Expect slower than normal responses to email, submissions, etc. from me for the next couple of days. I have bronchitis and the medication they have me on is leaving me in a fog most of the time.
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We’ve entered the final 24 hours for UPGRADED, my kickstarter cyborg anthology. It’s been an amazing experience. The project has been fully-funded and we’ve unlocked two of the stretch goals (four extra stories and a pay rate increase for our authors). As I write this, we are $2250 short of the stretch goal for funding the audio edition of this book.
THE KICKSTARTER CAMPAIGN ENDS AT 3PM EST ON FRIDAY. I would appreciate it if you help get out the word as the campaign comes to a close. Reaching that stretch goal would be awesome.
This project will have original stories by:
- Elizabeth Bear
- Helena Bell
- Tobias S. Buckell
- Pat Cadigan
- Greg Egan
- Xia Jia
- Caitlín R. Kiernan
- Yoon Ha Lee
- Ken Liu
- Chen Qiufan
- Robert Reed
- E. Catherine Tobler
- Genevieve Valentine
- Peter Watts
- E. Lily Yu
…and several more to be announced soon. Julie Dillon will provide the cover art.
I want to say thank you to everyone that has participated so far. This is a very personal project and your support has not only made this dream a reality, but also helped me reclaim July 12th from the land of scary near-death experiences. Thank you!
This Friday will mark the first anniversary of my heart attack and today was first visit to the cardiologist’s office since December. I went through the standard routine of take my shirt off, laying down, being wired up for EKG, getting monitored for a few minutes, having the sticky pads pulled off, and then waiting for the doctor to come in and chat with me.
Nothing unusual to report, but I receive more reinforcement of just how severe things are. The new doctor (my old one moved away, but I previously met this one when I was in the hospital) has recommended that we replace one of my medications with something that shows more promise, so after Readercon I’ll make the switch. Otherwise, no changes. I had thought that I would be dropping a few of the medications, but given the severity of the existing damage and the likelihood of surviving another heart attack, he’s recommending a more conservative approach. I’m inclined to go with whatever keeps me the safest.
I go back again next month for an evaluation of how well the new medication works. Yay.
Fast Forward TV interviewed me about Clarkesworld at Capclave last October and has just put the show on YouTube. I don’t think I look as nervous as I was, but perhaps that’s just wishful thinking. If you are interested, you can see the episode here.
In the last nine months, I’ve had a heart attack, kidney stone, broken wisdom tooth and a defibrillator installed in my chest. Almost two weeks ago, my luck struck again. I was doing some yardwork, stepped on something and this flew into my face:
Unlike the one pictured above, the wineberry branch that struck me didn’t have any of those pesky leaves to slow it down. I was hit by a thorn-covered whip, right across my left eye and nose. It moved so fast, I didn’t have a chance to blink.
When all was said and done, there were five thorns in my eye: one in the pupil, three in the iris and one in the white of the eye. This necessitated a trip to the eye doctor, who referred me to a specialist, who in turn referred me to another. The first two didn’t feel confident removing the one that was very close to puncturing the eye.
It sounds worse than it feels, but they had to numb the eye and remove the thorn-splinters with a pair of tweezers. The one in the white of the eye was the smallest and last to come out. Unlike the others, it was problematic, so he pulled it and snipped the skin of the eye. Did I mention I’m squeamish?
Anyhow, so began my daily visits to the eye doctor. I was placed on antibiotics, but the big worry with plant-related eye injuries is the potential for fungal infection. So far, no mushrooms, but my eyesight (and sensitivity to light) was off for days. Still a bit blurry, actually.
The fortunate bit to this whole thing… if the branch was an inch longer, it would have hit both eyes. If the thorns were just a bit longer, the eye would have been punctured. If there were more spores on the thorns, I might have ended up with eye mushrooms.
In two weeks, I’ll find out if I’ll need glasses. At the moment, my other eye is compensating for the one that is slightly off. If that’s the worst of it, my luck has once again proven its weirdness.
PSA: Doing yardwork? Wear glasses. Don’t be stupid, like me.
Slowly adjusting to my life as a cyborg, post surgery. I’m still having trouble sleeping at night and sluggish through a chunk of the day. Fortunately, I can and do take naps. I spend most of the time feeling like some bully has grabbed the skin on my chest (like a shirt) and is lifting me up against a locker. Tylenol is becoming a close friend. It doesn’t help that I’m squeamish and the bandage is off (I’m stitched and glued shut), so I can see what a mess I am. I half expect to fall apart. They warned me the bruising would be bad (thank you blood thinners) but…
Despite that, I’m in reasonably good spirits. The pain is oddly comforting… reminding me that a little machine is in there watching over me. Ready to jump in and save my life if the need should arise.
I’m also feeling a strange compulsion to ready some cyborg stories. Anyone have some recommendations?