So, life update:

The virus (viral gastroenteritiis) has thankfully passed out of my system. Yay for those only lasting 3 days! Was immensely uncomfortable and I spent a great deal of time in my bed or in the bathroom, but hey, I survived, so that's good, right?

We (my husband and I) are still unemployed. I"m unable to work, but also not able to get disability, but there's some good prospects coming up this week for my husband. Interviews and such. I'm really hoping one of those works out. Otherwise, in a few weeks, we'll be living on my mother in law's couch, and her house isn't big enough to support us! If we have to do that, I'll also be forced to sell my beloved tegu, because I won't be able to keep him anymore. I really don't want to have to do that.

We're currently down to our last few hundred dollars, waiting for unemployment, but we're told that it's being processed, it's being processed.

Currently, we're making money by me doing art, and by my husband donating plasma. I am unfortunately ineligible to donate plasma due to my morbid obesity and my being born outside of this country. So, we have art money and plasma money.

Our belongings will be held in storage for 3 months thankfully, so hopefully we get a place before then.

Right now, a lot of the concentration for me is on working on art and trying not to get discouraged. We have a roof over our heads, and that's the important part.

My father in law remains in the cardiac ICU at the local hospital. It's come out that the previous hospital, where he originally went for the routine surgery, made several key critical errors, such as failing to give him the proper medication for his diabetes (he's resistant to most of the current insulins, so there's literally only one insulin that works for him), as well as failing to diagnose a problem with his lungs. Right now, they're uncertain on the extent of brain damage he may have suffered, but it's become clear that there was some oxygen deprivation. They've tried to take him off the vent a few times now, but his lungs keep filling up with fluid and they keep having to put him back on it. Right now, my mother in law is just concentrating on him and being there for him, but it's definitely looking like there's going to be lawyers and malpractice suits in the future.

It's a rough time for everyone right now. I'm in a new state, alone and scared and nervous and anxious, wishing I had a friend to talk to or keep me company. I spend long hours alone in our hotel room, just working on art or playing my 3ds, just wishing that there was SOMETHING I could do.

I truly wish that I could be one of the popufurs who just snap their fingers and magickally make money. I wish I could.

But alas...I am only me, and I get what commissions I can, when I can.

But we will persevere and we will get through this.

Even if in a few weeks, I'm living on an uncomfortable couch in a house that is much too small for so many people, I will at least have family, and I have love, and I have my art.

And that's the life update.