Ad Astra – Not Attending
Hi, everyone. I’m so sorry to have to do this – I was so eager to meet Canadian readers, and so happy to be invited – but I’m afraid that I will not be able to attend Ad Astra this upcoming weekend.
I have chickenpox.
I know, right? I want to facepalm myself into oblivion just typing it. I’m twenty-nine. TWENTY-NINE. And I currently look like Patient Zero. Chickenpox is the current working theory – I went to my doctor on Wednesday upon noticing a few spots (and thinking, “Oh crap, I have a convention coming up, C’MOOON PRESCRIPTIONS”) and was given steroids because neither of us had any idea what it was, which I honestly think made it worse. I ended up having to go to the emergency room on Friday, where I was given antivirals. I feel better now, and I’m waiting on final confirmation of a viral culture. I’m not in immediate danger, but I’m still fairly uncomfortable and still, I believe, actively contagious at this stage.
The good thing is that, for whatever reason, I no longer itch – and the itching was never very bad. The bad thing is, to quote Amber Sweet from Repo! The Genetic Opera: “My face looks like a crime scene.”
I apologize for not being able to attend. Thank you to the fantastic Ad Astra staff, RH, and the pirate-esque emergency room doc who talked about extreme blood loss with me.