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May 14, 2020 By Skyla Dawn Cameron 1 Comment

Wherein Skyla Is in Final Destination

I am so extraordinarily coordinated and spry, I fell on Monday on a completely flat surface without stumbling on anything.

I blame it on a. my ancient overly worn carpet that is practically slippery at this point, and b. my toes being cold.

We had a polar vortex and random bits of snow, and in the middle of the day my bare toes were cold and getting kind of numb, so I went to my room to get slipper socks. I did not put them on then, as I should have, but carted them back to the living room and… *gestures wildly* I’m sure it was a very comical fall.

Initially I thought I broke my foot. I break a lot of characters’ bones for a living, though, so I did an assessment and was pretty sure nothing is actually fractured–not 100% sure, mind you, but sure enough that I’m not going to go to the ER during a global pandemic. Best guess is that I’ve torn something soft tissue related, as there is much(!) pain and cannot put weight on it. And I can’t take any decent OTC anti-inflammatories due to my auto-immune disease.

So. I have a kitchen chair I’m using as a walker and I’m stuck in bed (for a couple of weeks…?). I have to ask for help with groceries. With putting the garbage out. I can’t do laundry (it involves stairs), I can’t do any chores that require standing, I can’t pick up some pre-mixed cocktails for tomorrow’s D&D night, and I am really fucking irritated. Because this is possibly the stupidest way I’ve ever hurt myself–and I once broke a toe running into a cat scratcher–at quite possibly the worst time.

Trying to work from bed is…a thing. I’ve done it before–since I don’t get sick days–and in one case for several months at a time. But having to do it with a throbbing foot, unable to get comfortable, with a laptop being held together with duct tape is…not ideal. I’ve looked at lap desks/trays for bed that could potentially hold the laptop at the right angle but…again, global pandemic! Not putting my mother at risk to run to the post office repeatedly (I don’t have mail delivery to my door) and at the rate things are shipping, nothing will be here to help me now.

To top it all off, I think the apartment is trying to kill me.

Last night loading the dishwasher I almost stabbed myself four times. With the same knife. Today I have tripped twice. I am this close to just dragging myself outside because I feel better equipped to handle the virus than surviving in my own home.

I feel like this might be a Final Destination situation and the fate is trying to correct the timeline by trying to kill me in increasingly improbable, comical ways.

Anyway, Blood Ties is not being delayed after all and will release on June 2–up for preorder everywhere and the paperback is shipping. So there’s that. At this rate it might be the only thing I get done this year.

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  1. Jasmine says

    May 14, 2020 at 10:00 pm

    Hope you feel better soon, Skyla! *hugs*

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