22013: Apologies for my Absence

Sometimes real life gets in the way of what you want to do.

I have a rare form of Klippel-Feil Syndrome, for example.  It's a fusion of the vertebrae that in my case occurs in the thoracic region, does not affect my neck, twisted and contorted my spine just enough that it makes me look slouchy
and causes me a considerable amount of pain.
200 mg of morphine's worth a day, for example.
And not even that helps much anymore.

I can't stand for very long or walk very far. Normal things that no one likes doing anyway like cleaning and taking out the trash are sometimes impossibilities for me.
I have had a lot of trouble with housemates for these reasons.
I will never backpack through Europe
or be a runner. I had to quit dance
and could never do gymnastics.
I always have to ask people
to wait for me.
Or help me.

Sometimes i come home and am in so much pain i just fall down and cry for half an hour because i can't sit up any longer.

It sucks. But there are always things that suck.
There is always something that will suck more for someone else
and less for someone other.
You do what you have to do
and be who you need to be.
And you work on the dreams you can.

I want to be a writer, for example. I can write anywhere. I can write any which way. Even when i can't sew or paint, i can still write.

Except for right now.

Because a week ago i was hit by a drunk driver, who succeeded in fucking up my spine even more. And who totaled my car. And i have to move a week from tomorrow and have barely gotten started.

So what i'm trying to say is
if you're interested in what i'm writing,
please don't go anywhere if my entries become sparse.

I promise i will pick them up again, once i am moved in to my new home.

Perhaps i will even scan some photos of The School and whichever students i can find who will give their permission,
or who are deceased.

Sadly, there are a few.

But if i tell you now who was killed,
who committed suicide,
and who was last seen homeless and on parole,
you may have less of a reason to come back and find out for yourselves.

So
my promise to you:
I will resume my work on The School

I am also nearly finished with some new stories, one of which i should be able to post quite soon. So please don't think i would ever abandon poor Werewolf or his secret hideout. This is my one remaining safe place. The last refuge of my people...

I will return.