Oh Sir Pratchett,
Cannot believe you're gone. I looked at your books on the floor of the living room this morning and couldn't fathom this silly roundworld without you in it.
Although we never met in real life, we certainly met in the Discworld. All those places. You remember. Uberwald, where we watched Sam Vimes run from the werewolves… Lancre, where Granny Weatherwax posted a sign that clearly said she wasn’t dead and vampires took over the kingdom; Death’s Domain, where even the carrots were black; and Ankh-Morpork (we were there just yesterday, watching the Alchemists blow themselves up (again), the old Post Office burning to the ground, and Mr. Fusspot buzz across the floor with his new chewtoy (as the grin creeps across my face again.)
We went there, as accidental tourists, like Twoflower, and wound up staying for days. The laughs were many and in all the wrong locales-church, for example (I tried to hold in the snickering and just couldn't do it. God has a sense of humor-he understands.) I nearly drowned reading the bit about Pucci being able to flounce better than a fat turkey on a trampoline. People wonder what I’m laughing at and I don’t even care what they see. It’s hilarious, and I’m going to laugh. You would want it that way.
The real world will miss you terribly. You have changed the way I read, the way I write, and the way I see our stupid old world. Why can’t it be flat and on the back of four elephants and a turtle (gender unknown?) Why can’t we have a Librarian who’s an ape (I’d be out of a job, but it’d be fun anyhow.)
Your stories are a light in my dark little world. My life isn't easy right now; I can run off to Discworld and not come back for awhile.
See, now I’m crying. Why am I crying? I should be laughing. You’re no longer miserable and here; you’re wherever Death walked you offstage to this morning and you’re out of the theatre and into the light of a bright Ankh-Morporkian morning, off to meet Vetinari and Drumknott for a cup of tea. And that’s as it should be.
Farewell, you crazy, brilliant bastard.
Ta,
Bec Koshak
5.3.15
More Bits Reporting!
Lady Bits Report again (run if you don't want to see this.)
So, saw the specialist today. She had a look at the problem and said she thinks the issues I've been having with well, let's call it incontinence (as in I can't seem to hold it when I want to, and I wet through all my clothes one night last month and I AM 28 years OLD, not 60 or even 2 1/2! This should not be happening to a healthy person!) This problem is probably due to my opening being so small now that liquid is backing up in there and then I spilleth over. My other doctor back in Rhinelander said this, so since two people think it and I assume they know what they're talking about, they're probably right (and honestly, I'm up here. I can't see what they're seeing.)
She also wanted to slice me down the middle and open me up today. I declined. I am in Ann Arbor, I am 600 miles from home. I am not spending the next day and a half in a car miserable and in pain because I've been cut open; I'm away from where my insurance would cover most, if not all of this thing. No, no, no. She suggested (and is going to suggest to my doctor) that we do this thing pronto, allegro, nowish-o, you get the point.
And I am on three new medications, one of which my mother is on, so yay for that.
So we're going to have to figure out when the next "Fun with a Scalpel On My Poor Private Regions" session is going to be. That's next week's problem.
Sigh. Here we go again. I should clean my house next week so I'm ready for all hell to break loose again.
She also suggested I see a therapist for the emotional issues I am being thrown left and right. I've been thinking about it-I'm dealing with so much crap right now I feel like I'm drowning some days. I have no idea how I manage sometimes. With my friend moving and my extended family being my extended family and this lower body thing becoming one mountain I feel I am only equipped to dig myself out of with a beach shovel and the relationship thing being a "let's not even GO there" issue, I don't know what to do anymore. Which way do I turn? I have no one to talk to about this stuff.
So, that's that. I am tired, more mad at the universe for leaving me to fend for myself in the jungle, and I just want this crap to be over with already.
Ta,
Bec
So, saw the specialist today. She had a look at the problem and said she thinks the issues I've been having with well, let's call it incontinence (as in I can't seem to hold it when I want to, and I wet through all my clothes one night last month and I AM 28 years OLD, not 60 or even 2 1/2! This should not be happening to a healthy person!) This problem is probably due to my opening being so small now that liquid is backing up in there and then I spilleth over. My other doctor back in Rhinelander said this, so since two people think it and I assume they know what they're talking about, they're probably right (and honestly, I'm up here. I can't see what they're seeing.)
She also wanted to slice me down the middle and open me up today. I declined. I am in Ann Arbor, I am 600 miles from home. I am not spending the next day and a half in a car miserable and in pain because I've been cut open; I'm away from where my insurance would cover most, if not all of this thing. No, no, no. She suggested (and is going to suggest to my doctor) that we do this thing pronto, allegro, nowish-o, you get the point.
And I am on three new medications, one of which my mother is on, so yay for that.
So we're going to have to figure out when the next "Fun with a Scalpel On My Poor Private Regions" session is going to be. That's next week's problem.
Sigh. Here we go again. I should clean my house next week so I'm ready for all hell to break loose again.
She also suggested I see a therapist for the emotional issues I am being thrown left and right. I've been thinking about it-I'm dealing with so much crap right now I feel like I'm drowning some days. I have no idea how I manage sometimes. With my friend moving and my extended family being my extended family and this lower body thing becoming one mountain I feel I am only equipped to dig myself out of with a beach shovel and the relationship thing being a "let's not even GO there" issue, I don't know what to do anymore. Which way do I turn? I have no one to talk to about this stuff.
So, that's that. I am tired, more mad at the universe for leaving me to fend for myself in the jungle, and I just want this crap to be over with already.
Ta,
Bec
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