4/28/2025

4/28/2025

So anyhow, it’s been a minute. It happens.

The DMV, somehow, decided to renew my license in full, including my motorcycle endorsement. I was honest on the application, so I’m not apologizing for anything that happened that day, but I’m also not an idiot. I have no plans to drive until I’m a lot more confident that I won’t have any more seizures. Theoretically that’s sometime in August, but we’ll see. The last thing I want this little bastard to do is hurt anyone else.

Moving on, I decided to flip on The Weather Channel, to see coverage of the storms crossing the MidWest. After 5 minutes of commercials, then “Local on the 8s”, then 10 more minutes of commercials, and another round of “Local on the 8s”, they finally got around to covering … the weather. I’d like my 20 minutes back, thanks. At least I’m not paying extra for this shit, at least I don’t think I am. With DirectTV, it’s hard to tell what it is you’re actually paying for sometimes. Holy shit, they’re back to promoting more not_the_weather. Some show about tow trucks. And there’s the power button on my remote.

So, once the seizures were stopped, they couldn’t get me out of the hospital fast enough, which I agreed with whole-heartedly. We had already made plans to move from the Townhouse in Manassas Park to my “unicorn” condo in Alexandria/Mount Vernon that I closed on a couple of weeks before my misadventures with my little friend. Those plans got accelerated dramatically once we collectively decided a single story condo would be much better for me than a 3-story townhouse. Movers/packers had already been hired, we just moved up the timeline by two weeks. Which meant the day after I got out of the hospital, I was arranging and packing my stuff as fast as possible. March 2nd? I think… was moving day. We had a crew we had used before, when I moved from Falls Church to Manassas Park, and they were just as solid this time, while also working with/around my partner who made a drastic change in her plans. It’s complicated, and not really my story to tell, but she decided to join me on my roller-coaster ride, while also keeping most of her stuff in storage, essentially. She’ll get back to it at some point.

I do want to throw in a shout out to my late friend, Rich Stark, whose blog inspired me to write this one. He lost his battle with Multiple Myeloma over a decade ago, but chronicled his own battle on the way out, and so here we are. Also to the guy hosting this for me, another friend from the gaming world, who admittedly doesn’t really know how to help me make this look any better but at least it’s running. And the price is right.

The next couple of weeks were mostly a blur, involving packing the rest of her stuff up, (her movers stayed on schedule for 2 weeks after mine), cleaning out the townhouse as best we could, (our former landlord’s still trying to take our entire security deposit exactly like I expected he would), and related.

And on March 20th, my ‘new’ routine started, with the radiation and the chemo and the resting and everything.

To be continued.