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This feels like a step backwards… (health update)

Earlier this evening my muscles turned all jelly-like after I drove to get a prescription. I suspected blood sugar (this has happened several times), so I ate a peanut butter sandwich and some Halloween candy.

It didn’t get better after an hour, but Forrest had to go to work, so he suggested that I take a nap and see how I felt when I woke up. I slept in about 10-minute increments for an hour, then just lay there for about 30 minutes before finally getting up. My heart’s been kind of pounding, but kind of not, and it makes sleeping difficult.

I got up, peed, moved around a bit, and I don’t feel much better, but it’s not as bad as it was. It’s more like a sleep hangover, right now.

However, I’m bundled up in fleece and flannel, sweatshirt, etc. (I even slept in my sweatshirt, which I never do), and I feel really hot, so I was like “oh, gosh, maybe I have a fever!” Being sick would totally explain everything, right?

…my temp is 97.1. It hasn’t budged from that since I first took it over an hour ago. My feet and hands are cold (not unusual), but the rest of me feels warm.

I am at a loss, guys. I am just at a complete loss. The only thing I can come up with is hypothyroid neuropathy, because I have hypothyroidism that’s not currently being treated, and a thyroid nodule.

(For those who missed my announcements elsewhere, I am no longer on Lyme treatment due to lack of progress with the weaker regimen, and with that, I had to stop my thyroid meds, since my LLMD is the one who diagnosed me and was treating me for my hypothyroidism.)

I have an appointment with an endocrinologist, soon (the referral is taking a while to go through because they lost my paperwork), so this’ll hopefully be taken care of, but good lord. GOOD LORD.

I am putting on a happy face.

When I see you, I am smiling. I am acting how you would expect a person to act in public.

I might have a bit of a limp, or walk stiffly, but I will reach out and shake your hand, or give you a hug, and express that I’m glad to meet/see you.

I will probably sit down frequently. This may be interpreted as me being tired because I’m fat, and you’re partly correct in that assumption.

Here’s what’s going on in my body at this time, from head to toe:

  • My head feels like it’s filled with cotton. I can think, but it’s stuck in glue.
  • My eyes are simultaneously dry, and leaking a clear…”goo” is the best word. I cannot keep them clear, and am having trouble seeing.
  • My throat keeps failing me when I speak, cracking and causing me to sound as though I’ve been crying.
  • I can’t even describe my neck and upper back pain – it’s just there, all the time.
  • My sternum keeps cracking, because my breasts are too big for my weakened muscles to support properly.
  • My boobs hurt, too, which makes bras hurt, which makes the whole “support” issue a bigger problem.
  • When I eat, I get a variety of pains in my abdomen. It starts in the upper right, goes to the lower left, and ends in the middle at the bottom…where my uterus used to be. It feels like menstrual cramps. It’s very disconcerting.
  • My hips keep freezing. I have to pop them into place occasionally. Changing position frequently is required in order to keep them from getting stuck. Sitting in general hurts, but so does standing.
  • Speaking of pain, my knees and ankles are just not liking the concept of “walking,” right now, which is a shame. I have shit to do.
  • My left shin has decided that a cramp is a good idea. How does one even get a muscle cramp in their shin? I have to assume it’s nerve pain, I suppose.
  • The soles of my feet burn with every step, and my toes feel as though I’ve stubbed them all.

I am smiling as much as I can, and it’s all for you.

I don’t mind a bit.

Smile back.

Have a conversation with me.

Treat me like a human being.

I will keep smiling.

Health Update! [superhero noises]

I don’t often update about health, here, any more, and it’s because I’m so damned tired.

I got a promotion, of sorts, at work. I’m the site editor, now, which means more work, but it’s varied, so I don’t mind. Other details aren’t really important, but I’m worn out.

I’m still on the original abx for my Lyme treatment. I initially thought that I wasn’t going to have a bad reaction, but then I went out of town and overdid it after overdoing it at a convention, and I haven’t really recovered, since. I’ve had a couple of days where I was able to get out and about (a day at the mall, with frequent resting, and a wedding reception where I spent most of the time sitting), but for the most part, I’m in bed with my laptop. Again.

