happy life happy knife
Mar. 21st, 2022 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_funehhh forgive me writing this on sunday, im just trying to get a leg up on things. hopefully nothing earth shattering will have transpired by monday.
inhuman updated, tho...
my scanner is acting up. forgetting its settings, refusing to save to correct folders, etc. i've done the best i can to color correct this page but i still feel like the sky greens are really off and the black tones are too. and i had to absolutely bleach out the whites, which were scanning in absolutely brown. big shrug, no idea, just means more work for me on my end i guess :T
out here everyones decided covid is "over" again. cant depend on food servers wearing a mask anymore. i'm coughing but i'm hopeful it's just the temp changes. if it gets worse or i develop additional symptoms i have some tests... but i am pretty sure i'll just be infected at some point either way since we've all decided pretending things are fine is preferential to actually working together to get through a crisis. super american thinking.
if it isnt terribly obvious yet, i'm still waiting for doctors to agree that i need a higher dose of lexapro. one more week to go on that. at the moment i am on 10mg which is about equal to 50mg of sertraline, in its effect. i was on 150mg of sertraline previously. so this is all as predicted. anyone who acts shocked isnt paying attention. so... i'm still dealing with (daily) suicidal ideation and a general lack of interest/joy in things that previously bring me joy. if i spot the wrong news story (usually about the ecosystem) it can kill my ability to sleep because i'll be too anxious for hours. all of which is....... just what happens when you stop taking a medication that works for your garbo brain.
in better news... i picked up a proper computer chair and a mousepad with a wrist rest. i was previously kind of perching on a high art stool at my computer, and it was really making my arms and wrist and chest (the side irradiated) hurt. this is a huge improvement. bless you staples overstock chair and tiddy mousepad with a cartoon dog butt on it. all i need is a rest for my keyboard and my transformation into old man will be complete. but really, the better care i can take of the side of my chest where the cancer was, the longer i can sustain drawing before the muscle just seizes up in protest and i have to stop for the day.
which, let me tell you, right now is HELL. i'm so determined to finish out this arc and thus the main story of the comic, and i just want to knock it outta the way before the early grave claims me for crimes of being too poor, too queer, too mentally ill to be deemed profitable to keep alive. still not sure i'll succeed. but i want to finish this comic before i die.
fun thoughts to leave everyone with. but now ren wants me to hold her. so ... later
inhuman updated, tho...
my scanner is acting up. forgetting its settings, refusing to save to correct folders, etc. i've done the best i can to color correct this page but i still feel like the sky greens are really off and the black tones are too. and i had to absolutely bleach out the whites, which were scanning in absolutely brown. big shrug, no idea, just means more work for me on my end i guess :T
out here everyones decided covid is "over" again. cant depend on food servers wearing a mask anymore. i'm coughing but i'm hopeful it's just the temp changes. if it gets worse or i develop additional symptoms i have some tests... but i am pretty sure i'll just be infected at some point either way since we've all decided pretending things are fine is preferential to actually working together to get through a crisis. super american thinking.
if it isnt terribly obvious yet, i'm still waiting for doctors to agree that i need a higher dose of lexapro. one more week to go on that. at the moment i am on 10mg which is about equal to 50mg of sertraline, in its effect. i was on 150mg of sertraline previously. so this is all as predicted. anyone who acts shocked isnt paying attention. so... i'm still dealing with (daily) suicidal ideation and a general lack of interest/joy in things that previously bring me joy. if i spot the wrong news story (usually about the ecosystem) it can kill my ability to sleep because i'll be too anxious for hours. all of which is....... just what happens when you stop taking a medication that works for your garbo brain.
in better news... i picked up a proper computer chair and a mousepad with a wrist rest. i was previously kind of perching on a high art stool at my computer, and it was really making my arms and wrist and chest (the side irradiated) hurt. this is a huge improvement. bless you staples overstock chair and tiddy mousepad with a cartoon dog butt on it. all i need is a rest for my keyboard and my transformation into old man will be complete. but really, the better care i can take of the side of my chest where the cancer was, the longer i can sustain drawing before the muscle just seizes up in protest and i have to stop for the day.
which, let me tell you, right now is HELL. i'm so determined to finish out this arc and thus the main story of the comic, and i just want to knock it outta the way before the early grave claims me for crimes of being too poor, too queer, too mentally ill to be deemed profitable to keep alive. still not sure i'll succeed. but i want to finish this comic before i die.
fun thoughts to leave everyone with. but now ren wants me to hold her. so ... later
