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Thu. Apr 28, 2005

Good Things, Bad Things, and Improving Things

Well, the fact I’ve only been able to squeeze out a few articles in the past week and a half ought to indicate that something is up around here (however, I’ve also added a 2,000 word Moderate Screed below).

The last time this happened, just after Valentine’s Day, I mentioned how my clients had bestowed much work upon me. I think the past three months have been the busiest I’ve had in the past three years. And that’s a Good Thing, though it causes me to neglect this site in favor of those who are paying me to work on theirs. But that’s just one factor.

In that very same article, I mentioned a test, a medical test of the unpleasant variety. It wasn’t for me, it was Susan, and she’s basically been having a bit of a rough time since then. In fact, it got so bad last weekend I had to check her in at the Hotel Piedmont, our favored local purveyor of rooms featuring powered beds and fine intravenous drugs.

But it’s much better now. Three days in the hospital have brought about a massive improvement, and a new plan of action to combat the problems. What are they? Well, rather than go into detail (which would likely just confuse you anyway, as it does us at times), let’s just say they are of an intensely intestinal variety. And her doctor (recall? ... “for the record, I have to note there is a proctologist in Atlanta named Dr. Sunshine, and if you can’t Build Your Own Joke out of that, please attend Remedial Humor”) has an equally intense course of action to fight it.

We’re hoping she’ll get out soon, maybe this weekend, or early next week. In the meantime, you can count on me being less visible than normal here.

Oh, and I’m turning off comments on this article. Why? A couple of reasons. One, it’s always made me feel … weird … when someone makes a post like this, and you want to say something, but by the time you see it, fourteen people before you have said everything there is to say. And it just seems … awkward for everyone involved. But then, I’ve never been one to pour my heart out in this setting anyway. So it could just be me.

You shouldn’t feel you have to do anything. But if you’re so inclined, I’d rather you e-mail her than babble at me (since I finally got one of those Slow Internets working in her hospital room). Just don’t expect a timely reply, as she’s got other priorities right now. Nurse Bruno (moi?) is making sure of that.

Update, Friday PM: We busted her out of Hotel Piedmont this afternoon, and she’s currently at home being smothered by very needy kitties.