RSI Update

It’s been a little longer than the 6 weeks of physical therapy I’d assumed would help straighten out the injury I’ve done to myself. Turns out, if you make your nerves and tendons really angry, it can take a long time to heal. I have a diagnosis, and it’s more than just lateral epicondylitis (tennis elbow)—I’ve managed to enrage my ulnar nerve. Ulnar nerves, when enraged, have been known throw tantrums: preventing basic motions like brushing one’s own hair, or screaming when chopping veggies, and other such things.

There is good news: I have seen some improvement. Though I haven’t been able to draw at all during this time, I’ve recently worked back up to typing a little, but only from certain positions, and only for a limited amount of time. I can write a little bit, but no more than a few words at a time (I can label things again! Hooray!). I still can’t crochet. But I’m back to brushing my hair.

I haven’t abandoned this comic or this world—that seems unthinkable to me, but it may still be a while before I can draw more of it. The narrative(s) keep coming, however. I haven’t stopped scripting or taking notes (voice to text is an amazing thing, and I’ve been contributing a little bit to Mozilla’s Common Voice project; I do recommend checking it out!), and smaller, quieter narrative moments have been suggesting themselves as independent stories.

Since I don’t know when I’ll be able to “art” at this again, and because the ideas keep leaking from my brain’s ceiling, I’ve been thinking about writing some short fiction set within this world, exploring other lives on the Rafts and in mainland Novana. I’ll be posting them here in their own section, and on my Patreon.

Without the ability to crochet or draw or really do more than lay groundwork for this project, I’ve wanted to gnaw my arms off. But it’s not all doom and gloom, frustrating as it may be. If I continue to improve, and learn ways to use my body correctly, I can still tell this story. And that’s what matters most to me.