Official HFQ Snippet #24

isaac_newton wrote:BTW one tiny weeny snippet niggle - the snippet font size is MASSIVE - at least on my monitor/browser

McGuiness wrote:Oh dear, one of my worst nightmares almost came true!

RFC, how are we going to know how the story ends if you aren't here to tell us? So please be careful and take good care of yourself!

I side with Sharon - you don't actually need to be able to walk to continue writing...

Thanks for a very interesting snippet that sheds a great deal of light on the humans who participated in the War Against the Fallen, and just how disorganized the surviving command team was.

When Merlin read the first paragraph of Seijin Kohdy's diary in the last snippet, I kicked myself for not anticipating that Pei's military followers were the most likely candidates to have rebelled against the survivors of the command team. As much as Pei tried to hide it, I suspect his real attitude towards his wife Shan-Wei and her group of techies may well have leaked through to his closest subordinates. It's too bad they didn't have a trained psychologist to help them with the seijins they enlisted from the original colonists either.

RunsInShadows wrote:Keep that ticker tockin'. I think most of us would agree that we'd rather you were home taking it easy than going to a con if your tickers on the fritz. Give Sharon a hug, and tell her thanks for putting her foot down, or hammer as it might be.
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runsforcelery wrote:People —

As some of you may have heard, things have been a little . . . hectic around Casa del Weber the last few days. I more or less collapsed Thursday morning when by a pulse rate bottomed out at around 34 beats per minute. Now, I've always had a relatively low pulse rate, but that was just a tab low even for me. As it happened, two of our close friends who also happened to be EMTs were at the house when this happened, so they hauled out their magic bags, took my pulse, check my blood pressure, listen to my lungs, and then ratted me out to my GP. And he (not too surprisingly, I suppose [he said grudgingly]) sent me to the ER and the ER stuck me in a hospital bed overnight.

They let me go home Friday afternoon, but with a portable cardio monitor that I have to wear 24-hours a day. We have conventions in Canada and Minneapolis coming up over the next two weekends, and we are scheduled to leave for Canada this Thursday. My newly acquired cardiologist understands that it's important for me to make the trip, and he's promised to work with us on that, but he's also made it plain that if the stress tests I'll be undergoing in the next couple of days and the readout from this portable monitor don't make him happy, he's not going to let me go. In which case, these will be the first two scheduled conventions I've missed in 25 years. I am hoping very much to keep my record intact, but things are sort of out of my hands in a lot of ways. For example, Sharon has informed me that she has a hammer and I have kneecaps and they could find themselves enjoying a close relationship if I tried to get on the plane after Doctor Stewart tells me I can't go.