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Feb. 14th, 2003 09:39 pmWhat an extremely odd week it's been.
For the past several days, I've been keeping a browser window on my computer open to cnn. com, and every hour or so I click over to it, refresh, do a quick scan for screaming headlines, and then click away again. It's not like I'm really expecting disaster--just that the ambient atmosphere of apprehensive tension is hard to get away from.
Against that backdrop, it seems like a lot of people I care about have been stricken down lately with health problems. In the most recent and heartbreaking news,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laurashapiro won't be able to make it to Escapade, and even though I'm immensely relieved she's recovering, I still have to shake my fists at the heavens, and sob. Closer to home, P. has been having some mysterious throat ailment, and a conversation with his incredibly socially-maladroit, communication-impaired and nonempathic ENT specialist left him convinced he has throat cancer and will probably die soon. He had a CT scan on Thursday, the results of which won't be available until next week, and in the interim I'm trying to reason with him. I mean, basically, I'm convinced he'll be *just fine* -- unless, of course, he isn't, which is always possible, though I am resolutely not looking at that.
And on a wholly selfish level, I've been wallowing in the post-posting stupor. It's been incredibly reassuring to get feedback that assures me that the story basically succeeded at conveying what I wanted it to, that fundamentally it achives what I strove for. I'm slowly pulling myself together to get launched on the next thing, and hope to start actually making progress this weekend. That is, assuming nothing catastrophic happens in the next few days, assuming I and the rest of the world are all still here in a week. I don't really know what I can do except keep on with what I'm doing; it's not like sitting here gnawing on my fingers helps anything, god knows.
For the past several days, I've been keeping a browser window on my computer open to cnn. com, and every hour or so I click over to it, refresh, do a quick scan for screaming headlines, and then click away again. It's not like I'm really expecting disaster--just that the ambient atmosphere of apprehensive tension is hard to get away from.
Against that backdrop, it seems like a lot of people I care about have been stricken down lately with health problems. In the most recent and heartbreaking news,
laurashapiro won't be able to make it to Escapade, and even though I'm immensely relieved she's recovering, I still have to shake my fists at the heavens, and sob. Closer to home, P. has been having some mysterious throat ailment, and a conversation with his incredibly socially-maladroit, communication-impaired and nonempathic ENT specialist left him convinced he has throat cancer and will probably die soon. He had a CT scan on Thursday, the results of which won't be available until next week, and in the interim I'm trying to reason with him. I mean, basically, I'm convinced he'll be *just fine* -- unless, of course, he isn't, which is always possible, though I am resolutely not looking at that.And on a wholly selfish level, I've been wallowing in the post-posting stupor. It's been incredibly reassuring to get feedback that assures me that the story basically succeeded at conveying what I wanted it to, that fundamentally it achives what I strove for. I'm slowly pulling myself together to get launched on the next thing, and hope to start actually making progress this weekend. That is, assuming nothing catastrophic happens in the next few days, assuming I and the rest of the world are all still here in a week. I don't really know what I can do except keep on with what I'm doing; it's not like sitting here gnawing on my fingers helps anything, god knows.