The Day I Dropped Out of the Sky

Otherwise known as, I’m back, bitches.

Have you missed me? It’s ok if you didn’t. But feel free to regale me with platitudes of love and loss in the comments if you did, of course.

In real world time, I’ve not been away too long, but in the land of writing and the internet, I’ve been away for years it seems. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. In my case, lack of the basic necessities of life got in the way. It’s a bit difficult to craft compelling stories to post online when there’s no electricity! Damn electric company, demanding payment and such.

Bastards.

For those of you following along at home, there was an accident:

Good times! My family was already going through a financial crisis, as my husband had been laid off, so this just added insult to injury, or would it be the other way ‘round?

Thanks to quite a few lovely folks here donating to and sharing my GoFundMe page, I received enough donations to pay half my electric bill and stave off those hounds for a week past the due date. When that date came and went, and I did not have the other half required, they shut off the electricity.

I had been calling around to agencies and such, even before my accident, in an attempt to obtain aid with this bill to no avail. After the service was terminated, as of yesterday, I was able to get social services to help, finally. Thankfully. So, we are good to go for a few weeks in the electricity department.

Thank you all, that donated, shared, and were here through comments, for your support through all of this. I honestly don’t know what I would do were it not for this community. My family here at home is pretty much the only family I have, and we do okay most days, but it is wonderful to have a community who cares outside these four walls.

As for my injury, well, it still fucking hurts, but I’m working on it.

I walk as much as I can, I’m doing my own physiotherapy as I can’t afford to go to one, and I just have to leave it at that for now. Surgery isn’t going to happen any time soon and I’ve accepted this. There’s no use crying over spilled milk. Complaining about it will change nothing, so I just get up, do what I can, and leave it at that.

Writing has been my saving grace more times than I can count, so beyond the physical, that’s what I have to focus on, now that I have the means to do so again.

I’ve a lot of catching up to do here, hopefully I still have a few folks reading what I have to say as well.