Not a chapter. But an update.

I've been gone a long time folks. I know that. My life has gotten… so much more complicated than it was when I first started writing fanfiction.

Let me just give you an idea. Most of you have been following me since the beginning, and across multiple stories. I can't even begin to thank you all enough for being there. To this day I still receive follow and favorite notifications in my email daily. And you'd be damn wrong if you thought I didn't look at every email and smile. Lately though, it's been less of a smile and more of a hint of sadness.

The first issue is one that I will be able to work around soon. And that is the fact of my work. For those who don't know, I'm an assistant manager of safety and security at a hospital. Meaning that I work long hours, plus my work day is insane, never knowing what's going to happen from day to day.

But the main issue is something a few of you might know already. In January of this year I was diagnosed with a degenerative eye disease and told that I would be going legally blind. This was sudden. In most cases this disease is cured with hard contact lenses and doesn't reach the point of total vision loss for years. My case was a lot worse than a normal case. According to my specialist, it's the worst he's seen in thirty years. My right cornea had become damaged beyond use and would require a transplant.

I had a corneal transplant (I done got somebody else's cornea) this last April, and the recovery has been long. For the first month I was basically blind, unable to look at any sort of screen, or, hell, walk outside in the sunlight. Family started a gofundme project for me, people donating hundreds of dollars because I was out of work and my job wasn't supporting me in the way it should, seeing as I was out of work for more than a month. I managed to scrape by, though the medical bills started to pile up. (Also my eye was pretty wicked looking for a while. Imagine a zombie eye, because that's what it looked like. Solid red, no whites at all.) I also had to acclimate myself to wearing an eyepatch on the regular.

About two weeks after I returned to work my eye started to bother me, no more than usual when you have stitches in you eyeball. But it was a red and agitated. Multiple tests, doctors, and specialists later they confirmed it was in the early form of rejection. The stitches in my eye were becoming loose, creating an entryway for bacteria that could cause the transplant to fail. I had yet another surgery to replace and double up the stitches. In preparation for the surgery I had to get special eye drops, four sets, bringing my total amount medicated eye drops per day to about nine all different amounts and times. One of them, the one I kindly dubbed 'Burning Fire of A Thousand Suns' literally felt like dropping mace in my eyeball every time. (It was a concentrated custom drop. It was originally an inhaler medication for cystic fibrosis patients but it was reduced back to a liquid for eye drops just to fight any mucus/bacteria in my eye. ) That one drop aside from burning like the fire from a thousand suns, also cost five hundred dollars to get, two others cost about three hundred each, and all of them required constant refrigeration.

I fucking hate medical bills. My original transplant alone cost about 40K.

It's slowly gotten better over time. I still take multiple eye drops daily to prevent rejection, and I'll have to take those for the rest of my life. Eventually, I will have to have a transplant in the other eye as well. That and corneas don't last long. In an average patient maybe about ten years, but with my disease, I'm lucky if I get five. So this is the start of many procedures. In that time what damage is done is done, and the cornea transplants won't work and my retina will rupture causing true blindness.

Thing is, I'm putting my life back together from all this. I want to finish my writing. Expect updates within the month.

I'm back bitches.

Okay, you're not really bitches; I just really wanted to say that.