Running on Empty
Jun. 10th, 2014 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowMy circadian rhythm has decided to fuck everything again, and after a few weeks of waking up at 7AM, then a few more weeks waking up at 6AM, this morning I woke up at 5-fucking-AM. NP recommended upping the trazadone and I'll be leaving work early tomorrow (did so today as well, or tried) to try and convince the dumbassery to go away, thanks.
Been trying to get back into writing regularly, but seems I'm at a rough point in AG. Here you all are anyway:
“Your husband visited.”
Greta stiffened, narrowing her eye. “Must we go through this? We have so little time before I am sent off to Frenton.”
“To Frenton?” That was enough to derail Rose May’s thoughts. The government preferred to ignore Frenton after the Rebellion, letting it slowly decay as a punishment for its sins.
“Great Mother, not to the city.” Greta wrinkled her nose. “A few kilometres outside Rezten. Just into the other district.”
That made more sense; the border of the two districts was mostly rural countryside with sparse forest. One had to go much farther north to get to the infamous city. If Greta was being sent for rustic healing, she would likely only cross just into the new district.
With that resolved, however, Sir Falk’s visit bubbled back to the forefront of Rose May’s mind. “Why did your husband hit you?”
“Oh for f—” Greta bit her tongue last moment, a light blush colouring her cheeks. “Forgive me for my language. This is not a topic I especially enjoy talking about.”
“I understand, but I’m not going to drop it until I know what happened.”
“If you insist, my husband and I had a disagreement.”
“Over what?”
“Great Mother, should I write an editorial for you?” Greta glared at Rose May, though she was otherwise completely, eerily composed. “He brought one of the girls with him, into the asylum! I thought that was uncouth, and he disagreed.”
“The girls?” Rose May frowned; she knew that Greta’s husband had a mistress, but she had never known about multiple ones, nor had Greta ever mentioned children.
“The doctor has decided to send me to the wilderness for my health.” Greta spat the last word out. “Could we please talk about that shit instead?”
Rose May winced despite her best efforts at professionalism, not because of Greta’s language, but rather the angry urgency of it. She was not sure necessarily what her patient was so desperate about — her trip into the countryside, or the discussion about her husband. The therapeutist suppressed a sigh, and forced herself to smile politely.
“Certainly.” At the word, Greta’s posture relaxed. Rose May forced herself to push forward from the topic; there was no reason that Greta’s relief could not simply be due to discomfort, and not the hiding of secrets. “What has you so upset about the leave? You seemed very uncomfortable about staying here.”
“I still am, but sending me to the wilds…” Greta snorted softly, shaking her head. “It’s not much improvement. I will need to be accompanied by a nurse and some attendees, my every move watched and recorded… It’ll be just like here, but with the illusion of freedom. I rank that as far worse.”
“Will your husband be with you?”
“Great Dragon, you are obsessed with this man.” The comment was surprisingly lighthearted, though Greta smirked. “No. You’d need a collar and chain to drag him out to the woods.”
Rose May is a one-track record and she ain't gonna skip because you're going to Frenton.
On that sleep-deprived note, will try to get a bit more writing tonight. We shall see.
Tschuess.
Been trying to get back into writing regularly, but seems I'm at a rough point in AG. Here you all are anyway:
“Your husband visited.”
Greta stiffened, narrowing her eye. “Must we go through this? We have so little time before I am sent off to Frenton.”
“To Frenton?” That was enough to derail Rose May’s thoughts. The government preferred to ignore Frenton after the Rebellion, letting it slowly decay as a punishment for its sins.
“Great Mother, not to the city.” Greta wrinkled her nose. “A few kilometres outside Rezten. Just into the other district.”
That made more sense; the border of the two districts was mostly rural countryside with sparse forest. One had to go much farther north to get to the infamous city. If Greta was being sent for rustic healing, she would likely only cross just into the new district.
With that resolved, however, Sir Falk’s visit bubbled back to the forefront of Rose May’s mind. “Why did your husband hit you?”
“Oh for f—” Greta bit her tongue last moment, a light blush colouring her cheeks. “Forgive me for my language. This is not a topic I especially enjoy talking about.”
“I understand, but I’m not going to drop it until I know what happened.”
“If you insist, my husband and I had a disagreement.”
“Over what?”
“Great Mother, should I write an editorial for you?” Greta glared at Rose May, though she was otherwise completely, eerily composed. “He brought one of the girls with him, into the asylum! I thought that was uncouth, and he disagreed.”
“The girls?” Rose May frowned; she knew that Greta’s husband had a mistress, but she had never known about multiple ones, nor had Greta ever mentioned children.
“The doctor has decided to send me to the wilderness for my health.” Greta spat the last word out. “Could we please talk about that shit instead?”
Rose May winced despite her best efforts at professionalism, not because of Greta’s language, but rather the angry urgency of it. She was not sure necessarily what her patient was so desperate about — her trip into the countryside, or the discussion about her husband. The therapeutist suppressed a sigh, and forced herself to smile politely.
“Certainly.” At the word, Greta’s posture relaxed. Rose May forced herself to push forward from the topic; there was no reason that Greta’s relief could not simply be due to discomfort, and not the hiding of secrets. “What has you so upset about the leave? You seemed very uncomfortable about staying here.”
“I still am, but sending me to the wilds…” Greta snorted softly, shaking her head. “It’s not much improvement. I will need to be accompanied by a nurse and some attendees, my every move watched and recorded… It’ll be just like here, but with the illusion of freedom. I rank that as far worse.”
“Will your husband be with you?”
“Great Dragon, you are obsessed with this man.” The comment was surprisingly lighthearted, though Greta smirked. “No. You’d need a collar and chain to drag him out to the woods.”
Rose May is a one-track record and she ain't gonna skip because you're going to Frenton.
On that sleep-deprived note, will try to get a bit more writing tonight. We shall see.
Tschuess.
