Vagina Boy.

It was three months ago to the day that they first opened my leg to scrape out the rot within. Just this week I received the jpeg of that initial exploratory incision: As it turned out, it wasn’t big enough. This is what my leg looked like a few hours later (and, for that matter, […]

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Fleshmesh: Or, More Guidelines than Actual Rules…

Specifically, Guideline #5: Do not drink any wine, beer, or alcohol for twenty-four hours after your discharge from the hospital. Yeah, right. Like that was ever going to happen. But I’m back home now, and bedridden again, and all the range-of-motion exercises I was supposed to perform last time (to increase strength in the ankle) […]

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Road Rash Day

So. Skin graft in a few hours. I’m told it’s a little like laying sod. First they take this Black & Decker belt sander to roughen up that fresh red meat I’ve been growing for the past couple of months (basically to velcroize the surface, so the new skin has some nooks and crannies to […]

Gangrene

An unwelcome surprise when I stripped off the dressing this morning. Probably should have been more careful about pulling stray cat hairs out of the wound…

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Rise Up

Gonna see the month out with a bit of a grab-bag. Here’s an illo from the Chinese edition of Blindsight: a bit lurid chromatically, perhaps, but it’s the first cover art I’ve seen that presents broadly accurate renderings of both Theseus and Rorschach. There are other graphics I’d like to share with you at some […]

Skin Deep

Time, rs and Ks, for another installment of Fleshfest ’11. As you can see, the healing of my leg continues apace: Actually, that’s not really my leg (at least, not yet). It’s actually an effigy created by one Duff McCourt, who — upon learning of my fondness for Baileys and marzipan — actually whipped up […]

F.E.Q.

Several Aggregators picked up “Moving Pictures“, a couple of posts back.   (If I’d known that mutilation porn would get me so many hits I’d have got necrotizing fasciitis years ago.)   There’ve been a lot of comments, here and elsewhere, and a lot of people asking the same kind of questions. So to try […]

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Moving Pictures.

My doctor keeps jamming on his commitment to fork over the shots he took in surgery, the ones showing the necrotic tissue spreading across my leg.  Fuck it;  I’ve kept you waiting too long (only partially due to the above reason, granted; I’m also still comatose for a good chunk of the day), and I […]

The Irony Patrol.

Let us start with the fact that I contracted flesh-eating disease during the course of getting a skin biopsy — that it was being all precautionary and taking proper medical care of myself that nearly got me killed.  That’s just the start.  There’s also this little snippet from the upcoming Crysis novel, my own words […]

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The Plastinated Man.

Some of you may have heard by now that I got hit with a serious case of necrotising fasciitis (more luridly known as “flesh-eating disease”) late last week. I’m told I was a few hours away from being dead. Now, several morphine drips and debridements and blood-pressure crashes and pulmonary edemas later, I have a […]