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black_sluggard) wrote2011-11-17 07:57 am
black_sluggard) wrote2011-11-17 07:57 am
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So, most of the people who have me on their flist probably read my fics. I know the "Life" series is pretty popular right now, so while this post isn't about fic, here's a little background on that...
My dad had a stroke a couple years ago, and while it might not have been my intent at the time, whenever I read "Quality of Life", I can't help but see the influence of that experience in the fic. Hidden behind the zombies and the gay porn, it's a story about illness and hospitalization, and diseases that effect the mind, and the impact that has on a person and those who care about them for the rest of their life. Because it's hard seeing someone you love pull through something, only not everything upstairs is quite the same. And when they're aware of it, when they know and struggle against those new difficulties, in a way, watching that struggle while and after they recover can sometimes be even harder than seeing them taken down by it in the first place.
About an hour ago, my father had a seizure. He's never had one before, and my mom went to the hospital with him, and I'm just left here hoping he's going to be okay. I'm really worried about him.
And I just... I don't know. I wanted to get that out there. Articulate that that's the place where that story came from. I'm not really looking for sympathy on here (not saying don't comment, I just don't really need that) but any quiet well-wishing you'd like to do on your own would obviously be appreciated, even if I'll never know about it.
Edit: He's going to be okay. They're pretty sure they know what tipped it off, and he's on his way home right now.
My dad had a stroke a couple years ago, and while it might not have been my intent at the time, whenever I read "Quality of Life", I can't help but see the influence of that experience in the fic. Hidden behind the zombies and the gay porn, it's a story about illness and hospitalization, and diseases that effect the mind, and the impact that has on a person and those who care about them for the rest of their life. Because it's hard seeing someone you love pull through something, only not everything upstairs is quite the same. And when they're aware of it, when they know and struggle against those new difficulties, in a way, watching that struggle while and after they recover can sometimes be even harder than seeing them taken down by it in the first place.
About an hour ago, my father had a seizure. He's never had one before, and my mom went to the hospital with him, and I'm just left here hoping he's going to be okay. I'm really worried about him.
And I just... I don't know. I wanted to get that out there. Articulate that that's the place where that story came from. I'm not really looking for sympathy on here (not saying don't comment, I just don't really need that) but any quiet well-wishing you'd like to do on your own would obviously be appreciated, even if I'll never know about it.
Edit: He's going to be okay. They're pretty sure they know what tipped it off, and he's on his way home right now.