Wow! What’s it been? Four – five months? Darn kids, I am sorry. As it sometimes happens in life, the train went off the rails, caught on fire, exploded, and the fire department just couldn’t put out the blaze.

You know what I mean. Life got busy and sticky and murky. I wasn’t focusing on things of quality, just distractions. I’m one of those sort of inconsistent people that goes through powerful spurts of fruitfulness that dip off into whatever catches my attention. Sometimes it’s just pure, friggin laziness. The entire effort goes from the might of Niagara Falls to the efficacy of a drippy back yard water hose. Do you folks know what I’m talking about? You know that jam? It’s unfortunately been my jam for some time now and I’ve been working diligently to change that, especially for the last two weeks.

So what happened? Back on Labor day, I tore my left lateral maniscus. I do not recommend. Zero stars. Avoid this, if you can, at all costs. Surgery was about two weeks ago. The following two days were some of the most excruciating physical pain of my life…..including childbirth. I am not kidding. This is not an exaggeration. If I ever hear some woman saying ever again, “Men don’t know what kind of pain we go through in childbirth. They haven’t felt real pain.” Blah, blah, blah!!!!! – I will check that misguided woman right there where she stands. You know what?? Giving birth is a unique pain, but it’s not the worst one! I never laid on a couch, unable to move or stand up, and simply cried from pain after I had my child. After the knee? Yeah, that’s pretty much what it was for 3 days afterwards. It was painful and humiliating.

Right now I’m on crutches. Most of the pain is gone, but the doctor says absolutely no walking without them for another two weeks if I want lefty to heal properly. After that, two weeks of physical therapy and then maybe I can do some normal life stuff like working and going to the gym. Ughhhhhhhhhh. The most annoying aspect of the crutches is that it takes about seven hundred and thirty six years to do EVERYTHING. Also, today was the first day I was able to drive anywhere by myself. I will warn you, friends, if you are struggling with a heavy door and are on crutches in public and other people witness the whole event they may not help you you. In fact, they might just watch the whole episode until its completion. While no one was obligated to aid me today, the short experience served to reinforce my general notion that the public at large is nothing but fucking trash.

There. Swearing always makes me feel better. I highly recommend it for both stress relief, comic relief, and casual conversation.

What this is all leading up to is that the injury has forced me to slow down whether I want to or not. And this stifling of regular activity has allowed me time to think and consider my life. It turns out I could do a lot more to reach my potential. Make my down time much more meaningful. I don’t want to be just another human turd on this rock zooming through space. There will be changes. Already I’ve made a few small ones. I’m going to keep on with it – and when these crutches come off and my physical therapy is complete, I’m going to burn this place to the fucking ground with my badassery.

Keep it cool,

Ms. Snow

Post script: I have been and will be adding to the fantasy novel on my “Winter of the Viros” page. If you’re into that sort of thing, get over there and dig on my swag. *kiss noise*