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Stupid ol' clouds, why you got to rain on my parade??

Figures.... this weekend is setting up to be an Epic Win, and I have to set myself up as an Epic Fail....

So many wonderful things are aligning in my microcosmic/nerdy universe for this weekend that I can hardly stand it... and lo, I am hardly standing at all *pathetic sigh*

September 23rd kicks off----

     1/ FenCon VIII in Dallas, linked here. It'll be the first time I've seen a literary convention and the first time I've seen any part of Dallas, other than the airport. I can't wait for this road-trip!

     2/ The second part of the First Round of NYC Midnight Flash Fiction contest, linked here. I don't really know how I'm going to manage to get this story written in 48 hrs while the convention's going on--- let's hope the hotel's WiFi doesn't flip out--- I blogged about the first part of the First Round here, and posted my first round story, here, if you'd like to give it a read.

    3/ Season 7 of one of the few shows I actually try to keep up with: Supernatural--- sue me, I'm a drooling fangirl!

How could this not be a more perfect weekend???  Yeah, about that....

I'm not accident-prone, nor am I overly susceptible to the yearly viruses that float around--- but, when I do get sick, or I do get hurt.... I do it right! Suppose I'm an overachiever in that department as well----

Last week I sported a lovely chest-cold/bronchitis thing that had me croaking like a frog. I panicked, thinking this would be a great way to make a first impression at the first convention I'd managed to attend--- but, my voice (as of 2 days ago) is nearly back to normal. Whew! Crisis averted.... I thought.

Yesterday, in what can only be described as a freak twist of fate, I was knocked from a step-ladder by a shelving unit in our store that decided it no longer wanted to be connected with the wall. There was no warning--- suddenly I was overcome by the sheer force of dozens of books as they pummeled into my chest. In less than a second, I stepped back from the ladder and felt myself free-falling toward the concrete floor of our backroom.

One loud pop from my right ankle and a couple of seconds of rolling to my left, I lay gasping---- wondering what the hell had just happened.

I stood--- remembering the dozens of times I've twisted this ankle in the past--- and put weight on my foot, thinking I could "walk it off" the way I'd done in the past.... yeah, wrong!  Trembling all over, sweat pouring down my face, I suddenly realized I'd really hurt myself. I could feel my foot actually swelling against the inside of my shoe--- that was a new experience.


So, I hobbled home yesterday (sorry to the co-worker who had to stay and cover my shift), and I called in this afternoon (sorry to the same co-worker who had to come in on her day off to, again, cover my shift). I've spent more than 24 hrs icing, wrapping and taking more ibuprofen than is considered safe for a horse--- the pain is considerably lessened, but I have a tri-colored foot and a mildly swollen ankle---

What a  way to prepare for an epic weekend..... *double sigh*


  1. First of all, SO sorry about your ankle. Bad bookshelf!! Seriously, I hope you full much better very soon. If not, commandeer one of the motorized carts and zip around wherever you want. :)

    Secondly, squeeeee! You get to see Gail Carriger. She is one of my favorite authors.

  2. Sorry. I meant feel, not full! To excited about the Gail Carriger thing, I guess. :)

  3. That's terrible - are you sure you haven't broken it? Then you can sue the bookshop. But serously sounds like a nerdtastic weekend.

  4. Broken? I don't have a clue... suppose I should have had it seen to, but I'm one of those "I can take care of it myself, people"... :-)

    Besides, if I sued the bookshop, then where would I work??

    Nerdtastic! Definitely the word for it!!!! :-)

  5. Get an x-ray. Better to know what you're dealing with and how to treat it. Then you can really enjoy the con!

  6. You're right, of course.... I'll probably go tomorrow...


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