I haven’t posted a thing since October.  Probably because I got so damn depressed when a second surgery was required in early November.  Since then I’ve been slowly recovering and trying to put my life back together.

This weekend is when it all finally happens.  I’m moving back into my own place, going back to work full time effective Monday, and gaining some semblance of sanity once again.

I hope that I’ll be blogging more often once I’m settled in, but if you’ve been around this long, you know that I tend to get easily distrac…

Ooooohhhh SHINY!!

I’ve gotten a couple of emails lately asking me where I’ve been and how I’m doing.  If you sent me one, I’m replying, I promise.  I’m just really slow and lazy these days.  I blame Prince Vicodin.

A quick update… I’m still not able to walk.  My leg simply can’t hold the weight up yet.  I return to the doctor on the 23rd and hopefully he’ll clear me to start using weights so I can get the muscles back into shape.  I’m still pretty swollen at the top of my thigh, but closer to the knee and calf is now uber skinny.  I would not have minded losing a few pounds, but several pounds of much needed muscle is totes not cool.

I have been able to get out on occasion, but leaving the house requires massive planning and coordination.  There’s the one crutch/two crutch game to get down the stairs - one going down the steps inside and getting to the door, two on the landing, one going down the outside steps, and two once I hit the sidewalk.  Then there’s the wheelchair game - can it fit into the car?  Is the person taking me strong enough to lift it up and get it back out?  Did the leg things get knocked out of alignment again?  And, inevitably, there’s the “oh hell, I forgot my painkillers” moment as I realize I’ve been gone longer than I thought I would be.

All in all, it beats the hell out of sitting in the house talking to Teddy and trying to keep Enzo from eating him.  And seriously, there is only so much television I can handle.  Especially daytime television.  I now remember why I hardly ever had that thing on.  My brain, it hurts!

On August 8, I was admitted to the hospital with a badly fractured femur and other assorted injuries.  All the result of a very nasty motorcycle accident.  On August 9, I underwent surgery to repair my femur.  My stay in the hospital lasted until August 12, at which point I was begging to be released.

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Hello my friends… Just a quick update for those of you who come here looking for news about me.

In the wee hours of Saturday morning I was in a bit of an accident and have been in the hospital ever since. I will be posting a minimum of two blogs regarding some less than stellar experiences I’ve had since my arrival in hell.  And, naturally, I’ll post at least one or two poking fun at myself.  In the meantime, you can find me posting daily updates about the gourmet meals I’m being served over at Facebook.

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Note: yes, this is two blog posts in a day.  Don’t get all excited, it’s a rare event, and not likely to happen again any time soon.

One of the things you pick up in Anonymous groups (I’m not talking about the Internet Hate Machine, don’t start hatin’), is that you are supposed to submit your will to God.  God, god, Goddess, goddess, whatever, the god of your understanding.  Sort of difficult when one is for all intents and purposes an atheist, wouldn’t you say?

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All right, all right… I get it.  I haven’t posted much on any of the social networking sites, and I’ve gotten several inquiries as to my whereabouts and well being.  Well, my whereabouts are easy.  I’m in Leesburg, people.  LEESBURG.

As you’ve no doubt heard me grouse about before, my previous residence had two major issues.  One being that it was pretty much a given that any time it rained steadily for several days, my family room became the indoor swimming pool.  The second issue was the lack of response or concern on the part of the landlord.  Even an independent woman like me can only take so much before she contemplates tossing herself off the side of the American Legion Bridge on the way home from work.

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Someone used to say to me, after a particularly bad night finding me begging for a death that was far more preferable to the life I was living, that it wasn’t his fault, he had been painted into a corner.  As my journey in life takes me to new places, I find a bit of validity in those words.  With a minor edit; I have painted myself into a corner.

And so, here I am, in a different place now, or rather, preparing to be in a different place.  A bump in the road, perhaps, but a steep little bump at that.  The things I dreamed about, believed in, I realize are gone… again.  Today is where I exist; this place, this time.  With all the anticipation and dread that comes with it.

