Update from two weeks ago:
"I ATEN´T DEAD!" said Granny Weatherwax as she borrowed into animals - referring to Terry Pratchett´s amazing discworld series.
And I am not dead. I have just returned home from being in the hospital for over a week, having intestinal surgery. I did not want to leave any warning about this beforehand, as it has been a very personal matter, but the fact is that I have been struggling with intestinal issues my entire life, and for the last 13 years, I have been officially diagnosed with an inflammatory bowel disease. I have been continuously unresponsive towards any kind of medication and reached a quite critical point of consideration - what to do now? Thus there was surgery. And to keep it short, I am now back, but things will be slow. Hospital was living hell and they can take all their silly pills and bugger off.
It´s now been 3 weeks since my surgery, and things seem to be ok. I´m also no longer in a drug induced haze, I can draw again and work a little bit. Of course my body feels like it´s been severely punched and beaten, but I´ve been told that it´s going to take quite some time before that passes. So far so good. I feel great to finally have come clean with this.