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Rivkid 2.0 (seeking better nickname) is here and I am now fine. Briefly, there’s this thing called an epidural headache, caused by leakage of cerebrospinal fluid. Try not to get one. If you do (perhaps because your normal-looking but nonetheless freakish spine led a total of three anaesthesiologists to make numerous punctures, using ever-larger needles, in a fruitless attempt to give you a spinal anaesthetic, culminating in an epidural instead), consider a blood patch, which is just as creepy as it sounds but works a hell of a lot better than Percocet.
Anyhow, still a lot to catch up with workwise. I did indulge myself with Jim Butcher, Patricia Briggs, and Kim Stanley Robinson, but they may take a while to write up. It’s easier to read while nursing than to type!
Anyhow, still a lot to catch up with workwise. I did indulge myself with Jim Butcher, Patricia Briggs, and Kim Stanley Robinson, but they may take a while to write up. It’s easier to read while nursing than to type!