Seriously, it is.
I'm alive.
I have a plate of nonferrous surgical metal installed in my head, and I have looked down the barrel, but I'm home in my apartment and I'm not in much pain, and once I can get off the worst of these jittery meds I'm going to hit the world with as much force again as it will let me hit it.
Because I'm alive.
In September I'll be able to watch Season 7 of Supernatural. As soon as Fast Five hits the stores in DVD form I can buy it. I'll be able to go to Fast Six (or whatever they call it) when it's in theaters. I'll be able to complete this fanfic of doom that I've been working on for months, and post it where everyone can see just how insane I am for even thinking this thing.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
amberdark is gonna be able to finish reading me Jim Butcher's latest Harry Dresden novel, and I'll find out what happens to his apprentice Molly.
On Thursday, surgeons opened my skull to remove a mass from the left rear lobe that was bleeding and caused me to black out in my car (thankfully in park). My head's been shaved, I have a really hellacious set of sutures on the left rear side of my head, and I have bruises on my arms from a half dozen IV lines. And I can't tell you how grateful I am to be able to look at them, and know they're going to go away, and my hair will grow back, and those stitches will come out in three weeks. And I can read. The medications are finally lessened enough that the words on the page are steady and I can both type and read.
I am going to blog in detail about a lot of the things that happened last week, just because I don't want to forget them. But I'm home in my apartment, and if I have anything to say about it, I will be absolutely fine.
Look out world.
You guys, everyone who commented here, everyone who gave me a thought? You rule. I can't even begin to find the words to say how much I noticed and appreciate and care, but hopefully as, you know, day three and four and five and six keeps passing and I'm still frigging here, oh my good grief yes still here, I'll find some better ones to let you know.
I'm alive.
I have a plate of nonferrous surgical metal installed in my head, and I have looked down the barrel, but I'm home in my apartment and I'm not in much pain, and once I can get off the worst of these jittery meds I'm going to hit the world with as much force again as it will let me hit it.
Because I'm alive.
In September I'll be able to watch Season 7 of Supernatural. As soon as Fast Five hits the stores in DVD form I can buy it. I'll be able to go to Fast Six (or whatever they call it) when it's in theaters. I'll be able to complete this fanfic of doom that I've been working on for months, and post it where everyone can see just how insane I am for even thinking this thing.
amberdark is gonna be able to finish reading me Jim Butcher's latest Harry Dresden novel, and I'll find out what happens to his apprentice Molly.On Thursday, surgeons opened my skull to remove a mass from the left rear lobe that was bleeding and caused me to black out in my car (thankfully in park). My head's been shaved, I have a really hellacious set of sutures on the left rear side of my head, and I have bruises on my arms from a half dozen IV lines. And I can't tell you how grateful I am to be able to look at them, and know they're going to go away, and my hair will grow back, and those stitches will come out in three weeks. And I can read. The medications are finally lessened enough that the words on the page are steady and I can both type and read.
I am going to blog in detail about a lot of the things that happened last week, just because I don't want to forget them. But I'm home in my apartment, and if I have anything to say about it, I will be absolutely fine.
Look out world.
You guys, everyone who commented here, everyone who gave me a thought? You rule. I can't even begin to find the words to say how much I noticed and appreciate and care, but hopefully as, you know, day three and four and five and six keeps passing and I'm still frigging here, oh my good grief yes still here, I'll find some better ones to let you know.
