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skylab
Esteemed
First test of PP11 after deleting the Pref folder (actually I just copied it off the drive, just in case) produced the same results...the sim still runs, then the robe reverts to zero position at frame 30 when trying to render. So, I'll tackle this particular problem again later. Think I'll grab a nap, so I'll have some steam to continue working on Nataani this evening. See you folks later 
I'm curious Sky. How many frames do you have set up for the sim? Are you trying to render from within the Cloth Room after the sim is (supposedly) finished?
I know I always move back to the Pose Room before rendering, and I'm wondering if that would make a difference.
I know I always move back to the Pose Room before rendering, and I'm wondering if that would make a difference.
skylab
Esteemed
Come to think of it, I think I was rendering from the cloth room...it always worked before to run a test render, then I'd move the pose room and take care of any tweaks before the final render. I'll try that next time. And you asked about the frames...it's 30.
One of the family channels is running Muppet movies all evening, so I'll nap while that's on....I still think they are cute...haha.
See you all later on, in a few hours...around 9 or 10pm, something like that...I usually shoot for a four hour rest time
One of the family channels is running Muppet movies all evening, so I'll nap while that's on....I still think they are cute...haha.
See you all later on, in a few hours...around 9 or 10pm, something like that...I usually shoot for a four hour rest time
skylab
Esteemed
Well, I got the Nataani render done, and decided to create a pose set with it, Nataani - Daddy's Girl.
Posted the renders in Seliah's announcement thread
I see none of you are on tonight, so I think I'll go off and fix my late dinner. Have a good evening
Posted the renders in Seliah's announcement thread
I see none of you are on tonight, so I think I'll go off and fix my late dinner. Have a good evening
Sky,
I wanted to take a minute here to drop a note. I appreciate your frankness on the other page of the thread here, and I wanted to make sure you knew that your words were not falling on deaf ears.
This is a project that I normally would have started working on and carefully paced myself. It's a massive project; I'm literally working with about 100 years worth of photographs and documents. This is also smack in the middle of the Lent season for the Orthodox, too, so I've been out of the house a lot for reasons other than just this project. I might not be Orthodox myself, but I'm frequently with him when he goes because I do help with a lot of the community oriented stuff.
This particular project that I'm working on, I would normally have spaced the work out over about a month or two. By the time they asked me to do it, I had maybe.. at most.. a week. It has to be done by the 31st. I don't mind doing it, but I did make it clear to them that next time, they really need to give me a lot more time to work on it than this. They were told that if they ask me for something like this again to please give me about two months notice. Because I've only had the week to work on it, I've been cramming every free moment I have on it. There's just no other way it's going to get done, and it might still not be done by the 31st no matter how much we work on it.
As far as the sleep thing goes... I've had an unregulated sleep issue since I was a little kid. Even in elementary school, I would at times be awake for several days, and then crash hard, and then be awake for days again. By the time I reached high school, this had "regulated" itself into my sleeping during the day and being awake at night. I was just simply no good to anyone or anything before 2pm, no matter what I tried to do for sleep. I ended up getting into a habit at that point, of sleeping through my classes, getting the assignments from other classmates, and then just bringing my textbooks home and reading entire chapters or more and doing the assignments from there. And if the textbook wasn't enough to pull off the assignment, I'd end up in the library to look up whatever else I needed in order to complete my homework.
It infuriated my teachers no end, but I did not have a pile of missing homework assignments, the ones I turned in were usually pretty good grades, and I had a habit of passing my tests with usually 90 or better scores. So, they could grumble about it (and they did - loudly! lol), but they couldn't really DO much about it, because it clearly wasn't impacting my schoolwork.
This ultimately translated into me not being able to hold down any daytime job I ever tried to do. I would end up getting sick eventually, from trying to sleep at night. My body just did not agree with it, and did not like it. And I was still no good before 2pm, either. Every day job I ever held, I ended up either getting fired, or being let go because I was missing too much time due to being sick, or it turned into a case where I resigned and they let me go at pretty much the same time. I learned to just stick to night work.