Today I went to my neurologist, and since I’ve seen an uptick in migraines due to stress (only a couple, but that’s still significant in 3 months, after not having more than one in a 6-month period, before), my meds were all upped. My muscle relaxer (to keep the occipital headaches at bay), my nerve pain meds (to help stave off the migraine before it starts), and the Lamictal (which is the main thing keeping the migraines away).

I haven’t gotten the other two meds, yet, but I’m starting the higher dose of those, tomorrow. I took the higher dose of Lamictal, today, because I was out of my lower dose, and I’m so dopey right now that I can barely do my work. Answering emails is a huge part of it, because that’s where we get the majority of our stories. So I forward stories to the staff, reply to devs, etc. It’s not really difficult, but it’s time-consuming, and requires some attention to detail for personalization and confirmation.

I haven’t gained or lost weight in quite a few months. I’m 15 pounds heavier than I was at this time, last year, though, which is kind of depressing. It shouldn’t matter, but when you’re at the tipping point between “heavy” and “fat,” 15 pounds is similar to the difference noticed in a really thin person. It’s strange, but true. I mostly notice it in my face and upper arms, though I know my midsection is bigger, too.

That seems like a weird thing to focus on, but I’d rather focus on that than whatever the flagyl is probably doing to my brain. It’s the med that made me speak in a weird accent due to messing with my brain stem (that still sounds weird when I type it), so I’m super-paranoid.

I go back to my LLMD in a few weeks, so we’ll see what happens. I might take a break from the abx – do some pulse-dosing with a few months off, a few months on. I think that’ll help us get a handle on where I stand.

I haven’t really used my wheelchair, yet, because I’m stubborn, but the time is coming. Especially with the med changes. My neuro told me I can NOT take it if it makes me too tired, so there’s that. He’s honestly pretty damned great – I’m really lucky to have him as my doctor.

I’m not in a bad mood or anything – being tired makes me cranky, but I can usually temper it. Stress has caused me to regress a bit, in terms of coping mechanisms, but I’m seeing someone about that, so I’ll be okay.

I’m trying to be optimistic. That’s another reason I haven’t been writing a lot about my illness, this go-round. I find that the less I talk about it (denial! woo!), the more optimistic I can be.

So that’s that. Hope all of you are doing well. :)

And spoons made me fat.

People are dead in Oregon because someone broke the law.

Another law is just another law for a criminal to break. This is an extremely simple concept.

Taking cars away from everyone because of a drunk driver makes no sense, but they kill more people every year than gun violence (here’s a handy breakdown of the numbers for you [you’ll note that they decided to compare miles to bullets, which is stupid, so their end argument is a fallacy by way of bias, but still – numbers that you can see yourself] – I found sources on both sides of the aisle that said basically the same thing; note that this is all vehicular deaths, not just drunk drivers).

I’m not saying everyone needs a gun, or that everyone has to agree that guns are awesome, or anything like that. I just think that we need to focus on the person who did the horrible thing, rather than the object they used.

In short:  I’m not blaming anyone or anything except the person who committed the crime.

I’m not insensitive to the dead. The way they died doesn’t change that their lives have ended, and that it’s extremely sad that one person had such an awful effect on so many. I’m heartbroken for those families.

Let’s focus on the people. They’re the ones with the power to act. Cars and guns just sit there until we decide to use them.

If you can’t be bothered to focus on people rather than objects, perhaps your empathy is in the wrong place, and you shouldn’t be driving, either. We can’t have you treating pedestrians like pylons.

Can we stop with this shit?

I read this article, earlier, and I have some thoughts. It turned into something too long for Facebook, but I don’t feel like editing the format, so please excuse the somewhat-jumbled style.

In high school, some fellow 9th graders read “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.” There’s an earnest depiction of child rape, from the eyes of a pre-adolescent girl. Some people were bothered by it, but they read it because it was part of the assignment. The teacher was very frank about it. I wasn’t in that class (I didn’t read that book until I was 27, in fact), but I remember a girl in my health class telling me that it really bothered her because of her past (she didn’t elaborate, but the way she said it, you knew she’d seen some shit). Everyone else was just squicked out by the concept, as they should be. The girl with the actual issue was excused from the book, and given an alternate assignment that explored the same issues of poverty and race, and everyone moved on.

