Since last summer, my productivity level has faltered substantially. I've had some good bursts of creativity and energy for drawing now and again, but it's been hard to keep up.
Eventually I just sort of fell into his cycle of waiting on every doctor's appointment and medication adjustment to see if it would help. We agreed in the end an exploratory laparotomy might clear up a lot of possible causes and perhaps fix some problems. I really held onto that, no matter how many doctors insisted that I really shouldn't expect to be "cured" by such an operation.

They were correct, for the most part.
Excess tissue was found and peeled away, scar tissue was observed forming around my right ovary. But there wasn't much of anything to "fix".

So here I am, left with what I have. There's no quick fix, there's no clear fix.
I just have to accept my current level of performance (at the drawing board) and move forward. Though I am working on something very important that needs to get done firstly before all else, I think it's time... To go back to furcadia. Roleplay is a certain kind of therapy in it of itself. I've always found being able to focus on someone else beside myself, my own real-world issues, to be liberating. Characters with dramatic or nutty life goals, forced to have to navigate the social maze of their continuity has always felt refreshing after a day of drawing.

So basically I'm publicly announcing my intent of becoming more involved in furcadia role play and the furry art community.