By the time we bought our house (2008), I was still working, but only on nights. I refused to even try a day job anymore, because I knew I wouldn't be able to hold the job down for long. Shortly after we bought the house here, my Bear got fired from his job over an equipment issue (he was working for the TSA at the time), and I moved from part time to full time work as a CNA. And then not long after that, I ended up landing in a position where I was working full time hours, and providing care for an elderly man who lived on the second floor. He had been living here his entire life, minus the 15 years he spent in the military. So when we bought the house, the first thing we did was ask him if he wanted to stay. Neither of us wanted to kick him out at 70 years old. I don't care what other property owners do - I do not operate that way, and neither does my Bear.
It took me a couple of months to realize that he couldn't see the labels on his medication bottles, and he finally admitted when I asked him about it, that he couldn't read them any longer, and that he was just taking one pill from every bottle to make sure he got them all down. I set him up with two 7-day pill planners... blue for morning, and white for night time... so once a week I went upstairs to pour out his meds for the week, but he took care of it from there. This eventually turned into a round the clock homecare situation, and I basically ended up firmly entrenched into Sandwich Generation status... working full time, handling my own family, on top of what Chuck needed from us. He turned into family pretty quickly... but the homecare for him was pretty intense after a while. He asked me to come with him on doctor's visits, which I did, because he wanted a translator. He didn't speak "Medical-ese" and I did. LOL
Eventually, it got to where I was buying groceries for a household of four, even though we knew he had his foodstamps and all of that; I ended up cooking for four anyway, because at that stage he didn't have the energy to eat if he expended that energy on cooking, so he wound up more often than not just skipping meals entirely. NOT good for a Type II brittle diabetic! I knew he'd eat if we brought him a bowl of our soups/stews, or a plate from our supper... and since with my food intolerances, my cooking was already pretty much ideal for a diabetic and a heart patient, I just added a little volume to what I made, and cooked for four.
He was a frequent flyer through the local hospitals, because he was a chronic patient. CHF, COPD, liver failure, and the Type II which was basically uncontrollable. (Even the hospitals couldn't get his sugar levels into acceptable ranges.) We counted ourselves lucky if his fingersticks were less than 350, and he would actually get diaphoretic at about 150, because his body was so used to levels up around the 350-500 range. His A1C's were insanely scary.
I ended up eventually as his healthcare proxy, so... these frequent hospital trips also meant I was splitting my time between home/work and the hospital whenever he was admitted. Very often this meant I was awake for 5+ days. At one point I think I was awake for 9 days, which is supposed to be physically impossible.. but, well... I'm so used to being awake for days on end that my coworkers didn't even have a clue I had been awake so long. Not until they heard my girlfriend loudly informing me on one occasion, that after the hospital visit, I wasn't going home, she was taking me back to her house and wasn't going to let me go until I'd slept. That was the 9-day stretch...
After he walked on, things settled down again for me, more or less. I was still working nights, but I wasn't going days in a row anymore without sleeping. If there were errands we had to do, we did them between 2 and 3pm, since I knew I would be awake by 1pm or 1:30 on my own, if left alone to sleep. And then I got hurt on the job, and ended up in P/T for about 12 weeks with a back injury. I left the medical field at that point, partly because it frightened my husband a little too much; once he got an earful of the set of conditions that led up to the injury, he was convinced that I would end up re-injuring it repeatedly, and the doc made it pretty clear that if I re-injured it once or twice more, I could end up paralyzed. So I left the medical field, and ended up out of the workforce entirely. Since my Bear at this point was earning more by himself than we used to earn combined, it was financially manageable for me to stay home. Combined with how much our daughter settled down with me at home... we just rolled with it. Being awake for days on end reduced even further at this point.
