Extreme Takeover

I've had a week of extremes involving takeovers that have nothing to do with mergers and acquisitions. It began last weekend which heralded the start of a cold - you know the type. Dribbling, sniffy nose. Sinus ache. Endless supply of damp tissues (which I was careful to flush down the loo all the time in order not to spread my potentially piggy germs) Red, flaky nose that touche eclat can't touch.
Monday saw the return of an old bladder infection, (yes, my bladder IS old) antibiotics and generally feeling very sorry for myself. Anyway, the point is that being taken over by lurgy is just not good for my psyche. I am a CRAP patient. I hope I'm never really sick because I fear for those around me. They'd be smiling upfront, making me tea and fluffing up my pillows but underneath they'd be thinking about doing away with me. All those wonderful nurses who've spent a lifetime handling sick people would all be seeking a career change.
By Wednesday, this general malaise had morphed into a complete meltdown. Nobody understands me. I can't write. This bloody book will never get published. Extreme self doubt had taken over and it felt like it was here to stay. It had moved in, with suitcases. And three generations of family. It stared at me, daring me to tell it to leave. Did I? Did I heck.
Luckily, I'm part of an online group (no not AA), actually we're a private writer's support group and really we're supposed to post about writerly stuff and support each other on our journeys. I posted about how I felt only to be greeted with a tsunami size wave of support from the members. Thank you girls. Although I wasn't quite at head in the oven stage, (my oven's electric and I love my hair) - it was a bad day.
Thursday came. Back to the doctor for stronger antibiotics but somehow feeling stronger too. I wrote the synopsis first draft, something I'd been procrastinating about at every available opportunity and could almost feel the 'change a coming.'
Today's Friday and I sense calm on the horizon. I've still got a cold and other stuff but I've moved from wallowing in self induced pity to a more positive frame of mind. My lap is laden with dripping tissues but I can feel positivity seeping back into my veins.