Spent the last few days at the hospital, while a surgeon played with my husband’s heart. No seriously. a cardiac surgeon spent 6 hours pushing a needle through my husband’s heart, and then cauterizing some of it. Sitting and waiting that long, is harrowing. After all, it’s a heart. He came through ok, and if we’re lucky, it actually fixed an electrical problem. So not a lot of writing, while wringing my hands, thinking of the worst possible out comes (a nurse and a writer…danger Will Robenson!!!)
Of course, he came out of it fine. He’s at work today, and I’m only slightly worried (ok, I worry a lot. Does this surprise anyone).
Last Friday I finally went to the doctor for cough and backache I’d had for…a month? Maybe a little longer. Should have gone in sooner, as I had walking pneumonia. So add that to why Gwendolyn doesn’t get things done *grin* I’m being treated for that, and it seems to be going well.
And yes, I did finally start the new Lieutenant Lilah Evans book. And decided to ask the hive mind this question: What kind of gun, or caliber bullet will obliterate a face? There were a lot of thoughts on it. For the most part, it was felt that a hand won’t do the job I wanted. But, we did settle on something that could, indeed, obliterate a face.
So are you ready to for the new Nightlife book? I know I am!