I still get times where my brain doesn't shut off (unmedicated ADHD, and PTSD), and I still get times where my body just simply refuse to sleep for about three days, and then I will crash hard, before going back into my usual routine of 6 hours sleep during the day and up by 1pm. At the moment, my sleep routine is off because of this project that I'm pushing to get done, and I frankly don't have much time to do it in. But usually, I don't let myself stay up for days on end anymore.
Anyway. All this to say... I do completely understand what you're saying. I've got enough injuries and other stuff going on from over the years, that I was already getting more strict about whether or not I was going to sleep/stay awake, and I don't usually skip sleeping if I have any ability to go to sleep. Sometimes it's just not feasible; sometimes there simply isn't enough hours in the day for me to be able to sleep. Other times I might catch short dog naps, about 30 or 45 mins a few times throughout a day. But usually I do sleep; it just happens to be during the morning/early afternoon hours is all.
Growing up, it was as much a survival tactic (I had to be awake in order to be aware of my surroundings) as it was an already existing unregulated sleep pattern. Through late adolescence and early adulthood, it happened because of balancing work and family stuff. At this point, my daughter is being home schooled, and since she shares the same natural inclination to being nocturnal, it means we both sleep during the day and are up at night, so I don't have to miss sleep in order to teach her. That helps immensely.
The downside is my Bear pretty much has the bed to himself on most nights, as I just can't go off from my nocturnal schedule much or I will get sick. But for the most part, I usually do make sure I've slept at least 4 hours. I don't require a LOT of sleep; 6 hours is what I will do naturally, if left to my own devices, but I usually get about 4 hours before I start waking up.
Anyway! Sorry for the lengthy post. I normally don't get into stuff like this online... but I didn't want to leave you worrying or wondering whether or not what you said "sank in."
I wanted to take a minute here to drop a note. I appreciate your frankness on the other page of the thread here, and I wanted to make sure you knew that your words were not falling on deaf ears.
This is a project that I normally would have started working on and carefully paced myself. It's a massive project; I'm literally working with about 100 years worth of photographs and documents. This is also smack in the middle of the Lent season for the Orthodox, too, so I've been out of the house a lot for reasons other than just this project. I might not be Orthodox myself, but I'm frequently with him when he goes because I do help with a lot of the community oriented stuff.
This particular project that I'm working on, I would normally have spaced the work out over about a month or two. By the time they asked me to do it, I had maybe.. at most.. a week. It has to be done by the 31st. I don't mind doing it, but I did make it clear to them that next time, they really need to give me a lot more time to work on it than this. They were told that if they ask me for something like this again to please give me about two months notice. Because I've only had the week to work on it, I've been cramming every free moment I have on it. There's just no other way it's going to get done, and it might still not be done by the 31st no matter how much we work on it.
As far as the sleep thing goes... I've had an unregulated sleep issue since I was a little kid. Even in elementary school, I would at times be awake for several days, and then crash hard, and then be awake for days again. By the time I reached high school, this had "regulated" itself into my sleeping during the day and being awake at night. I was just simply no good to anyone or anything before 2pm, no matter what I tried to do for sleep. I ended up getting into a habit at that point, of sleeping through my classes, getting the assignments from other classmates, and then just bringing my textbooks home and reading entire chapters or more and doing the assignments from there. And if the textbook wasn't enough to pull off the assignment, I'd end up in the library to look up whatever else I needed in order to complete my homework.
It infuriated my teachers no end, but I did not have a pile of missing homework assignments, the ones I turned in were usually pretty good grades, and I had a habit of passing my tests with usually 90 or better scores. So, they could grumble about it (and they did - loudly! lol), but they couldn't really DO much about it, because it clearly wasn't impacting my schoolwork.
This ultimately translated into me not being able to hold down any daytime job I ever tried to do. I would end up getting sick eventually, from trying to sleep at night. My body just did not agree with it, and did not like it. And I was still no good before 2pm, either. Every day job I ever held, I ended up either getting fired, or being let go because I was missing too much time due to being sick, or it turned into a case where I resigned and they let me go at pretty much the same time. I learned to just stick to night work.
