit card and vanish for a week.  Which I didn't do of course, because I'm not that actually adventurous in reality.  But it has occurred to me that even the option has now been removed.  Not without some level of foresight.  Of carrying a week's worth of pills with me.  I'm not sure what would happen to me if I didn't, but I'd prefer not to find out.  Experimenting with differing doses of bisoprolol in recent weeks has demonstrated just how much I'm affected when the levels of drugs in my system change.  

It's not as if this was something I actually wanted to do.  Yet it still saddens me to realise that I've lost even the possibility of becoming the person that I was never ever going to be anyway!  Crazy, eh?

Story Time

Many years ago I used to write short stories.  Well, I tried to, although most ended up unfinished, or binned because I wasn't happy with them.  In time the urge faded.

Until the past few years, when I felt tempted to give it another go.  The urge was back, but so was the frustration.  Most of my efforts were never completed, and I'd move on to something else instead.  Maybe I needed something to help me focus?

So I set up a blog, called Bits and Pieces (I wrote about it on here back in October 2019), where I could post completed stories and poems.  Which still didn't create the necessary motivation.  In 2021 I undertook a 365 Project, trying to write something every day of the year in response to a daily prompt to creativity.  It didn't result in 365 stories, but I did write something every day.  Not all were fiction, and a couple of them ended up on here as blog posts.  I did end up writing, and mostly completing first drafts of, a lot of stories and poems.   Some of them even seemed, to me, to be half decent.  But were they really?

I find it hard to share my writing.  While I do it primarily for my own pleasure, there's still a nagging voice in my head wondering if anyone else might enjoy anything of what I've created.  Now more of the 365 Project output is on Bits and Pieces.  And I'd be delighted if a few people read what I've put up there, and maybe even commented on what they found.  Negative comments would be even more valuable than positive, as they might help me improve in future.  

The impetus behind me saying this is the posting of what I felt was my best story of 2021.  It;s called Yellow Coat and joins 26 other stories, and 6 poems.  Most are extremely short, barely stories at all, with this latest addition being the longest to date.  

You can find the new story here

And the whole of Bits and Pieces here

Somebody, anybody... talk to me please?