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Well after a whole month without, they have put me back on oral antibiotics for another 2 week stint. Not really happy about this as theres a whole can of worms about the overuse of antibiotics and the rest of it but when I called the Out of Hours service, I was in a bad way, luckily I had already managed to administer my "supportive" treatments and was holding steady but the doctor basically said that my whole chest sounded wheezy and rattly. Basically my lungs are gooped up to hell so I have been very worn out and tired for the last few days, Not fun.

I have however managed to finish a sewing project so I will post the picture of that soon.

I'm now pretty much settled in my new home, it has taken a while and there is a rather odd sense that I will wake up back in that mouldy, damp old flat and still have my peaceful days permeated with obnoxious dance music and a cretin that had to pick on a disabled woman to make himself feel like a big man (pathetic really). I found out that I wasn't the first person he had bullied or treated badly nor do I think that I will be the last. I am just the one who stood up to him and didn't back down, even when I was getting threats to endanger my life.

I guess all that is in the past now.

My new home is so lovely. Its a bungalow, with wide doors, wheelchair access and adaptations. I have a wetroom and shower, grab bars and even a drop-bar to help me get on and off the loo (which when your legs don't work properly is actually a very difficult thing to do). My lungs are still grumpy about everything so I haven't changed much there. But hey, who knows, maybe this summer I may get some better luck, so long as I beat off this chest infection. Again.

As you can see, work has been trickling in over the last year but I have been a bit preoccupied with stuff lately (noisy neighbour making life miserable, death of a pet as a result of that jerk, asthma and pseudo making stuff harder) but there is stuff I have been doing and I have been working hard on projects (that Koi, I drew that in an afternoon while I was waiting for the call from the doctors, nasty chest infections really get to me at the moment).

I have 2 new pigs settling in. Yugi and Kaiba are my latest additions to the family. They're doing well and Bumble is happily acting as a surrogate brother to them. It is endearing because when Tigs died, Bumbs was so depressed.

So yeah. I'm still alive!

So today has been a bit of a "Mass uploads" day and decided to end the Hiatus that I didn't realise I had even gone on until recently. I had so many pieces just sat here on my computer and I kept saying "I'll upload it later" for a while. My bad habit of procrastinating strikes again really. OK so there are medical Seph pics, kind of a reference to how I feel right now (except he's more inclined to go and get treated whereas I try and do it all myself because I hate the hospital. Last time I was there, the consultant told a load of lies about me and to be frank, I didn't feel safe there) and I guess he probably hasn't been feeling too great himself.

One good thing has been the introduction of proper, professional carers again. I had them before but when they had some kind of funding cut, they were withdrawn from most people, except the really old or practically dying. My needs have changed and like it or not, I have to accept the fact that I am kind of at that stage where things aren't going to get better and eventually I am going to need a transplant, which means that I will be waiting for someone to die so that I can live.

I did take some time out from May, when I got my diagnosis and was told that I was essentially dying and would have 5-7 years before becoming desperately ill. I know it sounds incredibly selfish but I did need time to get my head around things, not to mention concerns for someone close to me and their health. It all happened in the space of a week and the group were all knocked back by it. I can't say for sure how my friend feels but he has done his best to make sure that I am having the best possible chance and he has taught me not to be afraid of confronting doctors (because let's face it, some of them can be assholes). I guess I felt bad because he received his diagnosis after mine and I was still reeling and couldn't help.

Since being on oxygen my life has improved a lot. I am able to do more and spend less time bedbound (even though today was a kind of bad day for me) and hopefully I can upload more and more stuff so you know I am still active and still making art for you all.

Take care friends!

Basically I have been making 3D images for threads on Tumblr, the stories of which have involved poor old Seph to be incarcerated in Midgar General as an inpatient. Obviously he doesn't seem keen on it and will probably plan an escape before long (who could blame him really). So yeah, enjoy the comics. Let me know what you think too!