If we don't meet again.

Not that I expect to die whilst in the midst of getting cut on, but a girl can dream.

Now listen- I'm gonna be laid up for a spell.

By the time you read these words, I'll be on an operating table getting put back together by a guy who also makes really nice bikes;

So, it's old news by now, and I talk about it pretty extensively in this week's episode of Revolting, but it was in about the 11th hour of preparing for surgery and the weeks and weeks of not being able to work when it occurred to me basically I was pinning all of key financial security on whether or not I was going to get some advertisers re-upping with me. This isn't to say I get a huge nut from that portion of my business mind you. This is just to say I'm pretty broke, and that dough is pretty much the only money coming in on the horizon.

So all of this is to say I was banking on something that wasn't at all a guarantee. It was in the midst of describing this to a friend of my parents when she suggested I start a Go Fund Me campaign which even the mere mention of nearly made me physically ill.

I hate asking for help, and in this situation the loathing was palpable. I left their house, rode home in a driving rain storm, and by the time I got warm and dry, I started thinking that maybe it wasn't a terrible option. All I had to check is a little bit of pride at the door, but people stepped up in ways I couldn't have imagined.

That I get to focus my energy on recovering and not how I'm going to afford rent, or PT, or food is a blessing I don't for a second take for granted, and from the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who stepped up.

It occurred to me as I was turning into the hospital parking lot that in today's short post I neglected to the 154th episode of Revolting.

Now that I'm high on all manner of pain killers (I'm including this part post-surgery), I think I'll do just that.

Having gotten into all of that, I've run out of day, I've loaded up on groceries, gotten my skin decontaminated, and will spend the rest of my evening psyching myself up for whatever's next.