[Comic + Journal] Unicorn 3/100

This is a bit of a cathartic, explanatory post in a way. If this blog were a uni class, I would have failed attendance months back. In my defence, I’m still alive and kicking and that has to count for something, right?

To explain, I made an executive decision a few months back to take a step away from the blog. I kept stressing about posts, content, comics and everything else while the rest of my life was utter chaos and I realised that I had lost the original idea of this blog in the process – it was a place for me to relax, share my mind when I wanted to share it and it was the freedom of that which made me share my thoughts and art and everything else so often.

I had to take things back to that point. Suffice to say that things on my end are still a complete and absolute mess, but they’re getting better. I should have an actual office built by the end of this weekend so the business can start making money again and I have a ‘mental health’ space. I’m still making little bits of progress on my jewellery skills and life is very slowly moving in the right direction. I have to be happy with that. Yell and scream at an elephant as much as you want, but he’s still going to do everything in his own time. By the time you find something big and scary enough to make him move faster, you’ve already expended more energy than he has and have therefore lost the game.

So, to keep thing simple and in the spirit of this comic entry, things WILL get better. In the mean time, I’ll get my wizard on and post only precisely when I intend to, and not a moment before. And hopefully before long, you’ll see a lot more of me.

The below drawing is my number 3 entry to my ‘100 unicorns project’ which is a little pet idea that aims to bring a little more fantasy to the world around us. This was sketched out at 4am when I couldn’t sleep. It’ll eventually be finished in the same style.

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It’s a little messy since it’s literally pen over pencil markings at this point, but use your imagination.

Horsey, horsey, burning bright,

who the hell set you alight?

❤ Abi

 

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[Journal] Good things come!

While I’ve been quiet on my end, this little Miss has been working like a busy little bee 🙂

For the first time in forever, I’m doing the proverbial ‘following my dreams’ with the jewellery course. I’ve spent the last two weekends making things and honing my skills and this Sunday is my ‘final’ for this course where I major a major project using the skills I’ve learned, before going and picking my next course. I am exhausted, so many kinds of sore and can’t brain, so I’ll simply leave this picture of my work here until I have more than two brain cells to rub together ❤

The below two rings on the left are to be finished this weekend and are simply blu-tacked together right now for pics. Brass and sterling silver, all hand cut and textured. The ring on the right is hammered sterling silver with a seamless solder (fuckyeah!) and the pendant in the middle is a hand cut and polished brass pendant.

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Hopefully after this weekend I’ll have more shinies to show off! And if I’m not like… dead tomorrow, I’ll finally have time to catch up on all the blog posts I’m missing. Looking at you, Tony!

❤ Abi

 

Blogaversary!

Well, today is apparently one year since I started According to Abigail. It’s a bit of a milestone for commitment for me, since I’m horrible when it comes to procrastinating about getting a blog post done (in case you haven’t noticed) and find ways to put things off. The last few weeks have been a great example of this what with the pain flare more or less ruling my life.

The last pain flare is what I would describe as the worst one I’ve experienced. Daily highs of 8-9, lows of 6 if I’m lucky. Averaging 2-3 hours sleep a night, can’t stomach food, etc. I’m physically and emotionally worn out from it. Even now that the majority of the flare has packed it’s bags and hauled off, I’m still left feeling like a packet of poo tickets and just want to crawl into bed and sleep the day away.

I’ve also managed to go and bung up my left knee with some kind of soft tissue damage, so sitting at the computer desk for long periods of time is a no-no unless my housemates feel like hearing me do an awesome godzilla impression when I eventually stand up and make poo-face as the muscles and tendons realise they’re being forced to move.

I’m well on the road to sorting my shit out, thankfully. In contrast to this time last year, I now know what my diagnosis is and I’m actually starting to fight back and take control of my illness. Bitch, I’m going to make it work for me, or at least give it a DAMN good run for it’s money. I’ve found a Hydrotherapy place nearby, got my pool floaties (shit yeah!) and got my dr’s clearance form. Now all I need to do is get my ass down to the pool and float around like an angry meat muppet in the pool.

I had a podiatrist’s appointment the other day where I was both horrified and impressed with the amount of dead skin she removed from my feet thanks to my psoriasis (she was also rather cute, so that helped), I’ve seen a dietician recently to help me combat my case of the fatties and I’ll be seeing my exercise physio next week to work out what I can do that won’t kill me or my joints, so to speak. Thankfully all of this is under Medicare for the moment. With the way our government is going, I wanted to try and cram in as may beneficial appointments as I can get on this scheme before they nerf it entirely. As it is, I’ll be paying almost $10 a doctor’s visit (not including scripts or anything else) under the new scheme. For me, it’ll be tight considering how many times I need to see my GP for pain scrips and the like, but I’ll manage. There are others out there that will likely actually die with this new fee because they just can’t damn well afford to see someone. It’s a seriously screwed up situation.