By the time we bought our house (2008), I was still working, but only on nights. I refused to even try a day job anymore, because I knew I wouldn't be able to hold the job down for long. Shortly after we bought the house here, my Bear got fired from his job over an equipment issue (he was working for the TSA at the time), and I moved from part time to full time work as a CNA. And then not long after that, I ended up landing in a position where I was working full time hours, and providing care for an elderly man who lived on the second floor. He had been living here his entire life, minus the 15 years he spent in the military. So when we bought the house, the first thing we did was ask him if he wanted to stay. Neither of us wanted to kick him out at 70 years old. I don't care what other property owners do - I do not operate that way, and neither does my Bear.
It took me a couple of months to realize that he couldn't see the labels on his medication bottles, and he finally admitted when I asked him about it, that he couldn't read them any longer, and that he was just taking one pill from every bottle to make sure he got them all down. I set him up with two 7-day pill planners... blue for morning, and white for night time... so once a week I went upstairs to pour out his meds for the week, but he took care of it from there. This eventually turned into a round the clock homecare situation, and I basically ended up firmly entrenched into Sandwich Generation status... working full time, handling my own family, on top of what Chuck needed from us. He turned into family pretty quickly... but the homecare for him was pretty intense after a while. He asked me to come with him on doctor's visits, which I did, because he wanted a translator. He didn't speak "Medical-ese" and I did. LOL
Eventually, it got to where I was buying groceries for a household of four, even though we knew he had his foodstamps and all of that; I ended up cooking for four anyway, because at that stage he didn't have the energy to eat if he expended that energy on cooking, so he wound up more often than not just skipping meals entirely. NOT good for a Type II brittle diabetic! I knew he'd eat if we brought him a bowl of our soups/stews, or a plate from our supper... and since with my food intolerances, my cooking was already pretty much ideal for a diabetic and a heart patient, I just added a little volume to what I made, and cooked for four.
He was a frequent flyer through the local hospitals, because he was a chronic patient. CHF, COPD, liver failure, and the Type II which was basically uncontrollable. (Even the hospitals couldn't get his sugar levels into acceptable ranges.) We counted ourselves lucky if his fingersticks were less than 350, and he would actually get diaphoretic at about 150, because his body was so used to levels up around the 350-500 range. His A1C's were insanely scary.
I ended up eventually as his healthcare proxy, so... these frequent hospital trips also meant I was splitting my time between home/work and the hospital whenever he was admitted. Very often this meant I was awake for 5+ days. At one point I think I was awake for 9 days, which is supposed to be physically impossible.. but, well... I'm so used to being awake for days on end that my coworkers didn't even have a clue I had been awake so long. Not until they heard my girlfriend loudly informing me on one occasion, that after the hospital visit, I wasn't going home, she was taking me back to her house and wasn't going to let me go until I'd slept. That was the 9-day stretch...
After he walked on, things settled down again for me, more or less. I was still working nights, but I wasn't going days in a row anymore without sleeping. If there were errands we had to do, we did them between 2 and 3pm, since I knew I would be awake by 1pm or 1:30 on my own, if left alone to sleep. And then I got hurt on the job, and ended up in P/T for about 12 weeks with a back injury. I left the medical field at that point, partly because it frightened my husband a little too much; once he got an earful of the set of conditions that led up to the injury, he was convinced that I would end up re-injuring it repeatedly, and the doc made it pretty clear that if I re-injured it once or twice more, I could end up paralyzed. So I left the medical field, and ended up out of the workforce entirely. Since my Bear at this point was earning more by himself than we used to earn combined, it was financially manageable for me to stay home. Combined with how much our daughter settled down with me at home... we just rolled with it. Being awake for days on end reduced even further at this point.
