Hi all, it's Eir. I've been wanting to write a "normal weblog post" for quite some time, feeling guilty or embarrassed by how many posts on this weblog are just health updates. But I could never come up with a solid topic to write about. I've had this idea floating around that we could write about games again - I have a few thoughts to share on some games, but I also had in mind that Sunny could be the one writing that post. But I'm not sure if Sunny even wants to do that. I might have put that expectation on them by mistake.I think gaming related posts are indeed in the near future, but for now, I want to write a normal weblog post for once. I'm gonna be reflecting on... just how we've been doing, and what our life is like now vs earlier this year, aside from these health things. How this year started My wrists got bad enough to close my Figura commissions last year in October, and that was still in effect. I was relying on my wrist braces heavily, but my main focus was on getting st

Health update A few days ago, on Monday the 23rd, we had another surgery. After a quick recount, it appears to be our 11th overall. This surgery regarded our sinuses, something that's troubled both of us since Sunny was a toddler and first received those life-changing nose injuries. Basically, this operation claims to open up our sinuses, all 3 (you have two maxillary and one frontal sinus). This is meant to help breathe better and drain sinuses better, two things we desperately need. I mentioned in our last post that recovery from this would be rough. It is. I felt like utter shit after the surgery was done, and for the entire day afterward. Until further notice, we have to breathe through our mouth again, just like poor Sunny had to do for the majority of her life before the split. If you've never had to breathe through only your mouth 24/7 cause of medical conditions, you're lucky. We can at least somewhat use technology again, but for the first two days after the operation, our hea

CW for medical trauma Okay, fuck. Okay. Fuck. Again. I need to get this out. I need to get this out right now. I wrote about the medical trauma I lived through in my late teens in another post, but it goes further than that. For as long as I can remember, my body has not been right. Something has been wrong with it. I was always hyper-sensitive to touch. Everything hurt. In elementary school, it was so unbearable that I got into fights. And even in my youth, years and years of abuse, neglect. Being told by my family that all my sensitivities are in my head. That I'm "just sensitive". That I'm making a big deal out of nothing. I was told this by gym teachers, by staff, by other children, by my family. Nobody cared. I had constant nurse visits throughout my school life. In middle school, I had to go home sick frequently. The dickhead gym teacher turned on loud music that hurt my autism, refused to do anything to accommodate, and anytime I complained of pain, I was told, it's fine, everyo

Hi! I've had the idea for this post in my head for quite a while, but I'm notably only writing it in the middle of the night right before what's gonna be the most stressful day I've had in possibly years. So, in my previous diary post, I talked about a computer issue I had that took several days and a new SSD to fix. A day before the issue started, construction work began on my home. The kitchen, a bathroom, and the wall to an entire room were completely removed, and remodeling began across the entire house. The process has been... grueling. Having construction workers over almost every day, hearing them bark orders at one another across the house, hearing loud music on their radio amidst the racket of drills, hammers, nails, woodcutters, and whatever else they've brought over... It's been a nightmare. I've had my earplugs in almost every day for weeks now, and I'm fortunate I've been able to spend all this time in my room with the door closed to reduce the noise. Yes, I did say weeks.