So Now I Know...
It's difficult for me to type because I have a pinched nerve in my neck that is causing a lot of pain in one arm, coupled with a numbness in the fingers - like I'm constantly hitting the funny-bone. But I finally have significant news... THE news I've been waiting for: I will be admitted into the Royal Infirmary on June 25th, and am scheduled to have surgery the following day. I'm told I will then be in the hospital for a week. Yikes! I don't know how long my at-home recovery period will be; the last estimate I was three months, but since then the surgeons have decided to give me a somewhat different operation. I will learn everything in a meeting with my surgeon the day I'm admitted.
I still haven't gotten the biopsy results that will tell me conclusively whether or not I have BHD... I've been trying to nag the dermotologist, but he is working elsewhere and his secretary is on vacation until I go into hospital... We're operating on the assumption that I do.
In other news, I posted a naughty vignette to the "Filthy Dirty Smut" group on Suicide Girls and a friend suggested that I try selling to magazines. What the heck... many a failed writer has turned to porn (maybe even the odd successful writer)! It's a noble tradition.
The schedule for the Edinburgh Festival has been released and Kristi and I went over it last night. I must say I'm a bit disappointed - there weren't nearly as many events I was interested in as there have been the past couple of years. And no musicals with zombies! Can it really be a Festival without at least one zombie musical? There are several events I'll want to get to, including a production of Dennis Potter's "Blue Remembered Hills," a performance by Dick Gaughan - the great man of Scottish folk music - and a play based on Conrad's "The Secret Agent," but fewer kooky, interesting-looking things that I would go to on a whim. For the zombies.
It's difficult for me to type because I have a pinched nerve in my neck that is causing a lot of pain in one arm, coupled with a numbness in the fingers - like I'm constantly hitting the funny-bone. But I finally have significant news... THE news I've been waiting for: I will be admitted into the Royal Infirmary on June 25th, and am scheduled to have surgery the following day. I'm told I will then be in the hospital for a week. Yikes! I don't know how long my at-home recovery period will be; the last estimate I was three months, but since then the surgeons have decided to give me a somewhat different operation. I will learn everything in a meeting with my surgeon the day I'm admitted.
I still haven't gotten the biopsy results that will tell me conclusively whether or not I have BHD... I've been trying to nag the dermotologist, but he is working elsewhere and his secretary is on vacation until I go into hospital... We're operating on the assumption that I do.
In other news, I posted a naughty vignette to the "Filthy Dirty Smut" group on Suicide Girls and a friend suggested that I try selling to magazines. What the heck... many a failed writer has turned to porn (maybe even the odd successful writer)! It's a noble tradition.
The schedule for the Edinburgh Festival has been released and Kristi and I went over it last night. I must say I'm a bit disappointed - there weren't nearly as many events I was interested in as there have been the past couple of years. And no musicals with zombies! Can it really be a Festival without at least one zombie musical? There are several events I'll want to get to, including a production of Dennis Potter's "Blue Remembered Hills," a performance by Dick Gaughan - the great man of Scottish folk music - and a play based on Conrad's "The Secret Agent," but fewer kooky, interesting-looking things that I would go to on a whim. For the zombies.
but... but... Ray Harryhausen's going to be here in a couple of weeks. who cares about anything else?
does being apart make it a "fake" relationship since we did live together for like 2 years?
i don't know.
i'm kind of a hands on type person myself.
i know i love him and he loves me, being apart seems really pointless you know?
anyhow thanks for stopping by, bein sweet, and wishing me a happy b-day