Universe, This Is Not What I Ordered #amwriting

I ordered an easy transition back to Keto.

I also ordered my leg injury and my infection to be healed by now, along with a side of increasing word count on my novel.

Instead, Universe, you’ve handed me a plate of a second tough withdrawal from carbs, a leg injury that still looks like someone spilled blue-black ink all over my calf, a fourth course of antibiotics (this one for 20 days, of which I’ve completed five) and, for dessert, the incipient return of my seasonal affective disorder.

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Not cool, Universe. If you were a restaurant, you’d get a 1-star review on Yelp.

What’s that you say? I have only myself to blame? That I know the consequences of inadequate rest and poor diet? That I already figured out that I need to get out into sunlight every single damned day?

Pooh. Someday, I hope I stop doing the same thing and expecting different results.