181128 I Did Not Mean To Disappear
On Saturday, November 18, I finished my novel after a flurry of writing. I decided to wait before uploading it, because I needed to rest. Within hours, the pain became unbearable, and I stayed in the bathroom as blood poured out of my body. After a few hours of increasing pain and the losing of fluids, I dialed 911. I needed help getting my pants on.
My neighbors came out of their campers, so I gave my keys to one of them as the paramedics put me into the ambulance. She called my daughter and my sister. In the ER, they determined that the little hospital in my little town was not equipped to handle me, so I was transported into San Antonio. This hospital plans to release me to hospice on the 30th if all the paperwork is finished.
It has been a wild couple of weeks, but today I got my novel uploaded and validated. This one will be edited and revised until I can't do it anymore. I may not post here much anymore. I'm already tired.
My neighbors came out of their campers, so I gave my keys to one of them as the paramedics put me into the ambulance. She called my daughter and my sister. In the ER, they determined that the little hospital in my little town was not equipped to handle me, so I was transported into San Antonio. This hospital plans to release me to hospice on the 30th if all the paperwork is finished.
It has been a wild couple of weeks, but today I got my novel uploaded and validated. This one will be edited and revised until I can't do it anymore. I may not post here much anymore. I'm already tired.