Hello hello hello.
I felt like I should update how I am, and how things are going.
Mat's funeral was on the wednesday just gone, and I'm told it was beautiful and touching. My eulogy was read out for me, as I couldn't be there (my passport expired and I didn't have the kind of money at hand to make a sudden flight, bad combination of timing and well, timing. Nice work Mat, way to make sure I don't ever meet your family!) In the days following the discovery of Mat's passing, we created a blog called 'Letters to Mat' where we write weekly(ish) letters to him. I've drawn lots of artwork, few of which I'll probably complete. I've returned to WoW, but as Alliance. Mat and I had long discussed going back and how we were going to faction change to Alliance (because the racials had basically screwed over the horde in the coming expansion).
Becca went to Canada to visit the family who took to her lovingly and gently. Thanks to illness and timing, I'm left out here, all alone.
You know, times flies when you're alone.
In other non-depressing news, I'm starting to work on a comic/gag strip that will be updated via Tumblr, I'm hoping, called Lvl Up Noob! - I'd made references to such a comic strip that I wanted to do a couple of years back, but I've decided to go ahead and make a gag strip about my adventures in WoW. Past, present and whatever massive cockups I make in the future. I'll have some character sheets/info up soon.
OH and I got Netflix. So I'm multitasking - Netflix AND WoW together.
I also got told by someone how 'LUCKY' I was to have Ehlers-Danlos and POTS. Yes. Lucky. LUCKY. That goes right up there with anyone who tells me 'It must be great to be disabled, you can sit about and do whatever you want all day.' What? WAT?!
Urgh. Kind of like how the other day, I was hobbling along on my crutches, coming home from the doctors. I had a bag with the bottle for my 24 hr Urine test on one handle of the crutches (left) and shopping bags with food in them on the right crutch handle. Not only did several people cross the road to avoid me, but I heard from the other side of the street a mother telling her child to 'Not stare' and 'Don't end up a waste of space like that woman'.
I've got a huge barrage of tests incoming, blood, urine, tilt table, salt, balance, ecgs, 24 hr tests of all types. And I've started physiotherapy, where I was pleased to discover, in my physio's words, that I have 'Really good muscle tone'. She could tell from the way my muscles are put together that I was very sporty in my youth, she was specifically pointed about my shoulder and leg muscles, asking if I did basketball or maybe netball. Which made me laugh, cause I was a massive basketball fan and played in school teams/after school/during lunch breaks. I also played hockey, tennis, football, rugby and badminton. I loved being active.
Of course it's difficult, being on my own here, unable to go to even a funeral, unable to get out and about without agony and enduring the general ignorant public, every single day. It really is, very difficult.