Booo. Am feeling crabby. A bit of a sore throat, a disorganized room and numb feet have got me down. As did this conversation with my podiatrist:
Him: So when did the numbness start?
Him: I see. And it started when?
Me: April. It started in April.
Him: Ah. So in the fall?
Me: April. In the early spring, or late winter.
Him: So in June?
And then later -
Me: I'm also being tested for MS, in case the problem isn't mechanical.
Him: So how long have you had MS?
Me: Well, I might not... At least I hope not... I'm just being tested.
Him: So for a while then? When were you diagnosed?
(He makes a note that I have MS. I resist the urge to kill.)
I AM NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU! I had this conversation with a medical professional. Someone who is supposed to make me feel better. Now I have a pair of orthopedic shoes and (supposedly) a new pair of orthodics coming my way. Shall we take bets whether or not I'll show up and he'll hand me two baby ducks instead? Maybe he thinks I have a numb beak?
I did, however, attend a very nice songwriting class last night with the amazing Lynn Miles. It's kind of strange to have her as my teacher, since I've seen her perform in front of thousands and thousands of people before. It was good to hear her suggestions for songwriting when I explained that I have caught a case of writer's block. And it's not even that I have a block, it's just that my old songwriting system doesn't work anymore. I used to sit in my room in a mostly empty house, and play around on the guitar until I had a song. I would be in a zone. And it was a good, quiet place.
But now I live in a house with many people, and I share a room with my darling BH. This is all fine, except that I never get my "zone" anymore. There is always someone around. Someone wandering into my space. Someone listening. It makes it hard to write. Maybe I should rent a big storage locker and write in there. Anything to get my zone back.
She suggested I get a new guitar. I love her.