Dippeggs wrote:Woah, how did I miss part 13? and now 14 is out.
Awesome job as usual, 13 pretty good but 14 was a little better in my opinion. Keep up the great work!
I loved working on both parts, but I understand what you mean; both had music I love set to pieces of life that I really wanted to touch upon, but part 14 came at a time in my life where I'd just gotten potentially dire medical news, and needed diet and exercise to get back on track...thoughts of the scene with Emi kept me exercising about as hard as a sickly man can, while still being able to drag himself to appointments. Hell, one time, I was jogging around and doing stair-steps for half an hour, and it left me limping for four whole days. That's what it took, though; my results were amazingly better in a mere ten days. I'm sure that period of my life reflected in how I wrote.
inthewind wrote:Yeah, moving conversation sounds fair. While it is neat to be able to comment on a document in-line and have it noticed right where you tagged it, that also lets it be confusing as all get-out.
Yup. The comments section feels good for making a quick one-liner or for fixing errors, but I like knowing who you are, for one. I was trying to figure which of three (I think?) of the more prolific commenters you were, and didn't know which forum member you were. I liked your wordplay on some of those comments.
The next release is gonna take a few more days. I'll try to make a long story as short as I can: for those just tuning in, the drug Lisinopril gave me severe anxiety symptoms, including a panic attack that sent me into convulsions and spiked my blood pressure and blood sugar to critical levels. Well...these last two weeks or so, I went through the same thing again. Except worse. My adverse reactions were actually pretty rare, so we were hoping Benazepril, though it's a drug in the same family, wouldn't give me the same effect. The previous drug wasn't 100% out of my system yet, so it added up.
I might write about it more at length someday, but...man. Words fail me, to describe those eternally long days. It was like being strung out on, or withdrawing from hard drugs. Came within a hair of going into convulsions once again, but just managed to avoid the emergency room and just go back to sleep after popping Xanax like it was candy (but not a toxic dose). The mental effects were so severe, I had to get drunk a lot to get through it. (Don't worry; my medications only mildly clash with booze, and that's mostly just lowering my blood pressure...and I need it lowered anyhow, lol.)
I could barely answer verbal questions without losing focus. Conversations were like frantically navigating labyrinths. I would just start yelling, punching a wall, stomp around for a few minutes, and things like that, at little to literally no provocation. That's when I wasn't hyperventilating, glancing around in crazy-fast twitches, and getting paranoid delusions that the people around me were trying to murder me, or just generally feeling like somebody was gonna break down my door and start strangling me. Along with just generally feeling shitty, in body and mind.
Soooo crazy. I know. Especially because my mental state lately, aside from that, has been really positive, healthy, and rational. I was forced to see violent imagery in my head that I didn't want to, and other horrible things. I'm just so grateful to have finally grown some strength in my life, because I didn't give in to that temporary insanity, and I'm starting to fairly rapidly return to normal, in body and mind. Though mild to moderate, I have been experiencing brushes with death. The positivity of it, is that it's simply made me stop caring about unimportant things, and focus on what's really vital. Like, I either don't, or barely feel nervous in social situations anymore, because that is such a trivial thing, in my recent retrospect. It also does, frankly, feel pretty cool to keep surviving and get right back into the swing of things asap, like it didn't even happen, when my friends are like "Dude, how are you not bedridden?" I just look to examples of men who've overcome what makes my problems look like nothing, and try to be more like that.
Okay, so that wasn't that short. tl;dr version: Went through a bunch of medical stuff that was tough and emotional for me, but as usual, that delays my writing by mere days.
Gonna keep exercising, and get healthy and strong, and stay happy. Maybe even get a little muscley, one of these days; that'd be awesome. Next KA release is gonna take a couple of days, but this train ain't stoppin', not even in the face of death! Full steam ahead!