I still get times where my brain doesn't shut off (unmedicated ADHD, and PTSD), and I still get times where my body just simply refuse to sleep for about three days, and then I will crash hard, before going back into my usual routine of 6 hours sleep during the day and up by 1pm. At the moment, my sleep routine is off because of this project that I'm pushing to get done, and I frankly don't have much time to do it in. But usually, I don't let myself stay up for days on end anymore.
Anyway. All this to say... I do completely understand what you're saying. I've got enough injuries and other stuff going on from over the years, that I was already getting more strict about whether or not I was going to sleep/stay awake, and I don't usually skip sleeping if I have any ability to go to sleep. Sometimes it's just not feasible; sometimes there simply isn't enough hours in the day for me to be able to sleep. Other times I might catch short dog naps, about 30 or 45 mins a few times throughout a day. But usually I do sleep; it just happens to be during the morning/early afternoon hours is all.
Growing up, it was as much a survival tactic (I had to be awake in order to be aware of my surroundings) as it was an already existing unregulated sleep pattern. Through late adolescence and early adulthood, it happened because of balancing work and family stuff. At this point, my daughter is being home schooled, and since she shares the same natural inclination to being nocturnal, it means we both sleep during the day and are up at night, so I don't have to miss sleep in order to teach her. That helps immensely.
The downside is my Bear pretty much has the bed to himself on most nights, as I just can't go off from my nocturnal schedule much or I will get sick. But for the most part, I usually do make sure I've slept at least 4 hours. I don't require a LOT of sleep; 6 hours is what I will do naturally, if left to my own devices, but I usually get about 4 hours before I start waking up.
Anyway! Sorry for the lengthy post. I normally don't get into stuff like this online... but I didn't want to leave you worrying or wondering whether or not what you said "sank in."
skylab
Esteemed
Thank you so much for your frankness. I had already figured out that you rarely slept, mostly because my sleep schedule is at times hit and miss too, for a lot of reasons. And I knew you got slammed with a project with an unrealistic time frame to accomplish it...that one I can spot a mile away, from having those type of expectations on me. I can remember one time arriving at Sunday morning service, walking through the door with guitar in hand, ready to set up for morning service, and the song leader hit me with needing to type of song he'd written that he wanted to include in the morning service...problem was, it had 13 verses (he was a novice writer...you don't hit a congregation with something like that...haha), and it all needed to be specially formatted for the projection program we were using at the time...so it wasn't just a "type the text and go" type of thing. In other words, he wanted an hour's job in about five minutes, and of course I was to be set up and in place when the service started because he leaned heavily upon me to carry the guitar work. I can remember wanting to just bang my head on the sound equipment desk at the time...I was halfway through it when the pastor noticed me as I quietly sweated bullets in the sound booth...and he came over and stopped it, when he found out what had been done to me. So a lot of what was happening was folks being kinda, how do you say it...thoughtless...and taking things for granted...it was like I had a magnet in my butt when it came to people like that...haha. And nobody wants to start a fracas in church...haha....although sometimes I'd think to myself that was what some of those young guys needed. I had one who would break the strings on the church Ovation, then he'd hold it up to me and say, this needs stringing. It got so I'd just smile at him and keep walking, since I'd bring my own instrument, supplied my own strings, changed them regularly, polished the instrument, and didn't abuse it. He was like a spoiled child who wanted somebody to not only pay for all the strings he was breaking, but do the work of stringing it. I had another one who'd habitually come in late, had not come to rehearsal so he didn't always do a very good job of playing, didn't have time to properly do a sound check, so he'd wait five seconds before we were to begin, pull out my sound cord, hold the end up to his face, drop it to the floor, smile at me and say "I need somewhere to plug it"....then after the service the pastor would be like "why were you not coming through the sound system today, things sounded wrong"...and I'd have to say "you wouldn't believe it if I were to tell you"....haha. After years of this type of little mess that you'd expect from adolescent boys, I was getting rather hardened to it. It all came to a head when another young wanna be got it in his head that I could build and maintain a church website, complete with credit card cart (which I kept saying, no way, ain't gonna happen, maintaining the security alone is a full time job)...but he kept nagging about it until it got to the total irritation point...and it pushed me until I thought, ya know fracas or no, I'm going to introduce this spoiled child to the real world. He made the