Join me for tea.

I worry I sound a little too bleak previously.
Things actually aren't going too poorly, despite all of the... everything. Micro, macro... In any case, I felt significantly better today. Out of bed. Showered, hair washed. My stubble grew so out of control I barely recognized myself, I really don't look good when I have a beard hahaha. Still, feeling a little more human now. It's nice.
Probably no major writing projects for the rest of the year, unless something new pops up in the coming days and tempts me. Half of me hopes not; there are some casual projects I could probably stand to peck away at for a little leisure time. And... illustrations that really need my attention... Aaaa... I should learn the art of actually completing things one of these days... At the very least, I was able to submit designs for manufacturing samples before The Illness knocked me out of commission, so my mental roadmap is still well on schedule. Rare indeed.

First round of treatment went well. If my body adjusts well over the next few weeks, hopefully I can start getting some answers.
Initially, I was nervous that I would have a reaction similar to the incident at the cardiologist. I have no discomforts surrounding the idea of death, but it is still an uncomfortable experience to feel as if you're on the brink of it during a procedure that should have been relatively mundane. I didn't have anyone to accompany me this time either, so I would have to just wait it out on my own. I kind of wanted someone to sit with me for once, but it's probably better I do these things by myself so that no one worries or has to take time out of their busy days. I know that just because I am often idle, it doesn't mean everyone else is the same. I think it would be a little selfish of me.
The room didn't let in much light; all the blinds were closed and on the opposite wall from me. I drove the three hours home during the night, and now it's storming outside. It'll be awhile before I see the sun again.