But my brain isn't quiet. I'm stoned out of my goddamn gourd. Don't worry, it is just my usual regimen of drugs. That's how I spent a lot of my time now. Wasted. Doesn't really help with the pain much, but makes it a bit more tolerable. All of my drugs cost over 5 grand a month. That's what it takes to keep me going. I'm in somewhat better shape because of all of it, and there's a few bright
Finally found a doctor that didn't run screaming upon seeing my spine images and xrays. The team is coming together. Met with the neurosurgeon the other day, and he thinks I am an ideal candidate for augmentation. The transition is happening, I think. I still have to pass a psych evaluation and other steps, but I am closer now than ever. First I'll have the trial run; they'll sink electrodes into
Been meaning to this, and I've become the King of Pro-Crasty Nation. I kept wanting to report, but there was nothing to report, no good news at all, so I just... didn't. Sorry. Went a bit silent on my end. It just sorta happened.
I finally got a lawyer willing to take up my case. After that, things started happening.
Studly.
*Pomf*
Honk!
The wonderful dexterity of pegasus primaries.
Look at the mug on dis guy. Face a royalty I tells ya.
*double tongue click* who's a pretty birdie *single whistle*
*mecahncial pomf!* ....inconseavable...i dont have the wingboner paramiters set in my synth wings yet....HOW!