
I made a promise that if I was still alive I would be at the Eisner awards with a friend. It has been an up and down year and we are heading down budget style but when they announce the winners we will be there (or recovering nearby). I didn’t really get that it was attached to Comic-Con, the giant comic/gaming/book convention annually held in SanDiego (where anime is just a poor cousin…alas). But no problem as doing different things is the challenge of being human: change and grow.
So we are going on the road in about 36 hours, except I have to sleep 4 times in that period, and pack some clothes, and a few other things, you know, books, oxygen, moisturizer, um, dunno. I spent the whole evening figuring out how to use the PSP I have for hand therapy (that sounds really dirty doesn’t it?) for storing videos from youtube. Wow, way to suck up….oh 7 hours, EEEEPPPP! Oh well, I have about 20 videos and um, nothing else. Not even a corset: time to attack the closets and cupboards.
Oh, we are driving because I am a ‘frail thing’ (how exactly does a frail thing gain all this water weight, even the doctors say it is, they just don’t know how to get rid of it – oh wait, that’s because it is a side effect of congestive heart failure – which I figure can’t be THAT serious, I mean, they would DO something like, give me a ‘decongestant’ or is that something for allergy season?). Specifically a frail thing that can’t survive a take off (maybe, let’s find out!). I also will be posting EVERY DAY or TWO DAYS so tune in, okay? We are driving down to keep me in the air conditioning. I may have a survey of the hell hotels of the west coast, but Linda says ‘think the 1/3rd rule!’ – and so I do. After trying to gain strength and then getting whammed by the heat instead I am scared to go outside. Now that is reason enough TO GO OUTSIDE. Face my fears.
Linda is still applying for jobs, and with the heat gone we are both a bit more sane. Also, I don’t think about doing icky things to myself to stop the whole pain thing (imagine a life where all you can remember is a) heat hell b) not sleeping c) extreme pain d) seizures and other pain things. It makes life look, well, not one I would advertise. But I am EFM and I am on the road. HA! If someone can loan me $5 I can buy some postcards (all the money went to the trip and um...I dunno, it just GOES. That happen to anyone else? I use the library and they end up charging for LATE fees whether you are conscious or even in the hospital or not, boo to them!).
This is the garden I would LOVE to visit on the way to Comi-Con,

We went by the James Bay Market to talk to my favorite potter, who has made this vase.

We did about 50 postcards this weekend, and I did a postcard project blog post about the postcards up to this month, over at the postcard project. This was a ‘children’s week’ where we do a lot more of the children’s postcards, because it is cool as a kid to get a postcard.

Anyway, I am outta here. I will try to update tomorrow about how I lost almost an entire DAY (night and then day) trying to get Amazon.com to understand me. As Amazon does not have a policy for people with speech disabilities or impediments, I found out. And some call centers in some countries end up being a comedy routine of ‘who’s on First’ which goes on and on. At one point I kept trying to say, “I have a SPEECH impediment” and they kept going, “Spanish, you want someone to speak Spanish?”
As the day goes on I can be hard to understand unless you have been around me a lot. The tongue and throat muscles get weaker the more I talk.
I eventually said, “Non Espanol!” then asked, “Can you understand me?
“No,” the second person said (the first had said I was static and hung up on me), “I can’t understand you.”
I paused to ponder how they could answer that question so perfectly if they couldn’t understand me?
“Supervisor!” I said (It might have been closer to ‘Uper’isor’ but they got it and said, “Yes, I will transfer you.”
Thank GOD! I thought.
“If you could just outline to me verbally what you want to speak to the supervisor about.” They continued.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it. Dude, stop using the manual, PLEASE!
That was only part of call two of six.
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