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a week ago
IN NOMINE SALVATORIS DOMINI
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On the first of October I was wheeled into the operating theatre - fully conscious, because apparently I’m the sort of idiot who thinks watching someone slice into his own wrist is entertaining. They pumped the entire right arm full of local anesthetics until it resembled a frozen turkey, then wrapped the hand and wrist in enough bandage to mummify a Pharaoh. Seventeen days, they said. Seventeen! For two and a half weeks I was reduced to feeding the fish with my fingers and eating soup with a spoon gripped like a toddler. Couldn’t draw, couldn’t type properly, couldn’t even scratch my nose without looking like I was signaling for help! Showering and keeping the bandages dry? Ha! I engineered a masterpiece: one bin-liner, one rubber band, and the sort of ingenuity that wins wars. Silver 1, hygiene 0.
A week later the phone rings. “Good news, Mr. Silver, the lump we hacked out was just a cyst. Nothing sinister.” Nothing sinister? I wasn’t worried, you Knucklehead! I’d been bending my wrist backwards for years and it felt like someone parked a golf ball in there each time. The only surprise was that it took me this long to evict the little bastard.
Meanwhile, I’d grown rather fond of my bandage. One minute I’m shadow-boxing like Rocky, the next I’m Mega-Man, and for a brief, glorious moment it was the Infinity Gauntlet ... until I remembered I couldn’t snap my fingers because the damn thing was wrapped tighter than a banker’s wallet. Thanos would’ve been furious.
Seventeenth of October arrives. Off comes the bandage - farewell, old friend - and who cares? I’m already plotting my return to Helldivers 2. The surgeon pokes the wound, nods approvingly, and declares it’s “healing nicely”. Stitches stay in - apparently my body will dissolve them like some sort of biological acid trip. The cyst, you see, was a balloon on a stalk. They didn’t just pop it - oh no - they dug up the garden, yanked the tendons aside with what I imagine were garden forks, stitched the crater shut, and left me with a wrist that feels like it’s been through a combine harvester.
So there we are. One cyst lighter, one ego heavier, and a scar that’ll make for a cracking bar story. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got bugs to liberate and a trigger finger that’s finally free.
Funny story aside, I'm doing well. I was depressed for over a week, but I'm finally getting over that hump. Major depression will be like that.
After the bandage removal, I still couldn't do much—the wrist was very tender—but I could type, draw, and use a mouse again. I didn't want to strain myself, though, so I took it upon myself to learn AI art and, later, how to animate it, all within ComfyUI. It's all experimental, mind you! I know AI art isn't "real" art; the AI is just using other artists' data to compile something together. But you'll hear no argument from me that it's excellent for references and such.
As for the animation part, I'm excited to use it on my own artworks, to be honest—that's what I was learning to get to. I'm not sure how many of my fellow artists feel about this, but I like the idea of breathing life into my works with more tools than Adobe After Effects or Spine. But meh… yeah, it's what kept me busy while I heal up.
We'll see where this goes. I'm drawing again, so stay tuned.
On the first of October I was wheeled into the operating theatre - fully conscious, because apparently I’m the sort of idiot who thinks watching someone slice into his own wrist is entertaining. They pumped the entire right arm full of local anesthetics until it resembled a frozen turkey, then wrapped the hand and wrist in enough bandage to mummify a Pharaoh. Seventeen days, they said. Seventeen! For two and a half weeks I was reduced to feeding the fish with my fingers and eating soup with a spoon gripped like a toddler. Couldn’t draw, couldn’t type properly, couldn’t even scratch my nose without looking like I was signaling for help! Showering and keeping the bandages dry? Ha! I engineered a masterpiece: one bin-liner, one rubber band, and the sort of ingenuity that wins wars. Silver 1, hygiene 0.
A week later the phone rings. “Good news, Mr. Silver, the lump we hacked out was just a cyst. Nothing sinister.” Nothing sinister? I wasn’t worried, you Knucklehead! I’d been bending my wrist backwards for years and it felt like someone parked a golf ball in there each time. The only surprise was that it took me this long to evict the little bastard.
Meanwhile, I’d grown rather fond of my bandage. One minute I’m shadow-boxing like Rocky, the next I’m Mega-Man, and for a brief, glorious moment it was the Infinity Gauntlet ... until I remembered I couldn’t snap my fingers because the damn thing was wrapped tighter than a banker’s wallet. Thanos would’ve been furious.
Seventeenth of October arrives. Off comes the bandage - farewell, old friend - and who cares? I’m already plotting my return to Helldivers 2. The surgeon pokes the wound, nods approvingly, and declares it’s “healing nicely”. Stitches stay in - apparently my body will dissolve them like some sort of biological acid trip. The cyst, you see, was a balloon on a stalk. They didn’t just pop it - oh no - they dug up the garden, yanked the tendons aside with what I imagine were garden forks, stitched the crater shut, and left me with a wrist that feels like it’s been through a combine harvester.
So there we are. One cyst lighter, one ego heavier, and a scar that’ll make for a cracking bar story. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got bugs to liberate and a trigger finger that’s finally free.
Funny story aside, I'm doing well. I was depressed for over a week, but I'm finally getting over that hump. Major depression will be like that.
After the bandage removal, I still couldn't do much—the wrist was very tender—but I could type, draw, and use a mouse again. I didn't want to strain myself, though, so I took it upon myself to learn AI art and, later, how to animate it, all within ComfyUI. It's all experimental, mind you! I know AI art isn't "real" art; the AI is just using other artists' data to compile something together. But you'll hear no argument from me that it's excellent for references and such.
As for the animation part, I'm excited to use it on my own artworks, to be honest—that's what I was learning to get to. I'm not sure how many of my fellow artists feel about this, but I like the idea of breathing life into my works with more tools than Adobe After Effects or Spine. But meh… yeah, it's what kept me busy while I heal up.
We'll see where this goes. I'm drawing again, so stay tuned.
Sunfire
~sunfire
Sounds like you're healing up nicely! I hope you're back to 100% soon!
