So I took the plunge and entered a $2000 prize poetry contest. I am waiting on my post to be reviewed. It cost me a buck to enter the contest. I missed that the first time around an even posted this as a free entry contest. By the time I realized it had cost me a buck, I’d spent several hours working on it and didn’t want to let that be wasted time, so I finished working on it and posted it. Now it’s pending review. We’ll see what they say. I’ve read some really bad poetry on there but there was some really good stuff too. So my fingers are crossed when I’m not typing.
If you’d like to see the link to the poem, you can see it here. If you can go there and view it, I think that helps me, but I’m not sure. Can’t hurt anyway. It seems I get something like $6 per 1000 views, from one source and $3.80 per 1000 views from another source, but I’m not sure that’s true yet. I’ll update as soon as I know they pay or know HOW they pay. It sounds interesting if you know how to pull in page views. If it indexes in Google, it could be a real money maker for the right writer. If it doesn’t index in Google and only depends on promotion and internal reads, it’s still not horrible but when it costs 10 bucks per money to be a member, you’re spending more than you’re making. So I don’t know. I’m going to run it through some paces with this contest and see we I can learn. I’ll report back to you as I learn.
DON’T FALL ON ME!
On another note completely, I fell last week. Scared the crap out of me as I came down…. it was slow, like slow motion, and I was thinking in my head, “Don’t land on anything, don’t hit anything, don’t fall on yourself like last time…”
Last time I fell, I shattered my ankle so badly I required surgery to fix it and that was the surgery where they kept me on the ventilator for two days before finally extubating me. It was horrible. I wasn’t going to have to go through that again. So slow descent it was.
But I hit my side under my arm against the wheelchair as I came down. I think I broke a rib, fractured it. It hurts. And of course, I’m out of pain pills. I have requested ones from the doctor’s office, but haven’t hear anything. I requested them before I fell even, because I take pain pills regularly for other pain. But now the aid in the office won’t give my messages to Dr. Scruggs until I send the fall report from Dispatch Health. But I’m not asking for pain meds for the fall. I’m asking for my normal pain medication that I always get. I’ll worry about the fall–I won’t take more than prescribed, but it’s up to me to manage that. Give me my pills!
I’m out of hydroxizine too, which is an anti-itch medication for my psoriasis and I’ve been asking for it for a week as well. This is a bad habit from this doctor’s office. I love the doctor so much but this is a real pain in the ass to deal with the prescription issues. I’ve gone without medication more than once now. My daughter went a week without anti-depressants, same doctor. She was mortified that this had happened, but it seems nothing has changed.
I know you can say, “Well, just ask for them earlier!” but then what happens is they tell me I asked for them too soon and need to call back when the prescription is closer to empty. I feel like I can’t win and it feels almost intentional, like the front desk nurse just doesn’t like me and that’s why I’m going to have this problem. It feels personal. That really sucks to feel like that, but I complained about her once and I feel like this is throwback from that.
Anyway, that’s what’s going on with me. I’m just hanging out trying to hang in there.
I love and need you all.
Love and stuff,
Michelle
