The Forbidden Island update!
Hey! We could use a hand. We only have ten days left on the Indiegogo for The Forbidden Island, and aren't even at 50% yet, so we could really use your help.
I'm supposed to be doing a good job of selling this to y'all and I'm falling down on that because I'm just . . . bottom of the barrel. I live there nowadays. I'm okay, mostly, but I can't muster enthusiasm for much of anything. I'm sorry. Work on fulfillment for other campaigns proceeds. We're trying. I'm trying. I'm catching up. Slowly, but surely.
So throw some help our way if you can, any amount. Five bucks, ten bucks. This feeds us. This keeps a roof over our heads. I know I repeat myself, I'm sorry, and I know I should be chipper, but . . . goddamn, this wears on you after a while. If you can help, help. Please. I really appreciate it.
Finished the course of meds that were meant to treat the painful digestive issues I'd been having. Now I get to wait to see if it comes back, which is possible, in which case at least we have an effective drug that cannot be used continuously, but could be used to give me a month-long-ish "holiday" from the pain a couple times a year, provided Medicaid will keep covering the $1,400 price tag of repeated treatments. If not, at least I had a little over a month of getting to enjoy normal foods.
That . . . is . . . the most upsetting couple of sentences I have ever typed.
This medication also helped my rosacea, and has reduced it so much there's only redness and one vaguely pimple-y spot left. That probably won't last, but it's nice to not have my face hurt all the time. My skin texture is still ruined from both the rosacea and the topical treatments, far beyond the ability of beauty products to remedy. And that hurts. I should get some new pictures of myself while I can still remove make-up without pain and bleeding.
I'm trying not to be too upset or afraid that it will come back, all of it. But it probably will, and I'm trying to . . . tank up, I guess, and deal with that possibility as best I can. Which, I'll be honest, isn't very. I'm scared as hell.
I know a lot of y'all deal with way worse, which is why I haven't been talking about/complaining about this much, but it eats at me.
Think good thoughts for me, please. Please. I'm sorting through so much complicated life crap right now, and I'm so confused, and so lost, and I really need all the good wishes I can get.
Love you all.
I'll try to be more cheerful soon.
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I'm supposed to be doing a good job of selling this to y'all and I'm falling down on that because I'm just . . . bottom of the barrel. I live there nowadays. I'm okay, mostly, but I can't muster enthusiasm for much of anything. I'm sorry. Work on fulfillment for other campaigns proceeds. We're trying. I'm trying. I'm catching up. Slowly, but surely.
So throw some help our way if you can, any amount. Five bucks, ten bucks. This feeds us. This keeps a roof over our heads. I know I repeat myself, I'm sorry, and I know I should be chipper, but . . . goddamn, this wears on you after a while. If you can help, help. Please. I really appreciate it.
Finished the course of meds that were meant to treat the painful digestive issues I'd been having. Now I get to wait to see if it comes back, which is possible, in which case at least we have an effective drug that cannot be used continuously, but could be used to give me a month-long-ish "holiday" from the pain a couple times a year, provided Medicaid will keep covering the $1,400 price tag of repeated treatments. If not, at least I had a little over a month of getting to enjoy normal foods.
That . . . is . . . the most upsetting couple of sentences I have ever typed.
This medication also helped my rosacea, and has reduced it so much there's only redness and one vaguely pimple-y spot left. That probably won't last, but it's nice to not have my face hurt all the time. My skin texture is still ruined from both the rosacea and the topical treatments, far beyond the ability of beauty products to remedy. And that hurts. I should get some new pictures of myself while I can still remove make-up without pain and bleeding.
I'm trying not to be too upset or afraid that it will come back, all of it. But it probably will, and I'm trying to . . . tank up, I guess, and deal with that possibility as best I can. Which, I'll be honest, isn't very. I'm scared as hell.
I know a lot of y'all deal with way worse, which is why I haven't been talking about/complaining about this much, but it eats at me.
Think good thoughts for me, please. Please. I'm sorting through so much complicated life crap right now, and I'm so confused, and so lost, and I really need all the good wishes I can get.
Love you all.
I'll try to be more cheerful soon.
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