So by now, some of you are wondering what the Hell happened. Well, so am I. One day, I'm about to go in for eye surgery--a few weeks later, I'm getting out of the hospital with an infected liver. Well, without going into too much detail, some serious shit went down in those three weeks. The Ketorolac I was given post-surgery gave me some ( Read more... )

I'm home. Arrived yesterday afternoon via a ride from a visiting Manday. Without going into too many details--those are forthcoming--I'm now battling a liver infection. This changes nothing and everything at once--and I'm scared where I'm supposed to be strong, weak and tired where I'm supposed to be alive and active. I know this is a stage and ( Read more... )

The first time the surgeon's office called me, I was in the middle of the love and unity that was VIFF 2009. Working, seeing movies, hanging out at Blenz--you know, living for once in my gotdamned life. And the date for my possible surgery? The very last day of the festival. Um, no. Maybe? Yes? I didn't know. I mean, here I was enjoying life for ( Read more... )

All I wanted was some time to recuperate from the last three weeks. See some movies, eat some food, heal my heart, mope around in a post-VIFF funk...the usual. I was actually looking forward to it, too. Finally, after weeks of being social and busy, I was going to go into hiding ( Read more... )

It had been a fun weekend: I saw some bands, ran into some friends, navigated my way through another city's transit system, and even got to do some Muppeteering. Of course, it was much more than that--I got to see Sonic Youth, Deerhunter, The Jesus Lizard, Black Lips, The Pains of Being Pure At Heart, Awesome Color, and a few more. I finally got ( Read more... )

Chances are, you were expecting my next post to be about day one of the Capitol Hill Block Party. So was I. But as I spent this morning sat in front of my computer, I began thinking about the events of the past few days and the past few months and the past year. I feel like I'm changing or getting better or something, because, well, look at me. I'm ( Read more... )

"Can I see your passport ( Read more... )

Oh, God. I just got my first Facebook invite to the Celebration of Light, the annual firework festival that happens every Saturday and Wednesday for two weeks. I calmly just selected no and went about my night, but that was only because there was no HELL TO THE FUCK NO option. That's what my Livejournal is for ( Read more... )

Since I needed to renew a a prescription, I decided that a little pre-weekend getaway visit to the doctor was probably a good idea. When I woke up this morning, emptied myself, and found that I could barely move from the pain afterward, I knew it was probably the Best Idea Ever. I don't think I've been so glad that I've made a doctor's appointment ( Read more... )

If "hyperhypochondriac" isn't an actual word, it should be. What other word could describe me so well? Sure, there's being a plain old hypochondriac--but that doesn't quite fit. See, a hypochondriac tends to freak and worry about things that aren't there or diseases she isn't likely to come down with. I tend to freak out at every single new symptom ( Read more... )