Before any of my pals get concerned, or worse, disappointed because I've stopped commenting on their work, it's not because I've lost interest or got bored or got all DRAAA-MAAA
all of a sudden. In about a week I should be back at it, and with any luck you won't even notice my absence.
The hard part, though, is that while last week's "situation" put me way behind, the universe has since decided that I must never
be allowed to catch up. So, when I get back online I'll be starting from scratch: That is, everything in my queues will be cleared/dismissed/marked-read/etc. I have to accept my limitations and hope that no one else will feel as bad about this as I do.
To me, that's the important part…
though a few of you may disagree.
First off, There is no reason to worry at all. Period.
This morning I saw one of my doctors about some recent tests, she made some funny faces while reading stuff, took me to another specialist's office, yada yada yada…
And they found something: It is not
cancer, and it's in such an early stage that it poses absolutely
no immediate risk. Seriously, the only danger I'll be in is during the car rides to and from the hospital. I'll be in for two or three days if I'm lucky; four or five days if they need to open the hood.
Beyond that, I'd rather not go into detail. (Honestly, I just don't want to think about it too much.)
So, for the next thirty-six hours I'm mostly going to chill: I'll post what few comments I've already written, catch up on my huge backlog of TV shows (including the latest Star vs.
and an entire Stevenbomb
), poke around on Tumblr so I can leave notes (you know, my lame attempts at being cute); and if I can focus enough, I'll work on what I think is a pretty kick-ass and intense commission idea.
Plus, on the bright side, maybe this means that The Bad Luck Monster From HELL
has finally decided to leave JumpAroundJumpJump
alone and pick on someone else for a change. Anyway, I hope you're all having a lovely Valentine's Day. Personally, I'm just feeling damned grateful. Take care.