britzkrieg very thoughtfully lured/nudged me out of the house yesterday for coffee. I definitely needed a change in scenery. We chatted for several hours on a wide range of topics: pets, hubbies, writing/editing, our varied states of health, etc., and it was so therapeutic getting my mind off things. Felt much more focused and relaxed afterward--relaxed despite the grande mocha britzkrieg treated me to; that's pretty salient indication that I needed an afternoon out.
fosteronfilm called his folks. His dad sounds pretty good. It was very touch and go on Friday and Saturday; he was in emergency care all that time, and they weren't sure if he was going to make it, but he's stabilized now, although still going through periods of disorientation. It seems the hospital folks are wanting to try something after all, according to my mom-in-law, now that they think he's strong enough to undergo treatment. So my dad-in-law is going in for some sort of surgery on Tuesday. Unfortunately, his folks' grasp of medical procedures leaves us a bit uncertain as to what that will be.
It seems there were two options: 1. Full open heart surgery, the cracking his ribs and putting him on a heart-lung machine variety. And 2. I believe a balloon angioplasty. I say "believe" because the description from his mom was along the lines of "some other invasive, but not that invasive surgery that involves a balloon which would have about a 6 month benefit if successful." After a search on "heart," "surgery," and "balloon," Google informed me that it's probably an angioplasty.
DIL was all "just do the open heart and get it over with" and MIL appears to have talked him out of that and into the angioplasty. I'm agog that they were even considering open heart, but maybe they're at the point where they're running out of options. I wish I knew more. At least (so sez my Google-fu) it's possible to do an angioplasty without having to administer a general anesthetic, making it a much less traumatic procedure than the alternative.
I'm clinging to optimism . . . tinged by frustrated confusion.
Still waiting on the notes from the editor regarding my middle-grade novel-to-picture book rewrite. Tempting to start on it without the notes. Also tempting to get back to work on the novel I've been neglecting. And likewise tempted to start on an Egyptian folktale. I haven't submitted anything new to Cricket since last year, and I've been devouring Ancient Egyptian Magic in my non-copious free time. My brain is beginning to bubble with ideas.
So much to write. So few mes. How did I do this when I had a day job??
So much to write. So few mes. How did I do this when I had a day job??,
Man do I know what you mean there. And unfortunately I do have a day job. (Although Gene Wolfe says that's a good thing for a writer because it means you're not dependent on making a sale for money, so you can afford to spend the time to make your work just right, and stand up to publishers who might want you to compromise too much. All well and good, Gene, but it's not so easy when you can only find a couple of hours a day to write, and it's after you've been frying your brain at work all day and can't even think straight anymore...)
Jesus Christ, have you been reading Jay Lake's LJ? 6 stories in a weekend? He cranks out 23,000 words in a couple of days? That's insane. The most I think I've ever written in one day is about 2000 words, and that was awesome for me. Usually I'm down around 500, and spending months on a story.
"So much to write. So few mes. How did I do this when I had a day job??"
What an astute observation? It's a question that plagues me daily as I trudge through both salt mine and writing chores.
Hope all goes well with Matt's Dad. I'll be thinking of you all.