mistake of walking up to me during our meeting of the counseling staff, thinking he'd perhaps arm twist with other leadership watching...and said "she knows I'm on her about getting the website done"....now I've already shared that I'm 4'11"...and he was well over 6 feet. I straightened up under his nose in a drill sgt stance, and in a firm voice said..."I am confident that you are not now, or ever will be, on me...about anything"....haha....he retreated, well under 6 inches, and I never heard from him again about that project that, as it turned out, HE had been asked to do. So all this long story to say, I know all too well the stuff folks will pull in church, especially in the creative arts. I just learned a little late how to deal with them. I had always been soft spoken in demeanor, all my life, and I had to toughen up a little. I took it seriously, the scriptures that admonished about thinking more highly of oneself than you should, about serving the body, and the lengthy Cor 13 definition of what love is, and what it isn't...and I'd think to myself, apparently we're not reading the same book, they're operating by a different set of instructions. I look back on it all, and I'm thankful for the many wonderful people I did get a chance to work with, but I also learned a few things about what people with impure motives will try to pull....it attracts people who have been disappointed with how life turned out for them, and they try to use the service as an outlet for things they needed to forgive and put behind them...they'd see the altar not as a place of service, but as the performance stage they always wanted, but were never good enough to play professionally, or disciplined enough to handle the work or commitment...stuff like that. They weren't bad people, just wounded people who were unwilling to change, or get some help.
So, all this to say, don't feel guilty when you feel the need to set boundaries. That's one of the challenges of folks with a history of abuse...natural boundaries get trampled underfoot early in life, then it becomes a lifelong process of getting it restored. And, like the day I stood up to the guy who barged into the counseling staff meeting...everyone who witnessed it was ready to jump up and cheer when I did it. I don't know about you, but I found all of that very confusing at first....it was like, well, do we just handle things like a brawling free for all, and totally ignore the scriptures. I came to the conclusion that it was the life path tailored especially for me, and each encounter was designed to "build up a highway" as it's put in the Old Testament, repairing and healing what had been torn down early in life. But that recovery can take some surprising turns, to the point that it doesn't even "feel right"...because it's so radically different from how we've lived in the past, or learned to just tolerate...abuse, or disrespect, can actually feel "normal" and "right"...and that's when we have a challenge on our hands, distinguishing the difference. When it's dressed in a suit, in a religious environment, or even a work environment, it's hard to recognize when it creeps up from behind...haha. One lady on our team had a high paying, high responsibility position with a very large company...I won't say the name because it would be known...she had a position of leadership, an appointed supervisor over a team of men....but she said during their staff meetings, she had to raise her hand in order to speak...haha. She had a one tough road to recovery too...and imagine finding that out after you have reached the "top".
I''d better divide this post into two parts...I can tell this one is getting long...haha
So, all this to say, don't feel guilty when you feel the need to set boundaries. That's one of the challenges of folks with a history of abuse...natural boundaries get trampled underfoot early in life, then it becomes a lifelong process of getting it restored. And, like the day I stood up to the guy who barged into the counseling staff meeting...everyone who witnessed it was ready to jump up and cheer when I did it. I don't know about you, but I found all of that very confusing at first....it was like, well, do we just handle things like a brawling free for all, and totally ignore the scriptures. I came to the conclusion that it was the life path tailored especially for me, and each encounter was designed to "build up a highway" as it's put in the Old Testament, repairing and healing what had been torn down early in life. But that recovery can take some surprising turns, to the point that it doesn't even "feel right"...because it's so radically different from how we've lived in the past, or learned to just tolerate...abuse, or disrespect, can actually feel "normal" and "right"...and that's when we have a challenge on our hands, distinguishing the difference. When it's dressed in a suit, in a religious environment, or even a work environment, it's hard to recognize when it creeps up from behind...haha. One lady on our team had a high paying, high responsibility position with a very large company...I won't say the name because it would be known...she had a position of leadership, an appointed supervisor over a team of men....but she said during their staff meetings, she had to raise her hand in order to speak...haha. She had a one tough road to recovery too...and imagine finding that out after you have reached the "top".
