Mite of the People

High!

I think this blog has a virus or something. Well, not this particular blog, but blogger. My computer hates it. So, I don't know how much longer I'll be keeping up this journal. I might switch over to Xanga or something like that. If so, I will definitely post a link here though, so fret not little lambs.

Unless someone can tell me what the frog is up with this thing and how to fix it. That would make me even happier than the time I found a little green kitten outside my door. She's actually gray, but she was covered in green paint. I think she was pretending to be a lizard. Cats do stuff like that all the frigging time. They think it's funny.

Ok, I'm out. Go pinch your wife's/husband's butt for me. When they give you a weird look say, "Gina told me to!"

Alive

To all who have asked, yep, very much alive over here. Thanks for noticing my absence and for your concern! It's very much appreciated!

K's vasculitits is back though, which is the ultimate in suckage. Doctors remain clueless, but there are more appointments in the near future, so I guess you never know. Just trying to keep the faith that this will all clear up sooner than later.

Trying to get back to my zombie book, now titled PRAISE THE DEAD. Need to bury myself in it and do my best to put everything else out of my head.

That's it for now. LOVElovelove YOU!

Live Chat TONIGHT

If you've got nothing better to do, why not come chat with me over at the Haunt tonight? 8:30 PM EST. There will be spiked punch and cookies and probably a stripper or two. Hilarity will ensue, then we'll all bond and cry and hug and pretend it never happened the next time we see each other. You won't want to miss it!

http://www.horror-mall.com/haunt/

Another Biopsy

Apparently the results of the first one were "suspicious." So, they're gonna punch yet another hole in her. A bigger one.

Also, she has been really sick-running a high fever, blowing her brains out her nose, coughing, etc...

I think I'm on my way to a nervous breakdown.

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Norwescon

I just spent the last couple days at Norwescon in SeaTac, Washington, having fun with my bizarro clan and meeting new friends and just generally having an awesome time at this sci-fi/fantasy convention. I'm happy to report that due to the hustle, humor and cute-ness factor of Jeff Burk and Cameron Pierce, ALL the books I brought ending up selling. First time that's ever happened, so thanks guys!

Incidentally, you should all buy Cameron's novella, Shark Hunting in Paradise Garden, and be on the lookout for Jeff's book ShatnerQuake, both from Eraserhead Press.

I planned writing more here today, but I'm just dead. Too much beer, next to no sleep and intense happiness makes for a very tired, sore G.

More later...

Update

So, K's tests came back fine. Nothing wrong that they could see. BUT--her legs are getting worse and the vasculitis is spreading upwards, all the way to her lower stomach now. And a really weird thing--even the slightest scratch anywhere on her body gets all inflamed and angry looking, spreading out and growing wider. The doctors are baffled at this point and took a biopsy from her leg. Also, she is scheduled to see a dermatologist Monday. So, we'll see how that goes I guess.

She's been really tired and is sleeping a lot.

I'm feeling a little better, but not a whole lot. Too worried to work, which sucks because I have deadlines. Meh.

If you don't know what vasculitis is, do a google image search to get an idea of what we're dealing with. Not pretty and scary as hell.

So...

K has been diagnosed with vasculitis. Sunday afternoon she was fine, Sunday evening her lower legs were covered in red dots and welts. Thinking it was an allergic reaction to something, I gave her some benedryl and assumed whatever it was would be gone by morning. It wasn't and our regular doc is on vacation. We went to the walk-in clinic and saw a nice guy who told us what it was and said it could be basically nothing or "something very bad." They took blood and urine from her and now we've been waiting for the results of those tests.

I'm trying very hard not to freak the fuck out. Usually, I'm the most calm person in the world. Even when I had a leukemia scare about a decade ago, I was perfectly calm and took the attitude "don't worry until you know for sure there is something to worry about." That is usually my motto.

Of course, that was me, not her.

The brave faced, tough chick mask that I wear is not holding up so well right now. I just hope it turns out to be nothing and I'll be able to laugh at how frightened I was.

Why aren't they calling back??????