UPDATE : CYBERNETIC CAT-HOUSE CONVENTION #5949

As a note, I am not anywhere near Hurricane Harvey.

My back is… improving, finally, after long adjustments and an unbelievably uncomfortable laparoscopic procedure to literally carve out a piece of disc material.

The good news is the supplements are working, as the microfactures in L4 and L5 have healed up (due to being fucking immobile). L2 is still… shaky, but I can deal with that later. The upshot is that I am not stuck in backbraces and traction all the time now and can (hopefully) get both work done and some stuff done on the fiction.

The bad news is that (given it’s already the 27th) it’s extremely unlikely TWCD will be updated before the end of the month. That being said, I will hopefully be able to write some next week, clean up some OSABC chapters and dump out an update to Liara’s piece and Ahern’s stuff.

I’m going to be having a couple of more art pieces done, although no good timeline on when that will happen.

I am appreciative of all the comments, IMs, emails and texts people have sent me. Thank you for your support. 🙂

 

Update : Cybernetic Catalepsy Convention #94

I am still alive.

My SUV (my only remaining vehicle) is dead, the battery cables are somehow corroded or faulty. I’m having to have a mechanic come to my house to fix it because Ford, in their infinite fucking idiocy, made replacing the cables impossible for someone with near-crippling backpain.

That has not improved much, although at least I can work for more than an hour at a time without having to ice my back. Right now, even if I felt like it, after working I don’t think I could get much written, although hopefully that will change as I do adjustments.

Various… other issues… have not improved my mood. Thanks to the stupidity of abusers, the doctor said he could not refill my usual prescription for Vicodin. I’m using Aleve, which is about as effective as pissing at a Reaper to slow  it down.

I had a nice power outage in the storms down here that managed to ruin everything in my refrigerator.

The good news? I have not, according to my last physical, developed any cancers or other directly life-threatening diseases. Yet.

However, I have on occassion typed a few words here and there, so my plan to at least attempt a chapter before the end of August is still in the works. I’m aware how frustrating it is to have to wait (I’ve been waiting on A Drop of Poison now since December) but there’s not a lot I can do to speed things up without making my back worse.

Many of you have emailed, PM’d or txted me, all of which is appreciated, even if my replies tend towards the terse. I’m sorry if I’m not doing good at keeping in contact, I’m a bit upset with some other (personal, stupid) stuff going on that isn’t improving my mood.

I will show up in chat when I’m in a better mood than this.