Life marches on
Unable to go to Kara's wake and funeral: they were in DC today and tomorrow, and it was just too far out of my means to get a flight down there so quickly. I hate this not having money thing; she wasn't exactly a best friend, but she was a classmate from NCS and other good friends will be there. Fuckity fuck fuck.
This is a Society thing. I grew up in DC society, attending a girls' school (National Cathedral School for Girls) that included in my direct class and surrounding classes girls whose fathers included Spiro Agnew, Teddy Kennedy -- you get the idea. To be so poor as to not be able to hop down to DC for Kara's funeral? Not only unheard of, but incredibly poor taste (pun intended). I was always an outcast in so many ways, but I was raised wearing white gloves to dance, knew how to eat a pear with a knife and fork, and how to curtsey to the Queen. But I'm without money -- and that's tearing at me in ways I can't begin to explain to anyone who didn't grow up the way I did. And of course for the people who did grow up that way? They don't understand either, because of course they haven't lost all their money, they weren't screwed out of their inheritances, and they haven't lost their income.
I just don't. ...
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In other news, I have a screw loose.
Yes, yes you all knew that.
But really: I have a screw loose. Or at least misplaced. In the hardware that was inserted into my spine last year to correct the spondylolethesis and the nerve on the right side that was being impinged upon by a sinovial cyst.
Now this errant screw is pressing on the nerve root on the left side: I've been complaining of numbness/pain/burning/OMG in my left leg (foot to hip) since I woke from anesthesia from the operation in 2010. And it was passed off as something that would go away. It didn't. And now it's much worse.
Yet the surgeon is saying what the radiologist saw in the latest MRI (aka: a loose/misplaced screw) isn't actually misplaced at all. And yet he can't explain why I want to saw my leg off with a rusty blade from the sheer pain I'm in all the time (cuts right through the Neurontin and Tylenol - which is all I'm on, since he claims I "shouldn't" be having this pain; I want to know why they all think saying something "shouldn't" be happening means it really isn't happening).
Anyway, I await a CT scan on the lumbar region soon to see if that shows the loose screw better and the surgeon will agree something's awry.
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In other news:
I. NEED. WORK.
OMG. I need work so badly you can't imagine. We're at the end of our income; this is the real last gasp.
All the usual suspects (Harper, DAW, S&S, St. Martins, Wiley) have been silent; no calls returned, no email returned. FOR MONTHS. It's as if I've been blacklisted in the industry and yet no one has said a word to me or Elric about it. Note: I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG. I've received nothing but compliments and praise in my entire career!
I'm stumped. As well as frustrated as hell.
This is just plain weird.
Anything thrown my way will meet with huge applause, happiness, and great appreciation. Clearly I need new clients.
This is a Society thing. I grew up in DC society, attending a girls' school (National Cathedral School for Girls) that included in my direct class and surrounding classes girls whose fathers included Spiro Agnew, Teddy Kennedy -- you get the idea. To be so poor as to not be able to hop down to DC for Kara's funeral? Not only unheard of, but incredibly poor taste (pun intended). I was always an outcast in so many ways, but I was raised wearing white gloves to dance, knew how to eat a pear with a knife and fork, and how to curtsey to the Queen. But I'm without money -- and that's tearing at me in ways I can't begin to explain to anyone who didn't grow up the way I did. And of course for the people who did grow up that way? They don't understand either, because of course they haven't lost all their money, they weren't screwed out of their inheritances, and they haven't lost their income.
I just don't. ...
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In other news, I have a screw loose.
Yes, yes you all knew that.
But really: I have a screw loose. Or at least misplaced. In the hardware that was inserted into my spine last year to correct the spondylolethesis and the nerve on the right side that was being impinged upon by a sinovial cyst.
Now this errant screw is pressing on the nerve root on the left side: I've been complaining of numbness/pain/burning/OMG in my left leg (foot to hip) since I woke from anesthesia from the operation in 2010. And it was passed off as something that would go away. It didn't. And now it's much worse.
Yet the surgeon is saying what the radiologist saw in the latest MRI (aka: a loose/misplaced screw) isn't actually misplaced at all. And yet he can't explain why I want to saw my leg off with a rusty blade from the sheer pain I'm in all the time (cuts right through the Neurontin and Tylenol - which is all I'm on, since he claims I "shouldn't" be having this pain; I want to know why they all think saying something "shouldn't" be happening means it really isn't happening).
Anyway, I await a CT scan on the lumbar region soon to see if that shows the loose screw better and the surgeon will agree something's awry.
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In other news:
I. NEED. WORK.
OMG. I need work so badly you can't imagine. We're at the end of our income; this is the real last gasp.
All the usual suspects (Harper, DAW, S&S, St. Martins, Wiley) have been silent; no calls returned, no email returned. FOR MONTHS. It's as if I've been blacklisted in the industry and yet no one has said a word to me or Elric about it. Note: I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG. I've received nothing but compliments and praise in my entire career!
I'm stumped. As well as frustrated as hell.
This is just plain weird.
Anything thrown my way will meet with huge applause, happiness, and great appreciation. Clearly I need new clients.