actually, not much to report.
less than usual, in fact.
trip or treat was awesome,
and no less than 6 wonderful djs came to spin
(go fucking figure!)
including the ever-wonderful Space City Disco.
...and then i got really sick.
saturday evening etie was a dear and took me
to the hospital to see about my newly-discovered
near-inability to swallow liquids and rather unpleasant
difficulties with the old respiration.
GOOD NEWS: not eppiglottitis (big surprise there)
BAD NEWS: nothing to do about it except to good old
standby, HIGH DOSES OF NARCOTICS AND ENSURE
up until las night i had incredible difficulty swallowing
anything, and kept having drugged-up dreams about
drinking wonderful, dewy-glassed ice water. mmmm.
...so i've been pottering about the house feeling really
old and trying to think of ways to get myself to stomach
any more ensure. I am also now able to make sounds
above an urgent, scratchy whisper, approaching in tenor
and form the mating calls of adolescent geese.
OH GOOD.