Now that Gary Gygax is dead I can finally come out of hiding. No, that's just a tasteless joke.
I've had an awful few months. For years I've dealt with a wide array of worsening and difficult to diagnose medical problems. Sounds familiar? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right? It's gotten to the point that it's begining to seriously affect my quality of life, and this at a time when I don't have health insurance. As much as self-diagnosis smacks of hypochondria and attention whoring, I've finally managed to find a single condition that would explain every single symptom I have, but I can't even afford the tests to find out if that's it. Very frustrating.
And just after New Year, a freak accident destroyed both my computer and my primary data backup. Then, a few hours later, another freak accident destroyed my off-site backup. This resulted in the near total loss of my unpublished creative output for the last ten years: hundreds of hours of writing, projects in-progress, music, and notes. This sent me into a spiral of depression. On the one hand it's actually kind of liberating. On the other hand: godammit.
Then I spent a few weeks in the throes of Martian Death Flu and had a 24 hour nightmare drug trip reaction to some medication. The silver lining is that I'm feeling better and I've achieved that chic P.O.W. look that was so popular last century.
So after clawing my way out of the physical and psychological grave (too melodramatic?), here I am again. I've missed hanging out at the Cafe hearing about all your Paladins. How ya been?
Tags: whining
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