February 17, 2005

• Hey!  It’s me—really me, guys.

  
  

  This is not an update from Greyfox, and I haven’t got my PC back yet, either.  I came to town today to drive the rehab van, and stopped in at the public library to use their machine.  Uncomfortable chair, have to reach up under my chin, almost, to reach the keyboard, and there’s a one-hour time limit, so this blog won’t be one of my usual long ones.  Okay, I heard that collective sigh of relief.

  
  

  I have had a troublesome and troubling month or so since my last entry here.  I trust that Greyfox has covered the high spots and will wait until I have my own machine back home again to give the gory details.  Some of those details are truly gory.  I took pictures of Doug and me butchering the moose in the front yard, helping our friend Dancing Bear.

  
  

  What is taking so long to get the computer back is data recovery — my photo files, Doug’s games and music, etc. We have been negligent about backing stuff up, but with this object lesson, I don’t suppose we’ll be that negligent again.  I talked to the computer medic this morning.  When I had talked to him two days ago, the thing had said it had fifty hours left before it was done, but when it hit the MP3s, it slowed down and wasn’t done yet today.  Maybe tomorrow.  Then there is just the wait for the guy to bring it back to me.  I don’t think I’m up to that drive almost into Anchorage to pick it up at his place.

  
  

  I thought I was up to this town trip today, but that may have been over-optimistic.  A bit of shopping, a little driving, and I hit the fatigue wall right after lunch.  I was so shaky that Greyfox was questioning whether I’d be safe driving the van tonight.  But I was relieved of that by a phone call from Doug.  The rehab ranch had called him and said they didn’t have enough passengers for the meeting tonight.  The residents get to attend a play, instead.

  
  

  I haven’t read all your comments to Greyfox’s updates yet, but I did see one from LuckyStars (hi, Marian, you ever-maternal sweety, you!) that focused on my new meds.  They make it easier to breathe, but have some side-effects I don’t like:  sore throat, thirst, shaking hands.  I’m supposed to take them every 12 hours, but that’s too much.  Every 24 hours is not enough, so I’m going to see what happens if I take one every 16 hours.

  
  

  I suppose I’ll get back here again soon, with more time for spilling my guts in an atmosphere more conducive to it.  Right now, there are two guys at other machines on this same table where I am, a woman between one of them and me, shoulder surfing back and forth between his and mine, and a few feet behind me at another table I can hear the raggedy sound of Greyfox’s keyboarding, punctuated by an occasional “SHIT!” or “WHAT!?!”

  
  

  I’ll tell you later how I’ve filled my hours without the net.  Right now, I’m off to read those comments you’ve been leaving, and if there’s time after that I’ll visit a few of your sites.  Seeya.

  

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