AETW notes: 380

Ow. Last night, my shoulder started to hurt—my old twisted nerve thing. It didn’t seem too bad, and anyway, it hasn’t happened since I started chiro, so I thought it would sort itself out. Hah. I woke up every time I tried to turn over last night, and then I woke up this morning with a raging sinus headache as well. Ken said I didn’t have to go with him to the vet to drop Grimmie off, but I did anyway. Toyed with the idea of going back to bed, but decided not to. My head no longer hurts, but the back thing is still there. If it’s still hurting after my hair appt., I’ll call my chiropractor.

On the way to the vet’s, we had the radio tuned to KLOS, LA’s main rock station, and the famed Mark & Brian show. Well, suddenly we hear “You know when you guys had on Tommy Shaw and Somebody Blades, promoting their album?” We turned up the radio. The caller continued. “Well, they played all this acoustic stuff, and it was great, and I bought the album, and it was electric, man. It was terrible. I never listened to it again.” This did not make my morning any better. If I’d not been sleepy and headache-y, I would have called KLOS. The album is too acoustic, bonehead! I bet he was stupid and bought a Damn Yankees album instead of the Shaw/Blades album. Although, “Somebody Blades” made me snicker.

I was a good little writer today, and worked while I was getting my hair done. Notes on a short story, and notes on AETW—basically plotted the rest of the latter. Whenever I start books, I think I’ll never have enough material for a full-length novel, and I’m always surprised when I do. With this one, I got to about the midpoint, and panicked because I felt like I’d gotten farther in the emotional and plot development than should be happening at the midpoint. I’ve realised two things: (1) my subconscious gave me some nifty stuff to work with next, and (2) even if it’s short, I have things to go back in and add. (I know—duh. Work with me here. Sometimes I’m slow.) So, I’m going to write what I’ve got, and see how far it gets me. It’ll probably surprise me…

Got home to find a disturbing message from the vet. Grimoire stopped breathing under the anæsthesia, so they had to bring him out of it and resuscitate him. He’s okay and all, but it was still a little scary. He gets _really_ panicked now when we put him in the carrier, panting a lot, his poor yiddle nose and ears getting red. The vet says it’s possible that he hyperventilated all of the CO2 out of his system, so when he was put under, his body had no urge to breathe. We’re going to give him a month or so to recover, and try again; next time, they’ll tranq him first to calm him down. Poor wee mite. I can pick him up in a few hours. Eostre and Eclipse are curiously quiet, almost listless, today. I think they know something’s not right (even more so than just that Grimoire’s got hauled off in the Cage of Despair).

Grimoire’s okay, he really is. Hope I didn’t panic anybody. He was a bit groggy when I brought him home, but he’s been perking up steadily. He’s very clingy right now, but that’s to be expected.

Ken drove his brother to El Segundo (near LAX) because Dennis was buying a truck there, so we ate a bit late. I made Elizabeth’s Chicken, a recipe I adore (although it’s totally bad for us)—chicken, swiss cheese, cream of chicken soup, heavy cream, dry sherry, dry stuffing, and butter—and broccoli. We watched last night’s “Buffy” (another nice one) and tonight’s “Birds of Prey” (pretty good), and now we’re doing some final computer work before crashing. I’m too tired to sew or paint. Just isn’t gonna happen. I’ll screw something up.

Off to put my neck in traction for a bit, then sleep. G’night!