And the weather has made staying in and writing a reasonable-seeming thing to do. :P
I have rewritten and edited the first thirteen chapters of the first volume of my Witherwild trilogy. It would be great to get the whole thing revised by year's end, so I can move on with book two, which is about halfway done. I make myself no promises, though. Life is too full of surprises, both nasty and good.
For years, I have become increasingly sensitive to sun exposure, especially on my head, and this summer saw me developing even worse reactions. I cannot stand to have direct sunlight on my scalp, notably on my hair part, more than a couple of seconds. I finally went to see the doctor after walking 12 meters with my head uncovered left me with a headache that last two days. Not a headache, really, more like the feeling of a sun- or cigarette-burn (yes, my parents were smokers; yes I got burned many times by a careless smoker), very intense, very localized.
The doctor did not send me to a dermatologist like I thought she would. Instead she ordered blood tests, a brain and sinus scan (remember the tooth saga? I'll come back to that in a minute), and she is going to try to get me an appointment with an internist. I got the bloodwork back: my thyroid and cholesterol numbers are a little high, and my MCHC levels are a tad low. I don't really think my scan is going to show anything, and despite my changing shampoo (just in case, and I never use hair products), the crown of my head is still sensitive, if not painful, and this after 2 weeks of no sun-exposure. My tooth caused some ear problems, too, which kind of faded, but then the tooth started acting up, despite the root canal, so I should have it pulled on the 15 Oct and then have my brain scan on the 16th.
Ah, the joys of unexplained health conundrums.