Day: December 14, 2005

A number of comments have been coming in today from students who were assigned to read this blog and comment on it. This is pretty cool and I appreciate it.

However, some of these comments have been fairly nasty. Now, don’t get me wrong. This is a free country and you can think or write whatever you want. But you should know this – I have set up this LJ so that anonymous comments are screened. That means that I have to read and approve of them before they can be seen by the rest of the world. I promise you this – if you write posts that are hateful or defamatory, I will not unscreen them. Save your energy. Get your own blog, if you want. If you really hate the assignment that much, then maybe you should discuss it with your teacher.

I know that sounds cranky, but my foot is killing me. I’m going to go read for a while.

Just plain ouch.

Because I’ve had malignant melanoma, doctors enjoy cutting out funny-looking spots on my skin. I don’t have a problem with this. I like being alive. It’s a habit I would like to continue for the fifty years or so. Plus, when they cut out the spots, it usually doesn’t hurt too much. Not a big deal, right?

Not a big deal until yesterday when they cut out a big spot on the bottom of my foot.

Wicked, wicked ouch. You don’t want all the details…. let’s just say that when a doctor approaches the sole of your foot with a scalpel and says the incision will only need two layers of stitches, you might want to run. I couldn’t run, of course, because by that time they had shot the foot full of novocaine and it wasn’t working very well. He sliced and diced, I bled, and then he sewed me up. I’m sure he did a great job, but ouch.

Right now it feels like a large wolf is gnawing through my foot. Walking anywhere? Hysterical laughter. My butt is parked today. Bathroom trips have to be planned out well in advance because I can travel only with crutches or on my rear end. This is good news for my revision, though. I am spending all day with the computer in my lap and my foot in the air.

The irony here? One of the characters in my WIP has an accident that leads to the bottom of her foot being sliced open, and stitches, and hobbling around of crutches. I stuck that scene in the book back in MAY, long before I knew this surgery was going to happen. That’s right sdn, my life is imitating my books…. again. Remind me not to ever make my characters have a car crash.

(In climate news, it got down to -12 degrees here last night. We’ve warmed up to a balmy 8 degrees in the sun right now.)