I said back in September that I'd developed asthma. Seems I was mistaken.
I'd been putting off surgery to remove some benign growths on my uterus and ovaries due to lack of cash and being paranoid about what it'd mean to my job if I took the time off. I'll spare y'all the TMI, but what I thought was asthma went away when I got the surgery. Yes, I had something in me that was THAT big. I also no longer have edema in my legs, my blood pressure dropped to levels I haven't seen in years, and I can go longer than an hour between bathroom visits.
blackfyr has landed a very part-time gig helping a local live DJ out with the occasional double-booking. He starts that in February. Ironically, we forecast the money (if all else goes well) paying for our Pantheacon trip the following week. It's ironic because the gig's a Christian church dance. And yes, this is his first out-of-the-house employment since he was laid off over a decade ago. Sure, it's nowhere near full-time, but it's there.
I'm also creeping out of my writing hole, at least a little, and submitting to Gather again. They were pleased to have me back, which was nice to know.
Someone said on Twitter today that this place is "officially dead." I don't know. But they seem to have borked commenting from reports. Perhaps I should turn to my same-name account on Dreamwidth after this?