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The state of the Eric
Mar. 21st, 2023 04:12 pmIt’s been a rough year so far.
It started well. Lizzie had her surgery, but was recovering quickly. My health was holding up. I thought I might get through a winter without have to take Prednisone.
Such wishful thinking.
I started getting this sound in my ears like the pressure was constantly changing. My hearing was really sketchy. I went to the doctor and there were bubbles building in back of the ear drum. Solution … prednisone.
Some people it makes aggressive, angry, not me. I am awake. I was getting about 2 hours of sleep a night for the week I was on it. And no sleep deprivation. But wow it gets boring around 4 in the morning on a Tuesday when you are locked in the house. It was cold out, and I stay in during the really cold days.
I got over that, Lizzie was doing better and better. Great, we’re doing great.
Covid round one, both of us. It made us tired. We slept extra for a week, then we were over it. So nice, the vaccine works, we didn’t suffer much.
Then I fell on the ice. It wasn’t the fall really that was the problem, it was getting back up. There was nothing for me to brace myself on. We ended up calling 911. Yeah, firemen came to help me off the ground. That should give a good idea of how bad of shape I am in. I’m working on that, down about 15 lbs so far.
So we both were doing better, the little weight loss was having a big effect.
Covid round two.
A different strain, this time we were both sick, really sick. We ended up taking most of a week off, curling up on our respective couches covered in cats.
Slowly we got over that, it took several weeks.
A couple of weeks later, I’m sitting at my desk at home, and the room starts to spin. I can’t stand up, I can barely sit down. Lizzie gets me out to the van, and we head off to the ER. In the meantime, I start getting a tingling along my upper arms and chest. That was the scary part.
5 hours and a lot of money later, it was an inner ear problem. Maybe tied into the Covid, maybe the ear problems I had awhile ago.
This last weekend, we went to visit Lizzie’s family … talk about your real disaster. Seriously, it was wonderful, they’re wonderful. It got us on the road for a few days.
The weather is warming up. My legs are bothering me (edema affects the skin) so I itch a lot, but once again, we are doing better. Now we have to keep it that way.
We have two shows this year, one in May, one in October. We’re trying to get the two albums we have finished writing re-written. I’m trying to get the side project Shifting City going. I think we have the presence of mind to do that now. We want to play more, we desperately want to, but we can't afford more cons and our usual places outside of cons are still not doing much.
By the way, hi! I’m going to try to write here more often. FB makes me angry, it is designed so people don’t communicate. The guy who came up with the Like button thinks it is one of the worst things to happen to the internet, and I agree. I can’t take putting my life out there, and all the vast majority of people do is push one of the emojis. I’m still posting FilkCast, Cheshire Moon, and Shifting City stuff there, I’m still looking at some of my favorite groups and pages, but my main page is dead.
It started well. Lizzie had her surgery, but was recovering quickly. My health was holding up. I thought I might get through a winter without have to take Prednisone.
Such wishful thinking.
I started getting this sound in my ears like the pressure was constantly changing. My hearing was really sketchy. I went to the doctor and there were bubbles building in back of the ear drum. Solution … prednisone.
Some people it makes aggressive, angry, not me. I am awake. I was getting about 2 hours of sleep a night for the week I was on it. And no sleep deprivation. But wow it gets boring around 4 in the morning on a Tuesday when you are locked in the house. It was cold out, and I stay in during the really cold days.
I got over that, Lizzie was doing better and better. Great, we’re doing great.
Covid round one, both of us. It made us tired. We slept extra for a week, then we were over it. So nice, the vaccine works, we didn’t suffer much.
Then I fell on the ice. It wasn’t the fall really that was the problem, it was getting back up. There was nothing for me to brace myself on. We ended up calling 911. Yeah, firemen came to help me off the ground. That should give a good idea of how bad of shape I am in. I’m working on that, down about 15 lbs so far.
So we both were doing better, the little weight loss was having a big effect.
Covid round two.
A different strain, this time we were both sick, really sick. We ended up taking most of a week off, curling up on our respective couches covered in cats.
Slowly we got over that, it took several weeks.
A couple of weeks later, I’m sitting at my desk at home, and the room starts to spin. I can’t stand up, I can barely sit down. Lizzie gets me out to the van, and we head off to the ER. In the meantime, I start getting a tingling along my upper arms and chest. That was the scary part.
5 hours and a lot of money later, it was an inner ear problem. Maybe tied into the Covid, maybe the ear problems I had awhile ago.
This last weekend, we went to visit Lizzie’s family … talk about your real disaster. Seriously, it was wonderful, they’re wonderful. It got us on the road for a few days.
The weather is warming up. My legs are bothering me (edema affects the skin) so I itch a lot, but once again, we are doing better. Now we have to keep it that way.
We have two shows this year, one in May, one in October. We’re trying to get the two albums we have finished writing re-written. I’m trying to get the side project Shifting City going. I think we have the presence of mind to do that now. We want to play more, we desperately want to, but we can't afford more cons and our usual places outside of cons are still not doing much.
By the way, hi! I’m going to try to write here more often. FB makes me angry, it is designed so people don’t communicate. The guy who came up with the Like button thinks it is one of the worst things to happen to the internet, and I agree. I can’t take putting my life out there, and all the vast majority of people do is push one of the emojis. I’m still posting FilkCast, Cheshire Moon, and Shifting City stuff there, I’m still looking at some of my favorite groups and pages, but my main page is dead.
