Bringing it all back home! · 5:55am Aug 26th, 2019
I am going to have to bite the bullet and actually park my arse down tomorrow and do some writing.
I am going to have to bite the bullet and actually park my arse down tomorrow and do some writing.
I came down with something a few weeks back, and man, was it persistent! I don’t know what it was, even my parents and the doctors didn’t know! All I know are the symptoms:
Dizziness
Lightheaded
Temporary bouts of nausea
Aching back
Fluctuating temperature (in between 98° to 102°, back and forth)
Headaches (despite that I get those almost every day)
If anyone has any idea what this illness was, please let me know, because even now I’m still in the dark about it.
Jewel has been ill for a few days now and I have just caught what he had. Normally this would not be a problem but I am not normal. CFS means I'm basically sick all the time, and when I get true sick it is what the doctors refer to as "double sick" (that is the technical term). The upside is that the chronic pain generally disappears like magic when my immune system gets even more serious than normal, but the fatigue is worse and that really knocks me for a loop.
I'll keep this short because my energy is low.
I have Covid, again.
This time, the symptoms are much worse and include some of the rarer ones.
I'm going to live, but I have to get through this first before I can do other htings. See you all on the flip side. Hopefully in a few days.
[Content Warning: (inaccurately depicted) obsessive mental illness]
“C’mon, Twilight. It’s time for supper!”
Twilight Velvet peeked into Twilight’s study. The young mare was hunched over her notebook, her pen dancing across the page in long, curled strokes. Velvet walked over to get a closer look. “What are you working on?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m just writing,” Twilight replied.
“All right. Well, when you’re finished, come on down, okay? Supper’s just about ready.”
He gets very loopy. Below is the conversation about the mighty civilizations living in his nostrils.
Check out Clockwork's page. He needs help.
Unsure if anyone really reads these things, but I'll write one just for the sake of it. If nothing else it might help me look back on things in the future, hopefully wiser.
I never thought I would write something like this but...
Hey, guys, long time no see.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything for Fimfic, and I am so sorry it’s been so long. It sucks that you guys haven’t been able to read anything thanks to me, and it sucks that I’ve been so busy that it’s been impossible for me to write anything and put it up. There’s just a lot of stuff going on and, well...
And it’ll be another few years before I can do anything else more.
So last night, I got a sore throat. It was small, nothing too bad. Popped some cold medicine, slept on it.
Today, I felt absolutely miserable. Illness sure knows how to put a huge dent in my plans, and it's so awful I fear I won't be able to push out a letter by Monday.
Therefore, dear readers, if a Letters update doesn't come tomorrow, you know why.
HOWEVER, I will persist and get the letter done by Tuesday. Come hell or highwater, it'll be there.
As anyone could tell from looking at this account, I have no stories up on this site. It's not that I don't want to write, it's just that depression likes to act like a fucking toddler in my brain and won't let me function on anything whatsoever. However, I have gotten into contact with a psychiatrist recently and am hoping to get medicated soon. If that happens, I wanted to ask what you all think I'd be good at writing or if you have anything you'd like to see from me. I could use the ideas,
A popular setting for horror anything is the haunted asylum. See, it was filled with crazy people. Crazy people are all sociopathic professional serial killers, and when they die they all turn into ghosts with have an insatiable drive to kill stupid teenagers. Nevermind that the inmates of asyla generally had even fewer rights and protections than even regular prisoners for a ridiculously long time, and the mentally "normal" staff would visit unspeakable torment on them, or allow others to do
Four days early. Your first guess might be that it’s because I lost my shirt out there, but thankfully, you would be wrong. This trip turned out to be cursed from the get-go, unfortunately, but it had one hay of a consolation prize.
So.. I’ve had a long time EKG on Monday and it showed the quick changes of heart frequency and the tachycardia..
So I had assumed, like the madman that I am, that I would have SO much more time to write when the school year started and my hours at work would change. Well, without going into tremendous detail about my life, it seems that online learning has greatly impacted me. I currently have less time while I adjust AGAIN to how my daily routines go. So this isn't me saying "I stopped working on my story," but rather to please continue to be patient.
It's coming.
Got to see the movie today, but how I got there is a minor story in itself.
Hello friends!
So glad you made your way to this blog.
I usually try and do a post with my stories the day they're posted so that they have some explanation. Obviously, I'm a wee bit late on this one, so forgive me
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE BIRD BOX. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT, TURN BACK NOW.
It's here, if you want to read it.
Yes, it's from that same sort of series about Anon and Berry and their relationship, but it's a side story that's kind of stand-alone. No, there's no sex. There's no happy. It's.. a story of catharsis for me, focusing on Berry Punch's illness. It's not a happy fun sill story in any way, and it's just kind of depressing incarnate. Read at your own risk, it's not one that'll make you smile.