Letter to Knight Ramblings

Dear Blog,

I'm sorry for neglecting you. I realize you require a lot of attention and upkeep but I'm just not good at that sort of thing. This is exactly why I should never be a parent or even a pet owner. The thing is, I really have gone crazy. I wasn't kidding. I want my life to be different and it just isn't making any changes yet. It's not as if I'm trying to ignore you because I'm not. I'm just overwhelmed at the moment. You see, work eats my soul. That means it's mostly missing except for that little hopeful part I'm hiding inside that so badly wants the change. Since I'm hiding that last bit of soul it makes it very difficult to write. I promise to make it up to you later. I've also been spending a lot of time trying to help out Casey the last few days. He went into surgery Monday morning to have his evil back repaired. He couldn't walk more then a few feet until yesterday when he made it a full six blocks without trouble. Thankfully it looks like the surgery worked and things will start getting better. I'm so happy he is okay.

I probably won't be back again for a little while but don't worry, I could never stay away for too long.

Love,
Knight

Face Lift

For the blog that is. Just a tweak. No surgery for me my friend. You don't pin up your skin when you are only 24. Then you wouldn't have anything to look forward to. Kidding, I'm kidding. Don't freak out on me. Actually the only surgery I think about saving up for is to stop the hyperhidrosis. That's right, I have a gland problem. My hands and feet are pretty much always clammy and it's been like that for as long as I can remember. It does make you very self conscious especially when you frequently meet new people in a business setting. I know my clients assume I'm nervous when I have cold, moist, hands but that isn't the case. I can't help it. Even if I carry around a towel it won't make a difference. I've dealt with it pretty well so far, no breakdowns or anything, but I can't help thinking about what it would be like if I were normal. I occasionally reconsider the surgery. Maybe once a year I start reading about it again. Honestly, it scares me. What they do in a nutshell: they put you under, enter through your armpit, collapse your lung, and cut or burn a nerve. This has a lot of possible side effects. My uncle had the surgery (by the way this is one of those lovely genetic things) several years ago. He said that the sweating just moved from hands and feet alone to a brand new awkward area. Yeah, um, no thanks. It can also make me sick since that is how my body currently gets rid of toxins. They wouldn't know where to go for awhile. I guess I'll just have to live with moist socks and gloves. *Wipes hands on pants.*