Juggling again

Entering into a time of extreme busyness (oh good, just before Christmas).  For all excellent writing-related reasons (in really good news, I'm at over 18,000 words on Linked-the-sequel, Mirrored, and I finally like the damn thing!), but I feel a little frantic all the same.

Right now, I'm catching up on some work while Abstract cooks dinner (tuna noodle casserole from my American cookbook), and tomorrow I need to phone Merry Maids to see if my fabulously thorough cleaner can come for a bit longer every week.

I also need to phone the surgery.  Falling down the stairs didn't hurt me, beyond making my triceps very sore (I reached behind myself as I fell and grabbed the bannisters, which saved me from falling all the way to the bottom but did my arm muscles very little good), but in the same week I played impromptu hopscotch with the youth group, and have done something bad to my knee.  A week later it's no better, so I have to go see the doctor.

Is it really bad that I don't feel I have time to see the doctor?