I got my long-awaited second opinion from a doctor that I’ll never meet that reviewed all of my medical records. I’m approved for getting surgery! I still have to wait for things to happen on the red tape side of things, but it’s nice knowing that this won’t happen months from now, well after this essay’s publication, or worse, where I’d be stuck in declining health with no treatment options. All it took was persistence.
My spine doctor told me last week I moved like I was a 90-year-old and I’m not offended. I feel like I’m a 90-year-old. I had trouble moving a 4-pound box today, whereas years back, I carried around a 75-or-more-pound box for enough time to where it surprised the mail courier when two people had to carry it out. I had thought that box was heavy, yeah, but now, a 4-pound box gives me trouble…
For this ENDLESS WAR contest comic I accidentally bit off more than I could chew, I’m reaching its minimum viable product stage. I have one more panel remaining, then I’ll go back through, do major remaining detailing, and call it good enough. For something like the picture below, I could add more details, but I spent two hours and 40 minutes coloring and texturing this picture from its first draft, which was maybe a twenty-minute drawing?
I spent two hours and 48 minutes going from the first draft to the second draft of the image below for this six-part comic I’m making for an ENDLESS WAR contest. I had a blast! While listening to a podcast, I filled in the lines with basic colors. I may go back in for a third – and final draft – later on to fill in some details, but I also don’t want to spend much longer coloring.
It’s frustrating to me that despite all the things I’m trying to do, my spine keeps getting worse and the pain gets more intolerable by the day. Through all this pain, I thought of things to write when reaching out to my insurance company, telling them that they don’t prioritize patient care, that they must be trained to not empathize with people, and other things like that, but that’s just my pain speaking for me.
For this ENDLESS WAR contest, I’m making a six-panel comic showing how players can access an in-game area. This is the first time I’ve made a comic. While I was working on the second drafts for the first two panels, I listened to two podcasts. During a Pro Crastinators Podcast episode, I realized something significant: I don’t have to limit my storytelling to just writing. Although I prefer writing novels, I can draw comics too.
I’m not sure whether it’s the amount of effort to deal with that causes stress on my spine or that it all just pops up on bad spine days, but I wrote some severe critiques of my situations toward people today. One such message: “While this process has – and not “may have” – caused frustration and constant, daily concern, I will forward [this] phone number along to [the spine doctor] to see what can be done.”
Although it’s been difficult for me to think about “The Story” lately, when I drove to my spine doctor’s appointment the other day, I thought about John and Trishna on my way into the appointment. The doctor’s office is nice. They’re in a nice part of town, the parking lot is spacious, and the air is clean. I don’t know what specific spinal condition Trishna was born with, but I imagine she’ll need occasional check-ups.
Spoilers?: Minor [minor medical meanderings]
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My insurance company wants to take as long as possible to assess my situation remotely before approving anything. This could lead to my permanent disability. They are not particularly concerned. I met with my spine doctor again today, the one that would be doing surgery, if things continue to decrease, and it looks like, yes, my left leg and foot have decreased in mobility. I’m going to do these next steps tomorrow, when I’m rested…
I’m in a bookclub where we read classic literature, more modern literature, and anything that might strike the popular vote’s fancy. During the call, where we talked about the Lovecraft stories we read, I noticed I was enjoying myself, hanging out, joking, and laughing. I wonder, will “The Story,” in whatever media it finds itself in, to whatever degree it becomes, ever be a monthly bookclub entry? It seems like that would be the goal…
Spoilers?: Minor [comparing literature, perhaps]
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