Broken bones suck.
I'm writing this as a quick update for you all - if anyone still reads! ACK, I suck and am a bad blogger!
On the 30th I was out for a walk with my family, slipped on the ice and somehow found myself with a completely shattered lower right leg. Like in three places. With splinters, and free floating parts, and stuff. The grossest thing? Whenever I move it, I feel the pieces rattle together. And since it took forever for the ambulance to get there, it was too swollen for a proper surgery right away.
Which meant I've had a broken leg *healing without being correctly set* until today. Tomorrow, actually, when I go into the hospital to (presumably) have it all rebroken, reset with screws, and plates, and outside things that make me queasy and shall turn me into a cyborg.
Needless to say this has not been easy, as Loki cannot look after herself (no matter how brilliant she is) and the hubs has to work. SO we're all camped out at the grandparents who have admirably risen to the challenge of a 10 month old and an incredibly crabby writer (who is in too much pain to concentrate and write) the last 10 days.
But Tuesday, it shall be all better. I've downloaded a new app for the iPhone that says it will allow me to blog from my German Hospital Room! We'll see, says I.
But also? There is some coolness. Galleys are here, and the lovely Cindy Pon took a picture of my book cover at ALA MidWinter 2011: (upper right)
If you think about me, don't bother with the healing vibes BS. Send me some pain pills so I can just freaking write. I think I'm going mad. 
On the 30th I was out for a walk with my family, slipped on the ice and somehow found myself with a completely shattered lower right leg. Like in three places. With splinters, and free floating parts, and stuff. The grossest thing? Whenever I move it, I feel the pieces rattle together. And since it took forever for the ambulance to get there, it was too swollen for a proper surgery right away.
Which meant I've had a broken leg *healing without being correctly set* until today. Tomorrow, actually, when I go into the hospital to (presumably) have it all rebroken, reset with screws, and plates, and outside things that make me queasy and shall turn me into a cyborg.
Needless to say this has not been easy, as Loki cannot look after herself (no matter how brilliant she is) and the hubs has to work. SO we're all camped out at the grandparents who have admirably risen to the challenge of a 10 month old and an incredibly crabby writer (who is in too much pain to concentrate and write) the last 10 days.
But Tuesday, it shall be all better. I've downloaded a new app for the iPhone that says it will allow me to blog from my German Hospital Room! We'll see, says I.
But also? There is some coolness. Galleys are here, and the lovely Cindy Pon took a picture of my book cover at ALA MidWinter 2011: (upper right)
If you think about me, don't bother with the healing vibes BS. Send me some pain pills so I can just freaking write. I think I'm going mad.
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