Thursday, April 01, 2010

Surgery, recovery, and Norwescon

I don't like feeling vulnerable.  And I'll tell you, after my surgery I felt like a grounded bird.  I can't go back to work until the end of April, I can't drive, and I'm practically useless around the house.  Sucks to be me right now.  I haven't even been able to write until fairly recently because to try to type stressed out my arm too much.  I'm finally getting that back, which is a definite improvement.

I had shoulder surgery.  Had to be at the hospital at 5:15 AM--I never see 5:15 AM.  I don't want to see 5:15 AM.  Surgery was scheduled at 7:30, so the two hours were to get me in and set up and so forth.  Last thing I remembered was being moved around on the operating table like a piece of furniture myself, waiting for the anesthesia to kick in.

Operation went well and apparently everything was fixed the way it was supposed to be.  That's good... I'd hate to think of how it would feel if it weren't.  The fact that it's my dominant arm--my right--makes things that much more difficult.  I can't even shave.  Then again, I now know I can grow a beard.  Sounds like a no-brainer, right?  Except that I didn't even really need to shave regularly until I was almost thirty.  So now I've got a beard.

Now today was the first day of Norwescon and we went to get all signed up and everything.  Spent some time in the Green Room, then dropped in on the Press Party to mingle.  Met a nice fellow who used to do some work for WOTC and White Wolf.  Didn't take long before it got so tight in there we had to leave.  My wife told me I'd stuck it out longer than she'd expected.  Crowds like that freak me out a little, particularly now that I have to watch out for someone jostling my shoulder.

I'm doing FB and Twitter updates with my new phone FROM the Con.  And, yes, I'll have pictures.

Some of the artwork we've seen (We bid on a couple pieces) is simply amazing.  If we don't get the originals, we'll be looking for prints.  We'll put them up on the walls once we move.

Anyhoo, that's all for now.  I'm going to settle back and watch the newest Human Target and enjoy the "hey, it doesn't feel like a monster's gnawing my arm off" feeling I get from the painkillers.