In which I catch everyone up, and give some context to my tweets. Then: On November 12th, I went to the ER with massive pains I thought was appendicitis. Four hours later, after an x-ray and CT scan, I was told that it was a tumor and I should go home and think about […]
Update on the State of the Meerkat Read More »
Earlier this week I had the surgical staples removed from the incision (to remove the tumor), and replaced with (too flimsy to my eyes) surgical tape, a week ahead of schedule. That part of things is healing “perfectly,” in the surgeon’s evaluation. So I’m starting to return (slooowly) to full activity. This does not, unfortunately,
My plan to write a side project in November, obviously, has been put on hold for the duration of my healing.  I thought I was okay with it until I saw everyone showing off their NaNoWriMo diplomas (even tho I wasn’t doing NaNoWriMo). Even knowing that I can go back to it the moment I’m
Sliding into December (where the slide is more of a slow hobble) Read More »
I am celebrating the holiday this year not in the historical tradition, with all the painful and problematic luggage it carries, but in the simple, literal, and commonly-accepted meaning of the word: thanks-giving. The world’s a shitshow right now. We all know that. But. I am thankful to be here, where ‘here’ is among friends
I am not a stranger to recovery, or enforced bed rest. I do not like it, but I understand that fighting it is counterproductive. If I want to heal, I have to play along. (my family is here to enforce this. Nobody wants a repeat of the mono-that-become-double-pneumonia, although in my defense I was 16