That book has been challenged (attempted to be banned) nearly 40 times, IIRC.

I don’t have a “kids these days” comparison, because when I was in college, the books I read were part of honors classes, and my classmates were all respectful of the fact that the world is not a pretty place, and that we were there to learn, pretty much just like when I was in high school (the only reason books weren’t read was because of laziness).

I do read Tumblr because it amuses me. But I’ve had to block words and phrases not because the topics themselves offend me, but because the opponents of those concepts are terrifying. I don’t mind hearing about Ferguson – this stuff is a problem. But the constant barrage is too much.

I don’t like even considering following politics because it’s so divisive that the tension is enough to make my blood pressure go up. I love a good debate – I love listening to more than one side, presenting points, and even having my mind changed. But people don’t want to change your mind – they want you to be of the same mindset from the beginning, or they think you a lesser being…and they’ve become vicious.

College kids are particularly prone to this phenomenon, I think, because college is that time where they can start making their own life decisions in earnest, away from their parents, for the most part. We’re told that college is where we go to be free and become who we really are. We’re told that it’s where we can cut loose and shape our lives.

We just need to learn that shaping our lives shouldn’t involve shaping everyone around you by force. I will avoid conversations that bother me, but I will not tell someone to not speak for fear of my delicate psyche. I know what makes me anxious, and I’m learning to deal with it by *gasp* thinking about those things and rationalizing my reaction to them.

Does talk of rape make me uncomfortable? Lord, yes. But I’ve figured out that it’s not necessarily the memory of my sexual assault that makes me feel awful – reading about it is not a trigger. It’s empathy. It’s a very uncomfortable realization that while I don’t know exactly what that person went through, I understand the emotions that come with it – the shame, etc. It’s like being embarrassed for someone, to oversimplify the feeling.

I won’t try to police when people should say they have a trigger, but I sure as hell know that if someone uses the word “bitches” to describe women as a whole, that’s an eye-roller, not a personal attack that threatens me or my way of life. It’s just a shitty thing. I’ve seen people get upset by being called a “girl” if they’re over the age of 18. ...really?

And people wanting to pet a camel is not animal cruelty, for fuck’s sake.

I’ve got different gender and sexuality things happening (I’m still figuring it out after detaching myself from the stuff to keep from thinking about it for over 20 years), suffer from depression and PTSD from prolonged abuse, and according to some internet residents, that should excuse me if I decide to go on a rampage against “cisgndered” heterosexuals who are “problematic.” NOOOOOO. You don’t win friends and influence people by being an asshole.

And you don’t gain anything by turning your head or plugging your ears (or, in some cases, issuing a gag order) whenever something that bothers you pops up. You LOSE, significantly, because that life experience that teaches us how different we all are, and how the world is shaped, is vital to surviving.

Ironically, by trying to celebrate differences, Millenials are trying to created a hive mind. The 1984-esque future where sameness is king isn’t coming from one political party or another – it’s coming from the very people who want the world to be colorful and different.

You can’t preach tolerance if you have none, yourself, and “tolerance” doesn’t just apply to folks who are closed off to the changing world – it applies to people who want to change the world to suit their needs.

We’re all in this together. Remember that. There is more than one perspective, and until we learn to look at a box from all sides, we aren’t even really certain of whether it can actually hold anything.

I’m slightly loopy from lack of sleep, so again, I’m sorry if this seems detached. I’m just tired of watching people turn into this kid:

little giants padding

We don’t have to sit there and take it if someone is a complete dicknugget to us. Getting hurt is no fun. But being inconvenienced teaches us how best to deal with similar situations later in life.

That’s it, I’m done. Bye, Felicia.


It begins anew. Day 1.

I’m on Rifampin, Flagyl, and Tindamax.

I took my first dose of this new regimen (which, aside from the Tindamax, is the one I started on June 1, 2013 – how time flies…) at around noon, since I woke up kind of late.

Yesterday, my mom and I did some work around the yard, in part because it needed to be done (and I needed her help to do some of the things), and in part because I knew it would be a while before I was able to do anything outside. I overdid it, tweaked my back pretty badly, and have been taking muscle relaxers to be able to move around and do what I need to (just in terms of basic human functions). Alas, this also means that, despite going to bed at a semi-reasonable hour last night, I also slept a bit late.

