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about me
I'm a lifetime geek and proud husband, father and Siamese Cat owner. Every frelling piece of dren I've ever fracking learned has been from the gorram wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey sci-fi shows I watch. I cannot promise that this site will be updated often due medical reasons, but thanks for coming.
mail me at: tillman_smoot at hotmail dot com
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The Banes of my Existence
Today, I am bound to the bed. Not by ropes, or by chains, but by my own body. Once again, my chronic nerve pain and phantom limb syndrome has risen up to lay claim to the rest of my body, and most of my mind. It is hard for me to imagine a time before IT. No, not Steven King’s clown/spider sewer monster, but my own monster, the battle my meat-suit has fought every day for the past four years. IT has become such an integral part of my existence that I know one day I will lose sight of the person I was and all that will be left will be a hollow shell filled with IT.
Posted in Real Life
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Been a while
Many things have happened since I was able to make my last post. I have a lot to talk about, a lot of cool upcoming things, and a lot of shitty things that have happened.
But, for now a short post. It’s late at night and my hand is keeping me up. I cannot use my voice recognition software without waking up my wife, so slow left handed typing it is.
Posted in Doctor Who, Real Life
Tagged Costuming, Dale Morton, Dragon*Con, Mascot Costumes, Murray Gold, nerve pain, Nick Robatto, Rubbertoe Rayguns, Steampunk, Type 1 Diabetes
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My Night out in NYC with Murray Gold
Tillman and Murray
I’ve been talking for over a year now about how Murray Gold struck up a friendship with me after one of my surgeries. We’ve met a couple of times in Atlanta, and continually exchange little pieces of correspondence via twitter. When I told him that I would be visiting New York last month, his response was “Let’s get drunk”!
I Feel Like I am About to be Punk’d
So, it is late, I am still in New York City on what like to think of as my therapy vacation. Everyone from my wife to my doctors encouraged me to take this trip, get out of Atlanta for a while and remember what life is all about. My time on disability has been difficult on everyone, not just me. My wife has had it worst of all. Laurie has had to put up with me on my good days and my bad, and last week she got a little vacation of her own. This week though, it is my turn to close my eyes and wish upon a star.
