Hey folks, just checking in so everyone knows I'm alive. I've got an ask or two in my inbox that I promise I will get to... just not right this moment.
I am so sick. I got what I thought was just a cold that turned into bronchitis that's trying its damnedest to move on to something worse. Thank god my doc heard 'fever and wet chest coughs with gross green shit' and had 'Nam flashbacks to my childhood pneumonia problems, because I did not remember any of that at all. He has since sent meds and strict instructions to call him the moment I feel even a little bit worse, bless him.
I'm also detoxing off of venlafaxine at the same time, since it both did and did not work for me, in that it did the job it was meant to, but also did several other side gigs it was very much not meant to be doing. I wanted to be able to take some cold medicine to manage the symptoms of the bronchitis, which you can't when taking venlafaxine, so I went cold turkey (after consulting my doctor, who tentatively agreed but made sure I have transitioning doses available in case it's too difficult).
This is a horrible combination, by the way. Holy crap. The vertigo. The fucking vertigo. I can live with the vague nausea and on and off anxiety - those will fade - but goddamn, the vertigo is wild.
I am typing this whole squinting from under my comforter, while staying as still as possible between violent coughing fits. Every time I cough I lose my position on the astral plane. The cat tries to help by nudging me periodically and screaming for food three hours early and I have to cling to the mattress so I don't fall off somehow, despite being in the dead centre.
So... Yeah. I'm alive. Nobody panic. I just won't be drawing or writing for a bit.