Anyway, the first thing I’ve noticed is the horrible aftertaste. My mouth tastes like cat pee smells, and I’ve already rinsed my mouth out several times. I got out of the habit of chewing gum because the teeth on my left side hurt when I do (I’ve had a filling in two molars on the bottom, since last time), but now I recall, vividly, why I chewed all that gum in the first place. It’s NASTY.

I’m nauseated for the most part due to this aftertaste. It’s just unpleasant. I have gagged a few times, but have managed to keep breakfast down.

Due to the need for something on my stomach when I take my meds, I’m adding proteins and carbs to my diet from here on out. I can’t juice the way I wanted to, but it’s okay. I’m getting whole fruits and veggies, now, and am going to be taking time out tonight to cut up and make baggies of those kinds of snacks to nibble on throughout the day. I’m going to limit carb and/or protein consumption to when I’m taking my pills. I just hope I don’t gain an aversion to chicken, again. That was awful.

I’m going to try to keep track of symptoms as they happen. If I feel completely terrible within a few days, I know (and I feel that this whole thing is deliciously ironic) that the meds are doing what they need to do.

Hopes for this round:

  • No wheelchair.
  • Not as much nausea or vomiting.
  • Maintain decent energy.
  • No increased insomnia.
  • Not a horrible amount of hypersomnia, either.
  • Less muscle pain than last time.
  • Less joint restriction than last time.

I know you’re supposed to let your doctors know when you start this kind of treatment, but my neurologist doesn’t give a shit about Lyme treatment (seriously, he told me he doesn’t care, because that’s not what he’s treating), and my GP is kind of cavalier about the whole thing – she reasons that as long as I’m under the care of someone who’s monitoring me closely, it’s fine. And it’s not like they don’t have the positive blood test in my file.

I think my reservations about this situation, or the main one, is that my LLMD is booked solid through November. I’m supposed to check in, and change meds, in 3 months (September). So I guess I’m going to either have to do a phone consultation, or just leave a message being like “yo, this is what happened, what’s the next step?” and hope the nurses actually call me back.

So that’s what’s going on, today. I’m going to be taking things as they come, and trying to not anticipate bad things…but I’m also going to prepare for them. Forrest’s work schedule will either prove to be problematic or fortuitous, depending on how horribly my sleep schedule gets messed up. I have friends in the area willing to help, so regardless, I think I’m going to be okay.

And I still have my parasol, so damn it, I’m going to keep trying to leave the house in spurts, because I’m tired of being cooped up, and don’t want that to be my life, again.


I went in for my Lyme appointment on Wednesday, just as a follow-up, and didn’t plan on talking about some of the bad physical things going on with me, lately, with my LLMD, because I didn’t think much of it – I figured it was summer, me being tired, and me being on Trazodone, again (which I’ve stopped taking – weaned myself off last week).

(The bad things are as follows: I’ve been feeling objectively awful, lately. My sleep schedule has varied so wildly that I am having trouble keeping up with day-to-day stuff. I’m depressed as hell. My med doses have had to be adjusted numerous times in a short period of time because my blood pressure is dipping and going up, seemingly at random. Yeah, I have osteoarthritis of the hip, but my hip hasn’t been the joint hurting me the most, lately, and the pain has been worse, affecting how I sit, stand, and walk.)

He gave me a look. It was the “I have a bad feeling about this…” look, mixed with the “…fuck” look. It was like he was afraid of relapse at the same time as his brain went “WELP,” and he sat there for a second before just beginning to prattle off the names of antibiotics.

I’m sure I looked like this:

awkward moment sophie 2

Mad props to Sophie for giving me the most awkward face ever.

He asked me which ones worked for me in the past, and my mind just derped, and I started rattling off the names of the meds I started on, way back at the end of 2013. He wrote them down, then said something about an antibiotic meant to kill teensy organisms, and went on about different drugs targeting different forms of Lyme. It’s all stuff I know, but it was startling to hear him going on and on about it, after being in remission for 6 months. The only times I’ve been really thinking about Lyme were in past-tense, like “Oh, this happened because of Lyme…is it reversible or not? Can I improve it? Okay, let’s deal with that.” I got my singing voice back. My endurance is still meh, but it’s so much better than it was. I gained a shitload of weight, but I can enjoy food without worrying about whether or not it was wasted by my eating it, only to throw it back up because of medication side effects.

