Daughter's Ill Health and my Novel.

I'm not superwoman so I am tired this evening. This morning I woke even earlier than usual and wrote 2,000 words of Monday's Child. Next I revised an earlier chapter before checking my e-mails.

I emptied another carton of kitchen paraphernalia and put it on the shelves in my new kitchen cupboards. By then it was time to take my daughter's older son to his gymnastics lesson. He is on the London South East team and is practising for a competition. Her younger son, who is nine, and I had a quick lunch and then returned his books to the library. He wanted to know about Shakespeare so he was delighted to find an informative book about the bard, his plays and poetry. At the moment he is learning about World War I at school and is a keen football player so he chose some books about these subjects.

After I took him home, I put my feet up for an hour and then cooked the evening meal for my daughter and the three children.

She is really suffering - asthma attacks, dreadful migraines and to make matters worse, as I mentioned yesterday  she has either dislocated her shoulder or the cartilage is swollen and wrapped around something. Deep, deep sigh, the anti-inflammatory medication which she should not have been prescribed have upset her entire system and I fear she is becoming dehydrated because she can't keep anything down.

I'm now tapping away on the laptop having put the four year old to bed and will stay at my daughter's house until it is time for the boys to go to sleep. By then, I'll be glad of my own comfortable bed.

Behind my Writing Schedule

Every week I plan my 'writerly' activities. However, as I've posted before, real life often intervenes. My daughter's asthma attacks were decreasing. However she was suffering acute pain in her upper arm and shoulder so she saw a doctor at the emergency surgery. He did not know what was wrong and prescribed anti-inflammatory tablets. My daughter's asthma grew much worse. She then found out the medication is unsuitable for people who suffer from asthma. Back to the surgery today, where she saw another doctor. She has either dislocated her shoulder or the cartilage is swollen and wrapped round a muscle. Anyway, she can't drive so I did the school run and took her to hospital for an x ray.
I've made a huge pot of vegetarian Scotch broth for her and her family, but she doesn't feel like eating because she also has the migraine from hell. If it would help I would cry for her.

School Run and Writing.

My daughter is a little better today but I took her children to school and shall do so tomorrow. However, I slept badly and when I woke my throat was sore and my nose was blocked.  Nevertheless, I managed to finish Chapter Fourteen of Monday's Child. Phew! I've written 50,000 words of a novel I plan to be between 95 and 100 thousand words.