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[link]Today I'm having a deficit of creativity. I can't even blog right - thank the Gods that my site readers are understanding, also - I "lifeblog" and as we all know - sometimes - life is crap.
I'm slated for a reaming this coming Tuesday. They need to shove cameras up my ass and scrape my guts out onto little slides for later inspection. Its a full day surgery procedure so I'm going in, getting knocked the hell out, being shoved out of bed into a hard wheelchair afterwards and then shipped out in a smelly taxi, headed for home and Kylearyn's loving ministrations. He's coming with me and waiting for the procedure to finish, he knows how much it bothers me plus I'm not allowed to leave without a chaperone - they worry about the anesthesia and possible late reactions. Weemale will be with the Grands, Gods bless their dear hearts, and Bee is old enough to understand and take special care.
That should be an interesting evening. The anesthesia makes me horribly depressed, almost suicidal, so I'm glad that I won't be alone. The experience itself leaves me feeling violated and hollow. I should be able to muster up some kind of artistic expression over that mess, for sure...
Why do I write/paint/create better when I feel as though my whole world has crashed around my feet? I know that "tortured artist" thing is bunk, but...
*sighs deeply*Oh well... Oh bla dee, oh bla daaa...