I seem to only come here when things aren't looking so great, which is unfortunate as I honestly need to write more, and about less muggy topics.
Issues with my leg have gotten to a point where they're good, but not great, and don't seem to be improving anymore. I've recently been deliberating with myself on the notion of having the titanium removed from my leg all together. What I've heard through my doctor and friends is that this might help with the remaining pain and possibly give me more freedom to move with that leg. If asked a few months ago if I would be willing to go through a similar amount of recovery from the accident, I'd say no. However now I feel like it's the only option.
And so I've been hyping myself up on how easy this surgery would be and not to worry about it.
About two months ago, while visiting friends in Minneapolis for the Northern Spark art festivals, I woke up one morning with some uncomfortable pain in my testicle. A day later the pain hadn't disappeared and so I started poking around and found a lump. Long story short the lumps weren't cancer and in most cases aren't harmful, except mine were painful and needed to go.
Whatever hyping I had been doing about potentially getting my leg all fixed up, was depleted earlier this week when I went in to a surgery center so a doctor (a funny one at that) diddle around inside my scrotum scraped out things with a grapefruit spoon. I've been at home since on my back rubbing ice packs into my crotch, which at one point was actually about the size of a grapefruit. The silver lining (not my stitches) is that I got a vasectomy in with the procedure, something I've been planning to get for a long time.
Due to all this my life has more or less been on pause since June, and I think this'll also affect my plans for long term traveling over the end of the year. Poot.
During the painy months, I decided in my infinite wisdom that I should go out to Camp Tipsy and help some good friends construct a moon. While there I regretting making it over, as the meds my doctor gave me to potentially fix the testicle problem (it didn't) was causing me pain on its own, and I the re-dawning realization I just don't like being in large bodies of water. If I was to go again I think I would like to focus my efforts onto some sort of land based installation, maybe more of a night time space sort of thing.
My choice to go to Tipsy meant that I was also skipping out on Toorcamp up in Washington state. More recently I feel like I've been losing touch with the hacker bit of me, which I'm finding odd and I don't know why. For the month of July, some very awesome and ambitious people decided that Noisebridge needed to get cleaned up and in action shut the space down for 30 days. I'm now again finding myself be drawn into the space, maybe it's worth working on again, maybe people are interested like they were before.
I've been trying to come up with some new photo projects to work on during this time, and am thinking of possibly restarting the photo postcards thing again. I liked it, other people liked it, we were all mostly satisfied.
I'll try to be a little bit more updatey here again, and not only when the vicodin happens to run out.