He called in my prescriptions, we talked about my bloodwork, and I gave more blood for a thyroid test (that they keep messing up, for some damned reason). My next appointment is in November, because he only sees Lyme patients on Wednesdays and Friday afternoons, and he’s busy, what with Lyme being at freakin’ epidemic levels, now, and him being one of only two LLMDs in the tri-state area.

So this is happening, and I’m not really processing it, emotionally, yet. I find myself being relieved that I didn’t form a lot of IRL friendship attachments while in remission, because this is going to put me out of commission, socially, for a while. That’s a horrible thought, but considering that some of my best friendships ended the last time I went on meds (there’s a point where you just stop calling, and then neither of you tries, any more, and it just…ends), I’m going into that pragmatic “it’s better this way” mindset, and I think that’s the thing that’s freaking me out the most.

There are folks who aren’t internet denizens that I haven’t told. The way they react to it probably won’t be good. One person in particular, I know is going to get really despondent, and I’m not looking forward to having to comfort them because my immune system decided it couldn’t handle the stress.

I don't know that I've made this face more than I have the past few days.

I don’t know that I’ve made this face more than I have the past few days.

So this is happening. And it’s going to be shitty, but it needs to be done. I start the meds on Monday, due to some weirdly specific dosing schedules.

I’ll try to keep everyone abreast of everything, just like I did last time.

Thanks for sticking around, again.

lyme round 2



I don’t really know why I haven’t been updating, but at the same time, yeah, I do.

I feel like I don’t have much to say, while also having too much to talk about.

Life is stressful, and sometimes venting online in a public forum makes me feel worse, because I don’t feel like I’ve been able to consider things myself before throwing them out into the world.

Having said that, there are folks that still check in, here, so I’m going to give you the Cliff’s Notes version of what’s been going on.

I’ve cut some folks out of my life that were adding to my stress. I’m working on doing more of that. I feel better not having to worry as much about whether something I say is going to be taken the wrong way, and yeah, it got worse after I came out as genderqueer. Some folks didn’t get the “I’m still the same person” memo (though more on THAT later).

I had some doctor drama that…yeah, it was dumb. I was referred to a pain doctor because when I rode my bike, I got a horrible nerve pain in my lower left pelvic region (behind the pubic bone), and was freaking out over what was going on. He, in turn, berated me during both visits I went to for something unrelated, and violated my privacy by yelling something offensive at me while the exam room door was open. The entire office heard him, and the next time I went in for physical therapy, the staff came and asked me what happened. That, aside from what else he said to me…yeah. He can burn in hell.

An MRI was ordered to see if my lumbar spine was to blame for my numbness (that’s literally the only thing he did for me that was in the least bit helpful), and while my lumbar spine is practically pristine, there were blobs on my thoracic and sacral vertebrae. Cue internal freakout. Then cue Google search, where I came across the term “hemangioma.” I brought it up to my neurologist, who scheduled a CT, and we confirmed that they are, indeed, hemangiomas (which are kind of like blood blisters) and unless they grow, they’re not a huge deal. The rest of my spine, along with my disks, are in great shape, which is a relief considering the bedrest and lack of core strength from the past few years.

Also discovered during an X-ray done on the same day was that I have osteoarthritis of the hip. Nothing to be done about that for the time being except to try to keep moving.

I’m still writing for IGM, and things are picking up in volume on that point, but not really picking up in terms of sustainability. I’m having trouble finding other freelance work, and with my transportation situation not changing (my car needs some work, and insurance needs to be reinstated), getting a job outside the home isn’t really something I can do easily. So here I sit.

I’m seeing a psychologist, again. I need it.


Something’s changing with my perception, and it’s scaring me a bit, because that change is more in line with how I was when I was younger – around 16 or 17, in fact. Politically, I’m going toward things that pretty much fly in the face of how I thought when I started writing this blog. The fact that there’s a return in mindset to an earlier time is what scares me – it means that, perhaps, some of my views were only there because I was sick.

