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That's what it felt like to me, being involved with last night's OVFF Pegasus Nominee concert.

Three hours of kicking ass and taking names. Three hours of great fun, dark drama, heady romance, and incredible music. Three hours of the energy level being so jacked, there was nowhere to go but straight on baybeh.

And, afterwards, three hundred of us milled about and looked for food and hugged and went wow.

I'm quite sure there were a few cigarettes involved.

And now we have today. :D

And how goes with you?
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"Researchers have discovered that if they eliminate a cholesterol membrane surrounding the virus, HIV cannot disrupt communication among disease-fighting cells and the immune system returns to normal.

Read all of it -- it's not a long article. But it fills me with hope. Because it sounds like one of those, "-- oh, jeez! That's what it's doing! We can deal with that!" breakthroughs.

Fuck. Yeah.
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A lot of people have posted this, and if you haven't seen it you really need to.
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Peter Jurasik hugged me.

So did Lois Bujold.

Peter David remembered me fifteen years after I'd met him.

William Shatner complimented me as he walked by.

Don Maitz thanked me for the pirate songs I've written.

Lots of people said my fifteen minutes at the Awards Banquet were the highlight of the evening.

Even the waitstaff enjoyed it, and told me so.

And, in the middle of my later concert (which was disjointed 'cause I was on an adrenalin high but still way fun), [profile] devospice informed us that The FuMP had just won the PARSEC award for Best Speculative Fiction Music podcast.

Reeeeeeeeeal good night.
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Wednesday, my surgeon gave my left leg the status "weight bearing as tolerated".

That afternoon, on several different occasions, I took a few halting steps... without the walker.

Thursday, I did some more of that. It's exhausting as hell, and I've got to be careful not to push it... but the more I do, the more I can do.

Friday, I was discharged from Imperial. Because, really, the physical therapy folks can't do anything more for me except supervise exercises I can do at home. And the nurse staff was basically giving me three pills and bad food.

However haltingly, I'm beginning to walk on my own.

And I'm doing it at home.

Where, to ice the cake nicely, I can has broadband.

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I have more e-mail to catch up on than anyone in the history of e-mail catching-up-on. I have orders to send out. I have a gazillion thank-yous. And, oh my, I have music to write. So I may not post as much as I likely should. And my trousers have no recourse or resource.

But.

I'm back in the saddle again.

How are you doin'?
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The magic number is 353.

That is what I weigh now, rather than 395.

The magic word is "stairs".

That's what I went up and down six times today -- three up to the fourth (a landing), three down to the floor, six times, no problem at all. Okay, something of a problem, I mean, I need the handrails, and it's tiring. But I could've done it a dozen times or more.

I am now close to the point where the only limiting factor is my endurance.

And Les brought me my new walker, and some Tim Horton's for lunch, and my roomie has gone home so I am (for the moment) by myself in the room which means I don't have to listen to Law and Order and Charmed on TNT all day, and they're about to make popcorn for the afternoon movie, and it's a fuckin' lovely day.

How's by you?
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I stood today with a walker.

Did it several times, actually. No real problem except figuring out the exact leverage. Leg didn't complain much at all. And Jeff, the PT, said, fantastic, I'll talk to Adlai (the guy actually in charge of my leg) on Monday and we can start taking a few steps.

And I said, Can I try now?

And I moved the walker forward, and moved my left foot forward and didn't put too much weight on it, and dragged my right foot forward quickly. And then I did it again. And again. And again.

And when we left the room, I asked, Let me go as far as I could, which I didn't do. I went about forty feet, and I think I could have gone the whole, maybe 150 from that point back to my room.

And, once back here, we did a chair-to-bed transfer. No prob.

Bed to bathroom. No prob.

Bathroom back to bed. No. Prob.

He doesn't want me to do anything without a spotter until we've discussed stuff with Adlai, so I'm probably not gonna do any more until Monday.

But.

I'm walking again.

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