So, after an extensive chat with a neurologist yesterday...it seems my neck is responsible for a whole series of health issues, including the "tennis elbow" from a few years ago. It may even be the primary reason for the migraines. It's certainly the main suspect on the murder board. Oh, body. I thought we came to an understanding after that coup you attempted in 2002/2003? I am the beneficent dictator in this scenario. This is not a democracy. There will be no voting. As the Patrician, I'll take care of you as best I can, and you will shut the fuck up because scorpion pit. Or something. Yeah, yeah. I know. But a girl needs her illusions. At least the migraines are dramatically decreasing to one a week. Also? You know you're a former Catholic when you're repeatedly asked about pain and you can't pinpoint when any of it started--because you've been suffering in silence for who knows how long like that frog in the boiling pot. And? You don't feel that horrible pain you've been ignoring for who knows how long until people start giving you permission to feel it. Yeah. That. (No wonder my dojo-mates keep giving me shit about being a Daredevil fan.)
That Chumbawamba track could be my fucking theme-song. And that exasperated "WTF?!" look on Claire Temple's face? That's Dane all over, y'all. LOL.
In other news, I've a reading scheduled for May 5th at Malvern Books in Austin, TX. Hopefully, I'll be seeing some folks there because it's boring reading aloud to yourself. Trust me on this. It will run from 7pm to 8pm. Also? Those Blackthorne rewrites are rocking along nicely...you know...when my work day isn't totally tanked by doctor's visits. Grrr.
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