the muse is sort of back and made me write 2000 words for a thing on Tuesday right up until The Good Stuff, but I somehow fucked up my back and left arm that night in a way that makes it feel like pins and needles, making typing extremely difficult, since my muscle memory is misfiring in the same way my main memory is now, which is Fun1.
or if it can wait until the 'almost ER' is open later
I don't want to take away time and resources that could save lives
Just spent 4 days in the hospital being tested for... a whole bunch of things, but they have no idea why my left arm and hand are now active enemy combatants. Since I'm not currently noticeably deteriorating any further, I was allowed to go home, with further testing planned for next month.
If, you know, things don't suddenly deteriorate even more.
So that's great. /s
Anyway, the long and short of it is:
I will be drastically less active online, and all writing is effectively cancelled for... the foreseeable future. However the fuck long this will continue for. Hopefully not years, or even months, but with my luck, this is my new reality.
Sorry.
as it stands now, I feel like I'll be back in the hospital before end of day
now my right hand has started to do the "nice fine control, would be a shame if anything happened to it" bit
so that's great
been sitting in secondary triage in the ER for the last 4 hours as what seems like every pensioner in the city, who all decided to have a bad fall today apparently, gets rolled in past me and cuts in line
6 and a half hours of just fucking sitting here for what will probably take 5 minutes
I repeat, intake doctor showed up
this is not a drill
same guy as this weekend, who was all "wait, you're back?"
me and the old guy that arrived at the ER just before me, nodding at each other like war brothers as we pace the hallway of our triage section while we wait for our transport to Valhalla our respective next steps
