Cutting back even MORE on my Second Life time.

 Went to the doctors today to address a new problem. Ankle & feet swelling. That has NEVER happened to me before. His prognosis is that the valves are getting weak in my leg arteries that take back the blood. This could easily be an indication of things to come in my heart valves, considering my family history. Everyone that did not get taken out by cancer was taken out by heart attack or stroke. We won’t go into the Alzheimer that is rampant. Can you say future heart attack? Sure you can kiddies.

Not much can be done, BUT if I get back into exercise and taking care of my body as I did before, well this can be reversed to a point. Perhaps completely.

What dose this mean for Second life? Well, I will be cutting back even more on my time there. The real body the typist inhabits trumps the perfect pixel body of my barbie doll avatar hands down.

House is to be cleared of all things that do not improve my Real Life. The few times I am on I will be ruthless with the waist of my precious SL time. I will NOT wait in a dungeon looking at the walls waiting for role play. (twice at WTF’s fort this happened, never again) I will not waist my time on cruddy role play (see worst RP page to the right). No how, no way! I will teleport out, and/or ask a captive of mine to go home at the drop of a hat.

 If I have allocated 4 hours to second life, I am sure as HELL not going to waist 1/2 an hour alone in a dungeon or cage waiting for a goob to Role Play with me. I will also not waist my time on a smuck I have captured that don’t want to/can’t Role play. I have very little time for Second life and I will NOT waist it.

3 day or permanent ban for teleporting out? I don’t give a flying urts ass.  I am an adult and can spend that precious time on things other than looking at the walls on my screen.  I am not on that much as it it.  My time is more important that a sim ban where I have no intention of going back.

Priorities.

OK I have to point out the first word.  second  life. 

I have a first, real and only life

I am not a child living at home with Mom & Dad, where the only thing I need to worry about is cleaning my room.  I have my own home that I need to care for.  I like my home.  It is beautiful.

I have a body to care for that is not made out of pixels.  I had a gall bladder attack recently.  My diaphragm was so strained that I had difficulty breathing.  This is serious shit when you can’t draw in enough breath in folks. The gall bladder needs to come out.  Now, my house needs to be set up so I can recover and not lift anything over 10 pounds for a month.  (no mommy & daddy, remember?)

On the back burner is my knee operation & a few other procedures.  One body part at a time please.

So no, I can’t spend 8 hours a day playing second life.  Yes, it can be fun BUT in large doses it is so easy to burn out.

I want and need to step back.  A couple of hours every few days if I can manage it. More if I can, less if it warrented. Second life is just that.  I am quite fond of the real friends I have made there and fully intend on keeping up with them.  I have no intention of allowing second life to eat my first life. 

Please respect that.