It’s not just politically. There are other things changing, and again, it’s a return, not a lateral move. It’s not regression, either – I have new knowledge that I’m integrating with my opinions, and I’m doing research to make sure I’m not just reverting because of some weird emotional kick or something (like feeling lost and wanting something familiar to hold on to).

That reversion is causing me to second-guess more relationships in my life. Some of the relationships I’ve made as a part of writing this blog, in point of fact. Even some from the past few years.

On one hand, it makes me nervous, for reasons that should be obvious.

On the other hand…this might mean that my brain is “healthy.” After having Lyme make a cozy home out of my body for so long, the fact that I’m giving some things the side-eye, again, may mean the swelling has gone down, and that I might actually be cured, not just in remission. That is fucking exciting.

As always, though, I don’t want to get my hopes up and read into this something more than what it may be.


The bottom line is that things are changing with me, and so while I figure that out, and get other stuff taken care of, I’ve been neglecting this blog as a means of trying to be able to sort out my thoughts, first.

It’s not going anywhere, but it might be getting a makeover.

To be continued at some point.

MRI Forthcoming – Physical Therapy Happening

There has been so much going on that I felt like blog posts would be overwhelming, but I’m going to just focus on one thing at a time. Today’s post? Physical therapy.

I went to a pain clinic last Wednesday to be evaluated due to a pain I was getting in my lower pelvic region whenever I ride a bike. With other examinations, it was ascertained that my spine is having issues, so I was prescribed physical therapy (which I need, anyway, so I’m pretty happy with it), and that an MRI of the spine would be happening, pending the results of my physio evaluation, which happened, today.

Results: I have no balance, but good form. Which, okay.

The beginning of the visit went about like this:

Physio: Do this move. [lays on back, knees bent, draws one knee up to chest]
Me: Um, my boobs are in the way.
Physio: …wait, are you THAT flexible?
Me: I guess?
Physio: …
Me: …

So the stretches for my hips are all invalid, because I’ve got hypermobility of both those and my shoulders. She asked me to show her a stretch that would actually cause my hips to feel anything, and I went into pigeon pose, which for the uninitiated looks like this:

pigeon pose

That’s what I’ve been doing for years to stretch out pants (don’t laugh, other women do it, too, though maybe not like that), and didn’t know it had a name.

The physio started laughing, and told me to not do that pose, any more, because I could cause more damage, and we needed to get my tendons to actually do what they’re supposed to, again, and stretching them too much would basically defeat the purpose. Okay, then. She confirmed that I’d done dance, we ascertained that I have no balance and that I needed to start standing on one leg while brushing my teeth, and then got down to exercises.

I did some hip sway thing while laying on my back, did the standard “move your arms alternately,” did some weird marching thing on my back, and then I got to use the machines, which included a sitting stairstepper (yes, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds), and leg presses using my own weight. My quads are in good shape, I just need more endurance, but my calves were like HAHAHAHAHA when I tried to lift my body weight with my toes.

There’s a hydrotherapy area just next to the weight bench, and I kept glancing over there because a man was doing treadmill work, and the physio said, “You know what? That’s not a bad idea for you. Bring your swimsuit next time, and we’ll start you in hydrotherapy.”

The reasoning behind this is weird, but if I understand it correctly, my hips are so hypermobile that I’m not going to be able to build muscle because they have no resistance. They usually get resistance from muscles and bones or something. So the resistance will come from the water until they can do it on their own.

Now I have to buy a swimsuit.

And I’m getting an MRI soon to figure out what the hell my spine is doing, because my body is numb in really awkward places (the top of my right foot can feel pressure, but has no sensation on the skin – the cold spray test was really weird because I literally couldn’t feel that my foot had been sprayed), and I’m having trouble with some basic tasks. I’ve also got weird tics, and nystagmus.

So there it is. That’s what’s going on, health-wise. What they’re screening for with the MRI goes beyond just regular spinal issues (like swollen or herniated discs), but I’m not at a point where I feel like I can talk about it without getting weirdly emotional.

I’m really looking forward to more physio, though. I’m really enjoying it, so far.