I find myself staring into a vast unknown, filled with more unease than I have felt in a great many years.  I’ve been through hell and back again, I’ve survived so much, and there are days when I am so tired.  But this latest adventure, if I can call it such, I have no one to blame but my own damn self.

I relaxed where I should not have, believed where there was nothing worthy of such faith, and allowed myself to get far too comfortable in a life that was never truly mine.  Again.

I’d say that I’ve learned my lesson, but the truth is, I haven’t.  I’ll do it again.  Over and over again.  I’ll believe in the happy ever after, because in this world, honestly, that belief is all I have left.  I’ll trust that the world won’t be so brutal, and when it is, I’ll sit quietly and lick my wounds and dream of better days.  And then I’ll get up and do it all over again.

I will giggle and laugh, I will find humor in the oddest places, and I will survive this newest change.  Perhaps I may not laugh as loud for awhile, and perhaps you might notice my eyes a little shinier than usual (it’s dust, I swear!), but I will land on my feet.

I will still believe in happy ever after when I come out of the other side of the rabbit hole.  There is nothing that will ever take that away from me; but for now, happy ever after seems so very far away.  Sometimes I resent the hell out of that, but this time, I did it to myself.

I’m walking into this thing with eyes wide open; maybe there’s a shimmer of belief left, maybe that shimmer just got up and walked away, but either way, I think I know exactly what I’m doing.  I think…

Several of my friends have expressed concern about the move I’m making, knowing me as they do and knowing how fragile that black little thing in my chest truly is, but I’ll remind them again of the promise I made to myself…

I’m going to love like I’ve never been hurt.

As mentioned previously, I’ve recently switched to AT&T because I fell in love with the sexy iPhone. As pretty much any of my friends can attest to, I’m firmly addicted to my phone. I’d rather text or email than talk, and much to my joy, I’ve found there’s an app for almost anything I can think of.

Imagine the look that crept across my face today as I opened my first bill and found that it was nearly $500. For one month. With over $300 in data charges. Yeah, I use it that much to access the interwebz, but OH HAI UNLIMITED DATA?!

Gathering myself up off the floor, I stared at it again and wondered what all the random charges were. Not being one to just pay a bill without questioning someone to hell and back first, I grabbed the house line and called AT&T.

After the last little incident - I still want that hour of my life back dammit - I was fully prepared to put my feet up and waste yet another hour of my life trying to get my bill straightened out.

Ah, but life does like to drop surprises in my lap from time to time, and sometimes good ones! Within a mere 15 minutes, half the charges on the phone were dropped, my account reviewed and adjusted accordingly for less minutes.

Apparently, even Mini-Me texts more than talking. Nearly 4000 text messages going through her phone, but under 400 minutes of talking time.

Now all I have to do is wait for the 3.0 software to come out and I can get back to sending quirky pictures to friends of the amusing things I run across in my daily life.

I’m still trying to get my heart to slow down, between the bill and the quick customer service, I’m still in a state of shock. A girl can only take so much in one day before losing her mind! And as we all know, mine is a little hinky to begin with.

Best solution: I’m off to have a Guinness!

As I woke up Sunday morning with the light streaming in through the windows, slowly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, it occurred to me that it was awfully bright and would hopefully be a nice day. That’s when it hit me that something was very very wrong.

Light coming in through the windows. Sunlight. And my alarm was set for 5:30. I literally threw myself out of bed, grabbed my phone, looked at the time and went into panic mode. I had 20 minutes to get myself caffeinated, showered, dressed, packed, and get to my girlfriend’s house about seven miles away.

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Party time!

I went to bed Friday night feeling a bit of anticipation for the DC 101 Chili Cook-Off on Saturday. Slated for the day was good food, lousy beer, good friends, and good music. I opted out of my usual Friday carousing, and instead stayed in, had a beer or two, cleaned the house, and went to the store to get breakfast for the crew Saturday morning.

Last year’s Cook-Off was a clusterfuck of lines, lines, and more lines. Two hours standing in line just to get in. Another hour lost standing in line to get beer tickets. More time lost standing in the beer line. Absolute insanity. This year promised to be different, with fewer lines and more room to wander around. Remembering last year’s hassle with parking, I suggested we take the Metro in.

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