(On a side note, there was a protest in the city today. I couldn’t be there due to mobility issues, but my housemate could so I sent my sign with him. “Gay, disabled, foreign women – still better off under Joffrey”.)

I also have an appointment with a specialist in July that may be able to help me with the big issue of pain management. I love my GP. She had a patient move up from the coast that sees this particular specialist and immediately thought of me when she heard that he does a lot of work in the area of Fibro. Interestingly enough, the ‘new thing’ in pain management is apparently Ketamine infusions. Yes, you heard correctly. They’re going to pump me full of horse tranquilizer. From what I know, it’s a very low dose and it’s administered via a drip over a course of several hours so you’re not likely to get any of the ‘street high’ the drug is commonly used for, rather it tells your nerve endings to calm the fuck down. The added benefit is that you’re also able to perform a perfect trot and have mad cravings for carrots and apples.

Unfortunately, his initial consultation is going to set me back almost $450.00, disregarding any follow ups or how much the actual treatment may cost. I frankly don’t want to think about the cost of the infusions, but you have to do what you have to do I guess. I’m willing to try just about anything at this point if it gives me a chance at having a semi-normal life.

In the mean time, I’ve managed to keep myself busy with a bit of work on my end. This is positive in two ways. Firstly, it allows me to very slowly save up for my medical appointments and whatnot, and it also keeps me focused and busy so that when I’m having a mega poo-brain day, I can still do basic things like sew my squid beanies. I’ve booked myself in for a big market event on the 31st at a fancy-pantsy school so I’m hoping I can cover the $80 stall fee and bust a few sales on the day. I’ve also been doing some business fanciness and have been contacted by a shop in the mountains that’s interested in stocking my gear, a photographer that wants me to be involved in some pretty awesome photo shoots and I’ve been working in the mean time with a client to get a LARP costume together for them.

Candy being a darling and helping me out with the fitting process

Candy being a darling and helping me out with the fitting process

I have to admit, I’m pretty damned proud of the way the outfit turned out. I’ve mentioned a few times now that I run a small business. Part of what I do is costuming and reenactment gear involving both sewing and leather work. In the awesome little image to the left, you can see my housemate/minion Candy being an utter darling and helping me out by holding still and ignoring my mockery while I took a picture of him in the outfit. I needed to make sure it would fit the client and he’s more or less the right size, so it’s a win/win! The client gets to see what his costume looks like and I get to call Candy a hobbit since he’s just a little too tall for the outfit to work properly.

Since I don’t get to talk about my work very often, the costume is entirely hand made and comprises of a cape/short cloak, a tunic and a pair of pants, all of which I designed myself from the concept stage, all the way through to finished item. What you can see in the picture is only about 80% done. If the client is willing, I may ask for a photo of the finished item on them so you can see how the tunic looks when fully hemmed and with the split up the front. All in all, I’m really god damn proud. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve made a tunic like this and the fact that I’ve still got it all upstairs enough to run a project like this actually makes me feel really pleased with myself. I figure that alone makes this little story worth sharing 🙂

Also, yes, before you ask, that is my LARP sword and it IS Glamdring. Ten internet points for those of you that remember what Glamdring is 😀 Anyhoo, I figure this post is long enough as it is at this point and you’re all probably greying while reading about it. I’m also in the process of getting my shit together for more comics and a few blog posts as well, so I am active and alive, just a little gimpy right now.

I should also point out that I DO love ideas for new comics. If there’s something you want to see immortalised in the Abigail style of comical shenanigans, let me know and I shall see what I can do!

Well, that’s all for me for now.

Much love, chickadees. Remember, we’re taking over the world for our Overlord Abigail, one day at a time!

 

This little pig went to market…

OH DEAR GOD THE DAY IS HERE!!!

Seriously. I leave for my event in just under 5 hours time. I have to pack the car, sort out the shopping, do a last run-through of my inventory, make sure i pack the costumes and enough clothing for three days, do a panic check, make sure I have all my medication (and spares), double check the house and then wait for the housemate to get home. He’ll be following us and then we leave the house sitter with the budgies and hope they don’t maul him to death with cuteness in the mean time. They’re vicious little things. Nobody was saved.

Gringa, I promise I will TRY to get enough sleep this weekend, but if it’s anything like last year, we’ll still be awake because my ginger friend decided he needed to parade about the cabin in nothing but tighty-whities (nasty undies) that were grey from wear. God, I STILL have the scars from that. On the plus side, Manthing, my housemate (who shall henceforth be known as Candy. Yes, he’s a male) and I should have a relatively quiet night tonight and tomorrow is an easy setup from 10 since it’s only a half day event. Ahhhh.

