I did in fact get an entire lengthy Thing about my funtimes in the hospital all written up, chock-full of unredacted family information and sent out to a slightly wider list of the usual suspects.
Then Aunt-Fayoumis wanted to know alllll about this![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ryan character; he seems like a jewel among men.
Reader, I married him.
Specifically, in 2013, I marriedryan and my honorary brother jd, serving as officiant.
I had to disabuse Aunt-Fayoumis of the obvious misconception about the fundamentals of the relationship between me andryan, is what I'm saying.
I did enlighten her as to the entity that she should be asking about, and did provide Much Of The Information.
Other than that, it's been a quiet day. I wrote stuff. I did not get any further pokes from doctors. I napped. I confirmed that my physical recovery is definitely underway. I took a shower, taking care with the bitty wee incisions to limit their time under the spray (despite the tape) and that they were patted dry promptly. I strolled down to the corner for food and back. On my way back, I encountered someone who had just had a worse day than I did, on account of the bottom of his paper bag fell out and all his takeout containers fell out, and some of them spilled.
I read fic.
I took meds.
Writing is harder, but not impossible. I keep losing the narrative thread and wandering into distracted staring dreaminess.
It'll probably take me at least another full day of writing-brain to translate the Hospital Saga from email to DW post.
Then Aunt-Fayoumis wanted to know alllll about this
ryan character; he seems like a jewel among men. Reader, I married him.
Specifically, in 2013, I married
ryan and my honorary brother jd, serving as officiant. I had to disabuse Aunt-Fayoumis of the obvious misconception about the fundamentals of the relationship between me and
ryan, is what I'm saying. I did enlighten her as to the entity that she should be asking about, and did provide Much Of The Information.
Other than that, it's been a quiet day. I wrote stuff. I did not get any further pokes from doctors. I napped. I confirmed that my physical recovery is definitely underway. I took a shower, taking care with the bitty wee incisions to limit their time under the spray (despite the tape) and that they were patted dry promptly. I strolled down to the corner for food and back. On my way back, I encountered someone who had just had a worse day than I did, on account of the bottom of his paper bag fell out and all his takeout containers fell out, and some of them spilled.
I read fic.
I took meds.
Writing is harder, but not impossible. I keep losing the narrative thread and wandering into distracted staring dreaminess.
It'll probably take me at least another full day of writing-brain to translate the Hospital Saga from email to DW post.