Oklahoma City! Woooo! [MEGA-POST] [EDITED]

I went to visit Jennifer and Michael (i.e. Evyl Robot) last weekend for both some R&R and the SUPER! BitCon convention. (Their son, Isaac, is pretty awesome, and I was happy to meet all of them, finally.) I was able to make this a legitimate work trip due to the fact that there were a number of independent game developers there, and while there were a couple of hiccoughs, the overall trip was amazing, and I’m so glad I went.

It turns out that the guy who literally wrote the book on corrective hair color has his shop in OKC, so of course I asked Jennifer to make an appointment for me. My flight arrived around noon, so we had a couple of hours to kill, and then I went to spend 5 hours in a salon, gabbing and having my hair made to look the best/strangest it ever has.

Here, have some photos:

So that was pretty amazing.

edit:  I met Firehand on Friday! It was exciting, and I can’t believe I forgot to mention it, and I feel like a bit of an ass for it. Here is a photo of him in what turned out to be most of an Indiana Jones cosplay:

Very handsome security, indeed!

Very handsome security, indeed!

I helped with setup on Friday, as well (“helped” basically meaning running around and lifting some really heavy things), and got to take a sneak peek at a really neat piece of gaming equipment that was originally created with the goal of helping Reserves members hone their shooting skills. It’s called the MACS, and it’s pretty badass:

I wrote an article about this, even though I write for an indie games site, because it’s THAT awesome. Here, have a thing that I wrote that’s been on the featured news section for a week. The MACS was part of the Gaming Museum, which had some great little things like the GameBoy sewing machine:


Yes, this is a sewing machine that hooks up to a Game Boy.


Here’s the cartridge that makes the whole thing run.


There was an exercise bike that also ran on Super Nintendo, and Jennifer was kind enough to demonstrate how it worked (Michael helped!):

I could spend all day recounting the neat stuff I saw during setup, and during the convention, but most of the noteworthy stuff, I’m actually writing about as much as I can on IGM, so you can mosey over there.

The Hasts have a knack for thrift-shopping, and they took me along to their favorite place, known as “Pastor Mike’s.” It’s pretty much a perpetual garage sale, with such a wide variety of stuff that it took me aback. I hadn’t really found anything, and was waiting for some glasses (Star Trek, naturally) to be boxed up for safe carry, when Jen pulled a pair of boots out of a small area and said, “Wow, real Docs made in England.” My first question was “What’s size are they?” and it turns out they’re an 8, so YAY! I got them home, and I seriously thought they were brown because of how dirty they were. Nope, they’re black! I oiled them with grape seed oil to get the surface dirt off, and they’re so pretty. New laces, and they’re ready to go. I wore them around, and the only issue is the insoles – they’re a bit worn. For $5 (maybe $10? I was tired, I’m not sure), you can’t beat this:

We sat around and had good food (I had snow crab legs for the first time! YUM!), played some great video games (Journey! A video might be forthcoming…), and I discovered that strawberry moscato is pretty much the best and most dangerous drink, ever.

I met the animals, and they quickly decided that I was the answer to all of their nap problems. ANIMAL PICTURES! WOO!

I met and immediately irritated the piss out of ProJared, a popular streamer. So that was fun. Here, have a panel discussion:

I actually missed a full day of the convention, because I was too busy having a shitty migraine, but the second day was a lot of fun. I don’t even know how I can condense it into a post that already very long (with lots of photos), because man, AAAGH.

I missed my flight home on Tuesday night, but was able to get on standby for Wednesday, so I got to witness an Oklahoma thunderstorm while eating an excellent pork roast and asparagus, which was fantastic. We don’t often get lightning and thunder that are really spectacular, so being in the middle of that with pretty minimal rainfall (compared to Memphis, where it’s basically raining really hard or just humid) was amazing. I’m not happy about missing my flight, but I was happy to have missed my flight, if that makes sense.

Bayonetta 2 was also played, so that was fun. :D

I met so many great people from the Oklahoma Retro Gamer’s Society, had a great time at the convention, and the Hasts are excellent hosts. I am exhausted, but it was worth every spoon.

I leave you with a photo of me and Jen shooting zombies (House of the Dead – I ran out of quarters when we were halfway through the final boss, which was unfortunate, and I had to modify my stance because it was so crowded):

(photo credit Micah Heath)

(photo credit Micah Heath)