gwyn | When I'm wheeled into recovery...

I will have a con report for Vividcon later, i hope, when I can regain the ability to type, finish getting rid of the more than 600 spam messages I got (I'm not exaggerating, really. But I ask you, who doesn't want multiple offers for hot teenage girls peeing?), and stop vomiting my guts up (thank god it's all just water in my stomach) and keep some of these pain pills down, thanks to the free migraine with travel I always get but which is much worse than normal this time. But man, did I have a good time.

Thank you so much to all of you who sent such kind and lovely thoughts for my sister and me while I was gone. She may, if we're lucky, be released from the hospital tomorrow or Wed. She was in shock for much of the weekend, still trying to take in the news of what happened and of course drugged out with a morphine drip, but she is getting better and is accepting of the news and positive about her future. Sometimes I think we're not so much twins as split down the middle -- she got all the perky and positive genes, and I got all the pessimistic and depresso genes. She knows that she is in the prayers and thoughts of many of my wonderful online friends, and that has made her feel really good. And everyone was very kind at the con, and it made being away from her feel less terrible.

I'm going to try to upload some of the vids that I showed at the con, but the stupid hosting place never gets back to me about upgrading my space, so I may have to take some other vids offline. Also, I have dialup, so this is a slooooooow process. The one thing I will say about the vids before I delve into a deeper report is that I have never been so nervous about showing a vid as I was at the premier show, geared up for laughter at my inadvertently campy vid, and no one laughed.

feochadn swears there were people crying around her, and I have to take her word for it since the blood was pounding in my ears so hard I could hear only a tiny smattering of applause that sounded like the dreaded golf clap, and this kind of weird silence that wasn't the cool "wow" silence but more like "is it over?" I don't think I've been so terrified, even when I first showed a vid years ago at Escapade. All I could hear was that whoosh whoosh sound in my head. But I am just grateful that no one laughed after dreading that for days, and also that people didn't think my Firefly challenge show vid was too darn sappy.

And now off to see if I can keep down some pills and monkey-type out a con report.