I have no memory of this, but it does seem very in theme with post-op me having no sense of self preservation
No idea if anyone will see this update, but having a 50k note piece about “how I used to love my ex-fiancée so much I reached for her thru anaesthesia fog” has been excessively painful to have exist lately.
Happy 4 year anniversary to the original comic, and to my flativersary! Some good news/bad news; since the whole fiancée leaving, best friend dying, I developed rather severe stomach ulcers from a combination of the stress and my already “glass bones and paper skin” level of disabilities. I did straight up almost die a couple times before I was finally admitted to hospital for a week, where they did a throat scope and found everything from the stomach up ripped to absolute shreds. I got put on 12 extra pills a day on top of my usual routine, and needed to religiously stick to a medical diet which included liquid meal replacements and not much else.
And now onto the good news! I *did* recover! After a bit of a kerfuffle with where I was living (I needed low stress, and it was unavoidably stressing me out), one of my partners and their husband both independently decided to offer me a room in their house to live in :D It’s on the same train line as my boyfriend’s town, and we all love to hang out together as a weird lil polyamily :’) I’ve put back on all the weight I lost from the ulcers (it got Bad), and I’m able to get up and around the house much better! I’m still using a wheelchair occasionally, but my boyfriend can drive us places, and the buses down here have onboard bathrooms which is a godsend.
I’m still far from “fully recovered”, but I’m on track to getting close to it :) Overall I’m proud of me for maintaining such high whimsy levels despite ✨everything✨
