Howdy, pardners. You may remember that in October of 2022, I got into a car accident. No, you know what, eff that, I’m not saying that I got into a car accident because I didn’t get into anything. I was minding my own business and someone else involved me in their car accident. And as a result, I have to have surgery.
Did you know your shoulder could rupture? I do! The orthopedic surgeon I was referred to pointed to this little black triangle on the MRI image and was like, “Do you see that?” and I, in all my medical expertise, thought, why yes, I do, this must be the injury. And then he pointed to a giant white mass that took up the rest of the image and said, “That’s what we want all of this white part to look like.”
I have so much stuff fucked up. One of my biceps is just no longer an option, I guess. Another muscle has a “full thickness tear,” and something is going to have to be done inside my shoulder that involves screws but honestly, I didn’t catch it all because this is so intensely gross that I was going to puke and pass out, probably at the same time.
Now, I’m not just putting this here to overshare and traumatize you with the knowledge that, under the correct conditions, someone might describe your shoulder as “ruptured.” It’s because I have to face the fact that my very productive 2023 might not be as productive as I previously hoped. Before the accident, I had set some ambitious but totally doable goals. I signed two contracts and started working on two books concurrently. One of those books is due March 30, and one is due April 1.
My surgery cannot be put off any longer, and I will have the operation on March 12.
I’m not panicking. You’re panicking.
No, I’m actually not panicking, but I am definitely prioritizing. First comes the legal, contractual obligations. Because I may have an immobilized right arm—my dominant arm—for up to three months, I’m scrambling to finish those books. I carefully budgeted my time in a realistic way, but now that I’m looking at a whole month just thhhttthhhpppttt right off the calendar, things are a little more urgent. I need to put those projects front and center.
Second on the priority list comes the Trout Nation Patreon. Because I have to eat.
And unfortunately, third place is this blog. Which I never envisioned happening. There was a time not too long ago that I considered myself a blogger first, and an author second. For a while now, I’ve hated that I haven’t been releasing chapters of The Business Centaur’s Virgin Temp and the Crave recaps regularly. “Things are going to be different in 2023!” I promised myself.
Foolishly.
Now, I’m not suspending either of those projects or saying I’m shutting the blog down, but I am going on hiatus here. March isn’t terribly far away, and on top of the time crunch, the injury itself makes it difficult to type, which is basically my entire job. I’ve started typing with my left hand, but as someone who types 90 WPM with both hands, 11 WPM as a beginning one-hander makes me gnash my teeth and curse God. It’s not practical for me to try to work on two simultaneous books, Patreon, and the blog, while typing at the speed of ketchup coming out of a glass bottle.
And did I mention that just days before I was told that physical therapy wasn’t an option and actually someone was going to be slicing and dicing inside my arm, I was cast as Bea in Something Rotten? Which, honestly, is going to be a great distraction for me. The show goes up like two weeks before the surgery, so I won’t have time to even worry about all the things about surgery that scare me, like “what if the anesthesia fails” or “what if I pee the bed the second I wake up, like I did last time?” The theater is very access-aware, so I’ll be choreographed and blocked around the injury, which is also very cool.
So, for right now, just expect that if there are posts here, fantastic, if not, it’s because of all that shit up there, and I’m otherwise on hiatus. In the meantime, I’ve been making TikToks somewhat regularly because that doesn’t require use of my arm. If you’re on TikTok, I’m over there just saying stuff.
Otherwise, cross your fingers that my arm is fixable, nothing goes wrong worse with it, and my recovery is speedy and I don’t miss out on all the good roller skating weather.
Thank you for the update. And definitely take care of yourself. That is more important than any blog.
I hope your surgery and recovery goes well, though I’m sorry you need it in the first place. Also I really hope the driver who caused the accident is well insured.
I wish you all the luck with managing to get your books written before your surgery. Just take care of yourself.
Oh geez that’s a lot to deal with! I have screws in my right foot; I remember how scary that surgery and recovery was (honestly, the recovery less so because i was knocked out on pain meds for most of it lol).
Hope everything goes as smoothly as it can!! Don’t forget to ask for help when you need it.
Holding good thoughts for you for a successful surgery and quick recovery.
Well, that’s a heap of suck. Wishing you a successful surgery and a pee-free awakening.
I hope your surgery and recovery go smoothly! Please take all the time you need. Best of luck with the book deadlines! This is a lot to deal with.
Consider my fingers crossed. I wish you a speedy recovery and fun times with all your endeavors.
Take care of yourself, first of all! I wish you good luck for the surgery and a speedy recovery.
You might already have thought of it, but in case you haven’t: have you tried dictating your books? There’s some pretty good speech-to-text software out there.
I wish you a speedy recovery. Please take care of yourself. The blog posts can wait.
Just go do your thing, make money and be awesome! We’ll be here when/if you get back.
Oof, that sucks. Take care of the needful, never mind the blog.
I don’t post much but I read regularly, and I’ll miss your stuff but your priorities are bang on target. Go for it, get better, we’ll still be here.
Glad you’re back! I hope you’re feeling much, much better soon!