[Comic] Unicorn 2/100

So here’s unicorn #2 and a sneaky extra. The scraggy looking one is a sketch I found in an old book while packing for the move, and I decided to include it because it fit the theme, but not include it in the numbered drawings because the plan is to, well, draw 100 of these glorious bastards.

On a side note, we’re about 2 car trips from being finished with the move, thank god. I am entirely over having to hear the screech of packing tape and hauling boxes of crap. The weather has also become entirely hormonal here and we’re swinging between jumper-wearing-cold with rain and t-shirt-and-shorts stinking hot, so my body is going absolutely nuts, but we’re getting there. Only just one more week until we’re settled…

[Aside] Thoughts on pain levels

One of the biggest things that stands out to me as a chronic pain sufferer is that most people expect you to be pain free after you take your painkillers. Like it’s as simple as a headache, you pop a few pills and you’re on your way again.

So many people don’t seem to understand that it’s not about pain elimination, but about pain management. The reality of the matter for most chronic pain sufferers is thst you never actually get that “ahh” moment when you’re entirely pain free, but you adopt a new system wherein you have acceptable and unacceptable levels of pain. You expect every day to greet you with a certain level of pain and, after a while,  that becomes your norm or average. Any deviation from that new setting becomes unacceptable and that’s when you end up undertaking pain management, because trying to get back to the previous norm of ‘painfree’ is entirely unrealistic and you will simply end up making yourself sick on painkillers before you get there.

To put it simply,  us pain kitties simply run on a more exaggerated pain management system to healthy people. The principles are still the same, we just  have a different base line for pain to most other people.

On another note, I’m enjoying the idea of ‘microblogging’ in the sense of me sharing smaller thoughts with you all, rather than one big, several – page – long blog once a fortnight. I’m also going to keep trying out the new post settings until I find something I like for this format. I noticed there was no actual discernable change between my normal journal and my status update,  so I’m giving the ‘aside’ setting a go today.

[Comic] When chronic illness changes you

I’m on fire this last week. Four posts? Who even does that?! ME! But seriously. I’ve spent my downtime between moving having some deep-and-meaningful thoughts about life, the universe and everything and this comic is the result of that.

When you have any kind of chronic illness, be it physical, mental or otherwise, you change. Sometimes things can change for the better, and sometimes… well, I’ll let you read.

 

39 - Chronic Illness changes you

On an aside, Manthing pointed out that I managed to draw my own toe wrong. I am, in fact, missing the nail on the big toe of my right foot. The more you know.

[Status?] My bed is my spirit animal

Today is one of those grim days where you just know staying in bed won’t fix what you have, but you linger there for a while longer anyway, just in case something magical happens.

I’m also testing out the new ‘status’ feature to see if it changes the style of posting at all. It could mean shorter journals on my bad days, but also actually publishing journals rather than just lying out feeling like shit anyway.

[Comic] A visual depiction of Brain Fog

So after all the work to pack and move today, and the blogging earlier, an idea came to me while cooking dinner. I finally figured out the best way for me to explain brain fog to someone who has never experienced it before. Obviously it’s different for everyone, but I hope this goes a little way towards helping non-Fibro sufferers understand the daily derp we kitties face and that sometimes (Just sometimes!) we’re not actually ignoring you 🙂

 

38 - Brain fog

[Journal] Bringing you up to speed and 100 unicorns project

So, some of you may have noticed that all my journals since January have been rather short and there hasn’t been an abundance of activity on my blog. I’m here to explain why.

Back towards Christmas, we knew my grandmother wasn’t doing so well. She was very old, had seen a lot of shit in her time and her whole body was shutting down on her after years of medication abuse, two open heart surgeries and enough other health issues that make me look like a Spring chicken. When she passed away around the 17th of January, it was sad but no real surprise. I’m fairly certain the only thing that kept her holding on so long was her sheer stubbornness, both a blessing and a curse that all European women seem to have.

We got past the funeral, barely. With family issues (because there is always family issues at a funeral) seen to with as much grace as I could muster, we got to the paperwork and the Will. Everything’s set in motion and I found out where we stood on a few matters regarding the house, inheritance and, again, family. This is after spending roughly a fortnight pulling my hair out, swearing in every language I know and wanting to set people’s pubes on fire.

So, with that being one of the shortest run-downs of an overly bullshit and dramatic time that I think I’ve ever written, we’re back up to date and the situation stands thus:

The manthing and I are moving. Yes, again.

We had been in this present rental roughly a year and the universe caught wind of how nice and peaceful things had been and decided to let off a metric tonne of napalm under our arses. What it boils down to is that my mother dearest can’t live alone. Now that’s not to say that she’s physically incapable of it, but moreso her mental health suffers greatly from being isolated to the point where she barely leaves the house. She needs human company. While manthing and I will enjoy not having to pay rent for a while, at this point it’s a secondary consideration.

Once we move back home, we’ll handle the rest of the Will and estate bullshit, eventually sell the place, end up moving to another rental closer to where we want to live in 9 months or so, and then finally buying somewhere permanent where my mother will remain with us.

In between all of this, I’ve had two major flares, have been working on packing an entire house into boxes and all sorts of mundane bullshit at the same time, which is why the posts have been short and sporadic at best. Manthing and I are presently at the point where we’re at the apex of the move. Roughly half the house is packed and in boxes (and I’m taking a well-deserved break from it all to write this), so in theory that means I should have a little more time for blogging and comic writing in the next few weeks, but I’m not holding my breath.

Now for the fun part. I’ve started something I’ve decided to call the 100 unicorns project. I know. The name is just so full of imagination.

What this boils down to is that, over the next… well, whenever, to combat my depression and anxiety, I will be drawing unicorns. 100 of them, to be exact. Now, I had planned to do 365 days of unicorns, and paled at the thought of having to hold the pencil with my foot while in the shower trying to bathe the pain away, so I figured 100 was much more reasonable. I could space them out every few days, or do three in a day, so long as I stuck to the plan and kept drawing. They could be sketches, paintings or even some kind of jewellery item, so long as they fit the theme.

It’s nothing too crazy, but I adore unicorns and I also like not feeling like shit. And you all seem to like drawings, so it’s the perfect motivation. So, you all have 100 unicorns to look forward to over the next (hopefully) 9 months or so. That’s two a week and then a few on the side, right? Anyway, back to packing!

[Picture] Well, that’s a mouthful.

image

So at what point do you need stop taking your pills with food and start taking food with your pills?

Tonight’s lot. I just had to take a picture.

In no particular order for the curious:
– Echinacea,  Garlic, Zinc and Vit C. My secret weapon against colds and flu.
– Two fish oil capsules.
– Standard multivitamin
– Magnesium Glycinate. Specific for Fibro pain.
– Probiotic for IBS control
– Panadiene forte to stop me killing a bitch
– Celebrex for inflammation
– Endep for anxiety and Fibro
– Totally-not-Viagra Pristiq as a trial for Fibro pain.