I thought I’d catch everyone up on what’s going on. I did a post about the health thing on MGC, and I’ll quote a little bit here:
Here’s what I found so far, since the surgery: I was much more ill than I realized.
It started with them finding a large amount of scar tissue and endometrial tissue binding all my internal organs and filling up my abdominal cavity. That amount had to be causing pain, but other than some bad nights in the last two years, I kept saying I’d never been in pain.
There were other things. We’ll spare tender male ears and just say that my Caeserean (first son. Second son was born the natural way) botched things so badly that some organs were cut almost in half and bound together with a growing ridge of scar tissue. Which by itself should have caused tooth grinding pain. Constant. Except I didn’t have any pain.
Except that when I took super motrim TM I slept like I hadn’t slept in twenty three years. Yes, that precise, because I remembered enjoying sleep before having older son, and after that I remembered bed being the place where I tried to sleep and sometimes managed cat naps.
The painkiller (strong) had such an effect I asked my doctor if it was soporific. She said no, just a painkiller.
Which means my conscious had blocked the pain, but it still didn’t allow me to sleep soundly. For close to a quarter century.
All of the symptoms getting worse as they went on, so in the last five years I’ve almost stopped sleeping altogether. Which has its own host of problems.
I really am feeling much better, which is weird because when I went to the doctor for supposed checkout, I was told I’m not healing on schedule, or barely at all, so I needed to take what my son calls a “big hammer” antibiotic. Which I’m now taking, and which makes me feel like the coyote when the roadrunner drops an anvil on him. Which is a problem as I REALLY am almost done with Through Fire (which means this book REALLY is cursed.) However I’m hoping to have at least a rough to Baen by tomorrow, then edited by Monday.
It’s a very odd book, but the people who’ve seen it so far tell me it’s good.
And I really AM feeling better, despite the dire faces my doctor pulled. Which might just mean I was really, really, really — really? — ill before. people kept telling me I was, but I had become adjusted to it as “normal” so I didn’t know it and thought it was all psychological.
So — here’s what’s going on — as soon as book from h*ll is delivered, I’ll spend three/four days painting at the house we’re going to put up for sale. And then I’ll sit down and finish Darkship Revenge which is practically written in my head. Right now my top wordage for a day is 10k, so I’ll assume if it doesn’t get better I need about a week to finish DSR.
And then it’s dragons.
Somewhere along the line, hopefully by the middle of May there will be a short story collection.
Also — somewhere there I’ll edit Rogue Magic and continue it (I’m hoping next week, but we’ll see what the antibiotic does to me!) and also Elf Blood.
Meanwhile, I’ll be attending Denver Comicon, though I don’t have a schedule yet, and ya’ll can find me at the Wordfire booth.
HOPEFULLY healing will actually happen and I’ll be even better, after the ten days with antibiotics. We’ll see. Keep me in your thoughts.
For now, just remember I’m feeling better, and stuff is actually moving forward, but more importantly, I’m reading again. Reading new stuff. Reading because it’s there. I don’t have to force myself to read new stuff (as opposed to old favorites) for the first time in years.
Now the problem is not trying to do everything at once.