If I can, I’ll try to get some blogging done each night. Just a bit of a recap of the day. From memory, however, the net there is so may kinds of awful, so I may need to either have it saved as a draft and play with it more when I get back home, or just draw lots of comics. Maybe both. I guess it depends on how busy I am. Heck, if you’re all REAL good, I might even take a few pictures for you all 🙂

Anyway, I best be off. My painkillers have kicked in (yeah, it’s one of THOSE days) and no rest for the wicked here. You all have fun and I’ll see you on the other side of the weekend!

 

Crunch time

Note to self: You have a doctor’s appointment at 2:45pm today.

So, we’re the day before the day we leave before the day of the first day of the big event. Make sense of that.

I’m finally getting over the flu, though I’m still Queen Shit for Brains. I’ve worked like a madwoman through the last few days to produce beanies, collars, cuffs, jewellery, bits and piece and all sorts of crap, and I’m still not done. I still have so much work to do that it isn’t funny, and half my equipment is having major screw-ups (my brain included) so I’m taking a minute out of the chaos to blog about it. As you do.

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Here’s a picture of some of the shinies I’ve bee working on. Yup. Decorative collars. Not the kinky kind. I don’t make those for this event. It tends to freak too many people out,  but I do make them, yes. I have  seriously not had enough sleep to deal with today.

 

Still here!

We’ve had a few massive storms come through this week and it would appear that our internet has suffered greatly. Not sure if we’ve just been diverted or if we’ve had some of the wiring in the house fried, but it’s been three days and this is the first time I’ve been able to load my blog page (let alone anything else online! Say goodbye to business :/ ) so I thought I’d pop in quickly and give you all an update.

I’m still around, just not sure how long our internet is going to be cludged up. What that means is that I can’t upload new comics until we get the online situation sorted, but that doesn’t stop me from making them on my end. I’ve got a few to upload and have been trying to work on one a day here. It’s unlikely, however, that I’ll get them up until after the weekend even if the net decides to play ball.

Manthing is doing his last day at work on Friday and is becoming my full-time carer. It’s kinda scary and a little worrying about how we’re going to manage finances until they sort his paperwork out, but we always manage. I’ll also have to adapt to having help around the house. I can get more done, be more active and actually go places \o/ Also means we can work on our relationship a little, rather than the usual snuggle and smooch before we fall asleep. I’m hoping it all goes well.

I’m also in the shit-end of a big pain flare. Daily levels are sitting at 6-7 with peaks of 8-9 depending on how much my body hates me/how stupid I am. I’ve had to learn how to take things easy lately and let my body rest when it needs it, or else when I eventually decide to lie down, I get no peace from the pain at all and outright CAN’T sleep. I’ve also found that drawing the comics is a very therapeutic activity before bed and allows me to tell my brain to STFU.

Anyhoo, just a quick check in from me. Will update in the next few days with some more comics 🙂 Stay awesome!

On the down swing

Today is one of those very unkind days where you wake up with big plans to get stuff done, but your body has decided otherwise in your sleep. I had planned to finish cleaning the office and getting my business stuff back in order with the biggest event of the year coming up in less than 2 months, but I’m instead sitting at a 7 on the pain scale with most of it located in my shoulders as luck would have it.

If the pain had been anywhere beneath my navel, I could more or less deal with it. After all, that’s what computer chairs are for (see: wheels!) and I could just push myself about the room as needed, or just suck it up. However, shoulder pain is one of those things that floors me every time. It’s not a simple matter of an achy joint, but more feels like I’ve been shoulder barging a wall for the better part of 6 hours, and the pain tends to spread down my arms into my elbows, wrists and hands. What this means is that I’m effectively useless. Typing hurts, getting my medication is tricky and even using the bathroom on my own can prove difficult, which immediately rules out anything else I could need my hands for (see you later, craft work!).

The worst part is that I had a really good productive day yesterday. I guess I should have seen it coming, but when I have good days, I often forget the predicament my body is in and expect to be able to get back to doing things the way I used to before I got sick. While the expectations are unrealistic, the problem is when I run into this issue and hope to be able to ‘push past’ it all and keep going. I get sore and I get angry, and the more sore I get, the more angry I get until I’m mopping the entire house out of sheer frustration. When I finally decide to give myself a break, the damage is already done and I feel angry and defeated mentally, and physically… well, I keep forgetting to catch the numberplate of the truck that hit me.

Anyway, I’ve got a cuppa tea calling my name and a nice warm seat in the loungeroom on my bean bag. Mass Effect is the latest thing I’ve been playing through on the console and, thus far, I’m really enjoying it. It also gets me out of the office where I’d be inclined to start more projects.

Does anyone else have these shitty days? Perhaps you get days where you forget you’re sick for a while? What do you usually spend it doing?

I’d love to know.

– Abi