The State of the Nea
Jan. 15th, 2023 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neadodsWhen last I seriously posted, it was 2018, I had gotten my life in gear, Twitter was a fascinating social media, and "Pandemic" was a game.
Do I need to say "Shit happened?"
In 2019, I became disabled. A couple of discs in my back blew out so badly they took the controlling nerve to one leg with them. A competent surgeon could have fixed all if that if I had gone to him right away, but I had a terrible doctor who insisted that I didn't want back surgery and off-shored my recovery to a chiropractor in the same building.
That doctor's ass is SO FIRED, but by the time I actually saw the surgeon I needed, it was too late to fix me like new. Did you know that the big nerve in a limb carries 5 different signals? Neither did I until I was down to 2, 3/4, and 2 halves.
(Proprioception - knowledge of where it is; strength - ability to use the limb at all; gross motor control of the limb, fine motor control/flexibility; sensation. Because I knew you'd ask.)
The surgeon I finally saw was a good one, but I have still joined the Frankenstein family - the few, the proud, the bolted together.
In 2020... well, we all know.
But it hasn't all been shit. Pandemic savings meant I could afford to put a badly-needed new air conditioning system in my house. I bought a new car this summer (Toyota RAV4 hybrid. It's name is Vincent Crowley because it's a beast that goes too fast.)
And now... well, twitter is now a Nazi bar, and I find myself overwhelmed and surrounded by clutter, so one of the things I'm going to be re-instituting is the Sunday morning "Where am I and what am I up to?" reckoning.
With no further ado:
Read this week: The Kitchen Front, Jennifer Ryan (book club pick)
Reading right now: Into the Deep by WorseOmens (Good Omens siren AU)
Writing: The Ghost of Husbands Past (Good Omens human AU) (Hallmark noir) (Nea's first longfic!)
Current craft project: Gathering and prepping fabric and swap squares for Scrappy Quilt Your Way at the MidAtlantic Quilt Festival
Do I need to say "Shit happened?"
In 2019, I became disabled. A couple of discs in my back blew out so badly they took the controlling nerve to one leg with them. A competent surgeon could have fixed all if that if I had gone to him right away, but I had a terrible doctor who insisted that I didn't want back surgery and off-shored my recovery to a chiropractor in the same building.
That doctor's ass is SO FIRED, but by the time I actually saw the surgeon I needed, it was too late to fix me like new. Did you know that the big nerve in a limb carries 5 different signals? Neither did I until I was down to 2, 3/4, and 2 halves.
(Proprioception - knowledge of where it is; strength - ability to use the limb at all; gross motor control of the limb, fine motor control/flexibility; sensation. Because I knew you'd ask.)
The surgeon I finally saw was a good one, but I have still joined the Frankenstein family - the few, the proud, the bolted together.
In 2020... well, we all know.
But it hasn't all been shit. Pandemic savings meant I could afford to put a badly-needed new air conditioning system in my house. I bought a new car this summer (Toyota RAV4 hybrid. It's name is Vincent Crowley because it's a beast that goes too fast.)
And now... well, twitter is now a Nazi bar, and I find myself overwhelmed and surrounded by clutter, so one of the things I'm going to be re-instituting is the Sunday morning "Where am I and what am I up to?" reckoning.
With no further ado:
Read this week: The Kitchen Front, Jennifer Ryan (book club pick)
Reading right now: Into the Deep by WorseOmens (Good Omens siren AU)
Writing: The Ghost of Husbands Past (Good Omens human AU) (Hallmark noir) (Nea's first longfic!)
Current craft project: Gathering and prepping fabric and swap squares for Scrappy Quilt Your Way at the MidAtlantic Quilt Festival
