For some reason, I’ve been really tired lately. And I don’t mean that whole lull-in-the-afternoon thing. No, I mean yawning, head-lolling, wonder-if-I-can-stay-awake-to-drive-home kind of fatigue.
This is sooo not me.
After a month or so of this silliness, I decided to go see my doctor. The appointment was today. I LOVE my internist: my appointment was for 9:40. I arrived at 9:20, was ushered back to the room at 9:25. The nurse weighed me, shooting me a look as she made note of the number.
“Hey, I went to Europe okay? Have you tasted the pasta in Rome, the potato-thingies in Prague? And the wine, did I mention the wine?” I whined all the way back to the ice-chamber doctors colloquially call the exam room.
The nurse talked to me for few minutes, jotting notes, then the doctor walked in at 9:37… yes, that would be three minutes EARLY! God love him. And, yes, he’s always like this.
Now, we’ve known each other for a while and, to be honest, we were fast friends from the time we met. His muscles were a bit larger than mine, but we attacked life the same way. And, I expected at least a hint of sympathy from him.
So, he glanced at the clipboard and his nurse’s notes then looked up at me with a sly smile. “So you’re tired, huh?”
“It might help if you learned some restraint.” He arched one eyebrow at me…yes, without one drop of sympathy.
“Have you been lurking on my Facebook page?” I narrowed my eyes at him—this was not going how I thought it would. “Is this your interpretation of a tough-love bedside manner?”
He shot me a smirk. “Seriously, you suffer from a triple Type-A personality. It’s bound to take a toll. You should slow down.”
“What? I need to pay you for advice I get from my mother for free?”
“Did you take her advice?”
Of course not.
Seriously, how can I slow down? I have a book hitting the shelves May 14th, and another one due August 1st…and then there’s the blogging, the Facebooking, the tweeting, the looping, the promoting, the talk shows, the book events, the signings, the traveling, the book clubs, the book groups, the contests, the giveaways, the emails… I’m dying here.
I need help.
You see this whole thing plays into my more-is-better personality. Yes, I’m a believer in all things in excess—which creates all manner of problems. But, this is not the forum. Anyway, clearly, I don’t know where to draw the line, or apparently, how to say “enough.”
I’m sorta new to this writing game, still traversing the learning curve and I am overwhelmed. As a truly social being, I love chatting with everyone, fellow authors, readers, goofy guys from upstate NY, or New Mexico, or D.C. or wherever. And my very supportive publisher is sending me on the road. I can’t wait, but….
You know, I’ve asked God for an extra twelve hours each day, but she hasn’t gotten back to me.
So, my doc listened to my whining with half an ear. Then he drained me of a few pints…said he would look at all the “markers.” But, to be honest, I think he did it just to slow me down.
It worked..for a half-day.
As you read this, I will be in Pittsburgh for the Festival of Mystery sponsored by the Mystery Lover’s Bookshop–it’s an amazing event. Yesterday, I was in Phoenix for cozyCon2 sponsored by the Poisoned Pen Bookstore and the Phoenix Library System. Tomorrow…Texas, then California, then Colorado, then….you get the idea. I love every moment…but still….
So, in this crazy world of writing and reading, living and laughing, and shameless self-promotion, where do you draw the line? And how did you figure out where that line would fall?