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Six Weeks!
Today is officially six weeks post-op. Do you know what that means? Restrictions officially lifted! I can (slowly and carefully) return to lifting, bending, twisting and I can go back into the pool. So I can also get back to exercising! Of course, this is also the week when I’m going to be too busy to go into the pool. Well, maybe later this week? But there’s a lot of things that need to get…
Progress!
Progress is progressing! Today, I was discharged from pain management, because if there’s no pain, there’s nothing to manage. Makes sense, right? The admins were all lovely and wished me well and told me that they hoped they didn’t see me again. Which… I hope I don’t see them either! I still have one more week of restrictions, and I’ve gotten to the point where I keep forgetting. For example, I…
Little Things
It’s the little things that really drive it home when you’re not running at full capacity. Things like… picking up something you’ve dropped when you’re not allowed to BEND, for example. I had my first post-surgical followup with the neurosurgeon last week, and she’s pleased with how I’m doing. I’m still on restrictions — no bending, twisting or lifting anything heavier than a gallon of milk for…
Slowly and Steadily
Three weeks along in my recovery, and slowly and steadily, I’m getting there. Not going to lie, it can be frustrating. I cannot bend or twist, or lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk (which is about 8 pounds). I’m currently at that stage of recovery where I want to do all the things, but I’m not supposed to do any of them. However, I have a followup with my neurosurgeon this week, and I’m…
It's Been One Month.
On May 25th, I told you all that I was waiting for surgery approval, but that there was a safety valve where I could head into the ER. It’s been one month since that post (more or less). I am now exactly two weeks post surgery. Surprise! I’m currently recovering, and doing very well. Surprisingly well, to be honest. I was almost entirely pain free immediately after surgery. I’m still not back…
And Now... We Wait.
And now… we wait. What are we waiting for? Last week, I sat down with the neurosurgeon. She walked into the room and asked, “Do you have your phone?” Me: “Yes.” Her: “Good. Take a picture of this. I want you to see what we’re talking about.” So I have a photo on my phone of my spine, and of the disc that has breached containment. (Surgeon: “See that bulge? It should NOT look like that.”) I…
Still Rolling.
The ball is still rolling, and I don’t have any firm answers yet. Tomorrow, I will sit down with the neurosurgeon, and we’ll see where things go from there. I have my records and my imaging discs, and I’m about as ready as I can be, and I really just kind of want to go in and say “I’m broken. Fix me.” Can you tell I’m just so DONE with this? Once I have this appointment, I’ll be able to make…
The Ball is Rolling.
I had another pain management appointment today, and the ball is rolling. What ball? The one that involves a referral to a neurosurgeon for spinal surgery to relieve the pressure on my sciatic nerve. My pain doctor and I are in agreement — surgery is the best option for me. Which means that I’m now on crunch time. I NEED to finish King of Swords and Six More Weeks of Witches as soon as humanly…
Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.
I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is
I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.
Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.
Here’s proof of what I mean:
THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!
And if you’re in the notes or tags telling us to “just get a new tag”
Fuck You
Clever Headline Goes Here.
“Clever Headline Goes Here.” Otherwise known as “this is your brain on sciatica pain.” I thought I pulled a muscle exercising. So I did what you usually do when you pull a muscle — anti-inflammatory medication, heat and ice, gentle stretching. Then the pins-and-needles started, and I hied myself off to the orthopaedist. Ortho set me up with six weeks of physical therapy and sent me to see a pain…
Behind the Scenes
I took a class last week, and now I have homework. I need to redo a lot of what goes on behind the scenes for my self-published titles. So over the next few weeks, I’ll be redoing many things that you probably will never notice, and one thing you might. The many things you probably won’t notice are the metadata and keywords, which help people find my books when they search online. The one thing…
Well, That Certainly Took Off...
Friday night, we went out to dinner, and I made SURE that we were home in time to watch Artemis come home. And once she was down and safe, I posted something to my social media. And… it certainly took off. I’ve never had a post ever that gained the traction this one did. Friends have been tagging me when they see it, so I know how far it’s gone. And I’ve tripped on one person who stole the post…
And Now... The Back Side of Luna!
I’m writing this up while I watch the Artemis II flyby of the Moon, and I really, REALLY need someone to say “And now… the back side of Luna!” I doubt anyone will (or if they did, I missed it.) Screenshot from my other monitor. I keep saying I’m tired of living in unprecedented times, but for this unprecedented time? I’ll take it. The last time we went to the Moon, I was eight months old. And…
Fun. Weird. Slightly Random. That's Me.
I was writing up the description for my appearance on SFF News and Interviews this Thursday, and described it as fun, weird and slightly random. Which, I realize now, is me in a nutshell. Not that I mind. It makes things more interesting and far more entertaining. For me, anyway. Last week was a lot of catching up, although not nearly as much as I’d have liked. Some interesting bits in an “I…
I Am Not To Be Trusted With a Bubble Shooter
I got home from ICFA yesterday, and promptly fell over. The afterparty was amazing, there was unfiltered sake, and I learned a thing — I am not to be trusted with a bubble shooter. I have NO idea who handed this to me — it was dark on the pool deck, for all that everyone was wearing glowy flower crowns. But I reverted to the relative age of five, and there was much giggling and many, MANY…
