"Skies one could drown in..."
IRL Pryne update.
Dad got out of the hospital about a week ago...and went back nearly immediately because he kept falling. Between the ambulance call, getting him admitted, bringing his gear to the hospital, and checking in with his care team, we spent about 20-ish hours awake. If I hadn't woken up for my customary "biphasic sleep" cycle, I wouldn't have gotten the call from my Mom that something was really wrong.
He's just...so depleted. He's not eating or sleeping enough to sustain, so they're keeping him there to monitor his habits and try and coax him back to something approaching "normal." The thought that is if we can get him regulated enough to fix his low blood pressure, low blood sugar, dehydration, that his behavioral struggles might finally abate.
And what do I do when I have lots of idle time in a high-stress situation? ESCAPE "TO A DREAM WORLD OF MAGIC." - The Lonely Island.
Speaking of a "lonely island," this time I was "Walkin' in [Elpis]," as I continually hummed to myself every time I equipped my Sophist's Robe glam. I finally got to meet Mommy Venat and Papa Emet-Selch and your pretty Uncle Hythlodaeus who works on Broadway and can't make it to the family reunion [true story]. Your favorite Cousin Hermes is all grown up and really cute, but you're not going to say that out loud to anyone because it seems like he's got enough on his plate without you embarrassing him.
Meteion is the new baby of the family that your aunts and uncles insist you babysit because it's "good training" or some horsesh*t, but you don't mind that much because she's pretty entertaining for a little kid.
This is all to say I'm having a really good time in Elpis, in spite of the well known foreboding vibes. I am, however, feeling a little stuck. I'm at 90 with my "DragOOOoooOOn" (sung to the tune of the old Yahoo theme), but my Bard and Machinist are just...not there yet. I'd hate to continue the MSQ and dump all that EXP into the toilet, but it might take a few days to catch up on my other jobs.
None of this matters, because Venat just keeps kicking my butt like I poured Kool-Aid all over her brand-new kitchen tablecloth [true story].
This game and this blog have been an outlet. The relative anonymity and sense of kinship with the FFXIV community, although seemingly at cross purposes with each other, have been a huge help. The complexity and stigma surrounding my Dad's condition makes it hard to share with IRL support systems; to wit, I'm not sure anyone from my extended family knows. To be able to write about it here, RP in game, or just escape the situation for a few hours by watching cutscenes; it's really appreciated.
Now...*sharp intake of breath*...time to grind because I DEFINITELY spent 250K Gil making a Southern Seas shirt to live my Best Jimmy Buffett Life (RIP).
