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Feb. 1st, 2012 03:47 amI know my posts have been mostly cancer, cancer, cancer, death, dying, oh god cancer, blah, blah, blah. Even I'm tired of it. Which is why I haven't been posting as often lately as I've thought about doing so. It was as much to spare me from my own belly-aching as it was to shield you.
I suspect, once this latest scare is settled (I did my CT scan* today and will see the pulmonologist next week) I'll be back on a more even keel. I have to admit that having such an uncertainty hanging over me - will I likely be dying this year or not? - is really affecting me.
In other news, our tax woes are nearly over. We're going to have a mountainous debt instead, but we'll be clean with the IRS and I can hardly wait for that to be done. Later today, when the banks are open, I'll be playing messenger between them and Bossman, getting the last of the paperwork done to settle it all out and deliver a cheque to the person (I hesitate to assign him 'man-ness') handling our account. Then we'll have to decide if we want to actually invest in complaining about him officially - we may not, since lawyer fees will have to be paid, and frankly, I'd rather spend what available funds we have on something fun. But then, if we stood silent so he could go on to messing with other people's lives, well, that'd be on us, wouldn't it?
We're travelling to Atlantian Kingdom Arts & Sciences this Saturday. I'm looking forward to it. We should be travelling with a guy who has built a chair - I'm hoping that he gets some really good feedback on his project. He used Karen's "documentation generator" (on her webpage) and added a bit to it, to show his process. He's been burnt before by comments from judges (and by that I mean that I ended up looking at his judging sheets and telling him to totally ignore the comments and scores by so-and-so, and to only bother with the ones by this other person, who actually had a clue and a grasp of common courtesy). It turned him off of the whole idea. It's been about 5 years now, I think, since he last entered something and I'm hoping that we (the judging world) have grown better since then.
*It did not go well. We have a word we use in the GIST community: scanxiety. I've never really experienced it before today but got it in full measure this time. I hate it when I'm flat on my back, unable to move anything, and I've got tears dripping down the sides of my face and getting into my ears. It's humiliating.
I suspect, once this latest scare is settled (I did my CT scan* today and will see the pulmonologist next week) I'll be back on a more even keel. I have to admit that having such an uncertainty hanging over me - will I likely be dying this year or not? - is really affecting me.
In other news, our tax woes are nearly over. We're going to have a mountainous debt instead, but we'll be clean with the IRS and I can hardly wait for that to be done. Later today, when the banks are open, I'll be playing messenger between them and Bossman, getting the last of the paperwork done to settle it all out and deliver a cheque to the person (I hesitate to assign him 'man-ness') handling our account. Then we'll have to decide if we want to actually invest in complaining about him officially - we may not, since lawyer fees will have to be paid, and frankly, I'd rather spend what available funds we have on something fun. But then, if we stood silent so he could go on to messing with other people's lives, well, that'd be on us, wouldn't it?
We're travelling to Atlantian Kingdom Arts & Sciences this Saturday. I'm looking forward to it. We should be travelling with a guy who has built a chair - I'm hoping that he gets some really good feedback on his project. He used Karen's "documentation generator" (on her webpage) and added a bit to it, to show his process. He's been burnt before by comments from judges (and by that I mean that I ended up looking at his judging sheets and telling him to totally ignore the comments and scores by so-and-so, and to only bother with the ones by this other person, who actually had a clue and a grasp of common courtesy). It turned him off of the whole idea. It's been about 5 years now, I think, since he last entered something and I'm hoping that we (the judging world) have grown better since then.
*It did not go well. We have a word we use in the GIST community: scanxiety. I've never really experienced it before today but got it in full measure this time. I hate it when I'm flat on my back, unable to move anything, and I've got tears dripping down the sides of my face and getting into my ears. It's humiliating.
