This premise comes from an old blog post. So, for most readers, they will never have seen it before. Longtime diehards may remember it. It’s the only blog post that ever got fan art. I’m relatively certain it was never mentioned in the actual comic before now. Of course it still technically hasn’t since these aren’t in the actual continuity as such, but still. This is probably the only chance I’ll ever have to get it in at all.
I’ve been having trouble breathing today. It’s probably from sleeping in a bad position but at least part of the problem is my weight. With the endless stream of bullshit to do with the end of Grandma’s life I managed to put on more weight from stress eating. I already weighed as much as two average people, which was already very much too much. Now it’s like two and a quarter people which is probably nearing the absolute limit of what my already overworked heart can take. Of course it’s something you can’t just fix. It will take time to reverse course and grandpa is siting three rooms away making me anxious just by existing. Even without his shenanigins in the mix the disruption of my schedule is enough to make me want to just drink soda until my brain says it’s happy again. Since I can’t sleep well when he’s in my care I spend a ridiculous time trying to make up for the lack of good sleep, which makes me more sedentary than I normally am. It turns into a vicious cycle of being so tired that my body wants sugar to compensate. I eat at weird times and eating makes me want to nap, which compounds all the other problems. Plus we have food here that can last a long time, which means its bad for you. Combine all of this with being sick with “not covid” for a month and a third infection in my previously good foot, and it’s a physical disaster. On top of all of that there’s all the stuff happening to my extended family just crushing all of us under the weight of worry. I thought I was at my limit the day of Grandma’s funeral, so I have no idea where I am at this point. The place I thought was my limit is so far outside the range of the rearview mirrors and the car just keeps careening ahead. I’ve tried to just stay silent and not add to the problems but problems are adding up regardless.
If I can just survive long enough to get grandpa into some kind of dementia daycare maybe this shitshow will stop in time for me to save myself. From inside my meatsack it feels like it’s coming down to the wire though.
Let’s hope that I do survive and prepare for better times by promoting my patreon and subscribestar. Links are at the top of the post. Maybe once this is all over I’ll actually start making bonus content again instead of dragging around and not staying on task. There’s a whole future of wonderous possibilities if we dare to hope.