I'd like to thank my fellow "deviants", as we are apparently known here, for taking the time to give me your support (via faves) and feedback on my work.

Since their posting, the photos of my Great Knives (there are only two of them as of now in three deviations) have gotten a slow, but steady trickle of faves as word of them slowly got around, and they are still growing in popularity thanks to your continued support.

I only wish I had more time and energy to give my adoring public more of what they want.

NAKED PHOTOS...

OF MY BIG...

HONKING...

BLADES!

Oorah.

Apologies for seeming like I'm not alive. I've been crazy busy with my last semester of my AAS degree in Fine Arts, an application to FIT
(Fashion Institute of Technology) for a major in illustration, and applying for jobs that don't pay ABSOLUTE SHITE. I'e uploaded four images I've done for my printmaking class to show that I have NOT been dead and have, in fact, been working on SOMETHING other than sleep.

My seasonal allergies have kicked up, and I'm feeling pretty nasty, so yeah. I'm alive.

Okay, so with my hand out of the splint and slowly regaining flexibilty, I've managed to resume work as usual, sort of. Invariably, the topography of my right hand has changed, as has its manner of functioning, at least for now. It doesn't feel the same, at all-- inflexible, weak, and senstive. Don't any of you dare say "it'll be alright, you'll be fine," because I'm not having any of that I-feel-bad-for-you-because-something-bad-happened tripe or any such bullshit. I just feel I owe an update due to my relative lack of presence, lately. That's the end of that part.

I've been venturing into alternate mediums that do not consist of pencil and paper, since pencil and paper require a certain dexterity that has not been possible with my left hand or my dysfunctional right hand for the past two-plus months. Such has included painting and photography with a friend's manual SLR (Single Lens Reflex) camera. I haven't seen any of it fit to post on FA yet, considering the vast majority of interesting and intelligent individuals that were there have forsaken the archive due the ever-delightful "cub porn" fiasco. I might just do it anyway to see the response, or lack thereof.

It is, however, on my DeviantArt archive. Go ahead and take a look.

As for the Operating Room story, there really isn't much to tell. I thought I would remember a whole lot more about it, but the anaesthesiologist gave me an amnesiate, or a substance that causes the subject (in this case, me) to forget everything that happens from its initial application until the subject wakes up. So all I remember was being literally strapped down to an operating table with a convenient additional slab for my gimpy arm to get tied down to, the anaesthesiologist saying, "We're going to give you a little bit of this to see how you do," myself responding, "Alright, let's go," and POOF! I wake up in the recovery room with THE worst pins and needles I have ever felt in my life raging through my apparently limp right arm. Fucking nerve-blockers!

Yes, the injected my right shoulder with a local paralytic that cut off all nerve impulses from that point down, so I could neither feel my arm, nor move it. The pins and needles, though, were so bad that it hurt. A lot. So much that I asked for morphine, of which I got two heavy doses in my IV thirty minutes apart. They had drilled titanium pins into my knuckles and through the broken metacarpals to hold them in place while they stitched up. I had a plaster club attached to my right forearm for three weeks, and then a cintra splint for the next five. Four weeks after the surgery, the pins were pulled out with a pair of surgical pliers with no anaesthetics. Here's where you guys start chanting "HARD-CORE! HARD-CORE! HARD-CORE!"

So here I am with a stiff, weak wrist and knuckles. I still managed to stretch a 3'x4' canvas by myself, ONE-HANDED! (Cue the hardcore chant) and finished most of it myself. Some of the woodwork that went on behind the scenes required help.

Regarding my lack of online presence, my reply is simply that life is a clusterfuck, right now. In the past year and a half, I have had a total of about six weeks of time that were not occupied by college classes. I had a week free during the last week of February/first week of March, but that's all fucking over, now. I'll open up commissions, trades, and requests again once I clear off my current queue.

Hmm... well, as a few of you may have heard, I broke three metacarpal bones in my hand n New Year's day. The third, fourth and fifth metacarpals. My middle, ring and pinky fingers are all skeletally disconnected from my wrist. The significance comes when I tell you that this is in my right hand. Y'know ,the one I do everything with... except jerking off. At least I can still do that, unhindered, eh?

Right now, my hand is in a fiberglass splint, and the docs in the E.R. could not set the bones back into place. The fractures are all diagonal and relatively smooth, so that just wasn't happening. As a result, I'm off to reconstructive surgery this monday, January 8th, to get a few pieces of metal involved in the healing process.

After that, it's 4-8 weeks of being useless and physical therapy. Then on to an undetermined length of time being concerned about re-breaking those bones, given my propensity for harshly taxing my physical limits. Potential stress fractures are going to be a concern for the next year, at least.

All commissions, trades, and requests are going to be put on hold indefinitely. It will be some time before I return to "myself". Honestly, there is no one more broken up by this than I am (That's a joke. get it? HA!).

For anybody wondering on the background of this, my fist finally met something it could not break: subway advertisements. I hit it so hard that everyone in the noisy station for 200 yards turned their head. Something in me just snapped that day, ya know? (ha ha) I just cracked. (ho ho)

Yes, I walked into the E.R... No it does not hurt as much as you think... not as much as the bruises on my knuckles, anyway. More on the ER visit later, and maybe an OR story, too.

We do.