I''d better divide this post into two parts...I can tell this one is getting long...haha
skylab
Esteemed
As for the sleep stuff....wow...sounds like you have a very unique situation with that. When you had mentioned being up 36 hours, I was shocked...I didn't think anybody could really do that and still function...but sounds like that was not unusual for you. I have read where sleep deprivation has been linked to health issues, especially for women, but again....it's like the case of the diabetic man you mentioned where "normal" sugar readings were actually for him abnormal. I have somewhat the same challenge....I can maintain sugar between 90 and 100...I just don't feel good when I do that. If it approaches 80, my hands shake, I'm jittery, and there's no way I can sleep. If it drops lower than 70 while I'm sleeping, I have to be careful of dizziness, and must eat as soon as possible. The actual "comfort zone" for me seems to be 150, which is generally considered too high. That's why there's fluctuations in eyesight...there's a "sweet spot" with that when everything is clear, but when it drops below, or rises above that sweet spot, it leaves me doing pose work squinting with one eye....haha. Now you know why I loved Poser Pro 11 so much, when I found out I could crank up the font size...no matter what happens, I can see it. I've got a fairly high powered magnifying glass that I use when things get ridiculously blurred. All that to say, you are right....I think doctors have perhaps taken the blood sugar thing to a needless extreme....and there's no "one size fits all". When the Emergency Room discovered my 800 sugar reading, I didn't feel bad, and I hadn't eaten...I just felt a little tired, and had gone around to the tech station to get them to take my blood pressure, just in case. They decided to check me over, and the sugar was so high, their machine wouldn't register it....and they said we're sorry, but you are a medical emergency, and we have to take you to the ER now...and I was protesting "but i don't even feel bad, what are you doing"...haha. I had not been diagnosed a diabetic before, so I didn't check blood sugar. One thing I've learned since though....stress, or getting upset will raise my sugar readings faster than a high carb meal. My biggest battle is blood pressure, and I think that has exacerbated all of my health issues, and the side effects of BP meds are devastatingly damaging...so much so that the cure is almost as bad as the disease.
It helps that you have medical experience...that you speak medical-ese...haha. As long as the sleep deprivation, mingled with deadlines and stress, don't produce BP issues, you may actually be okay with what you're doing. I've had moderately high blood pressure since I was in my 30's...so over the years, it sorta gained more ground until it dominated the course of my health. Like the other problems that "creep up on us", stress and lack of rest opened the door to a BP issue that gained ground an inch at a time so-to-speak. If I had it all to do over again, I would have refused to get on medication 10 years ago, and insist on having a chance to control it by other means...but my doctor forced the issue since I was having such an issue with shortness of breath. It was a quick fix...but over the long haul, the side effects created other problems. If someone had told me at the time that it would buy me 10 years of tolerable health before it would actually make things worse, I would have refused it....I believe it's called 20/20 hindsight. When I was younger, I just viewed slightly high BP as so what...not a big deal...again, because I didn't feel bad. I always went by how I felt. So, just be aware if "how you feel" doesn't reflect what is actually happening.
It helps that you have medical experience...that you speak medical-ese...haha. As long as the sleep deprivation, mingled with deadlines and stress, don't produce BP issues, you may actually be okay with what you're doing. I've had moderately high blood pressure since I was in my 30's...so over the years, it sorta gained more ground until it dominated the course of my health. Like the other problems that "creep up on us", stress and lack of rest opened the door to a BP issue that gained ground an inch at a time so-to-speak. If I had it all to do over again, I would have refused to get on medication 10 years ago, and insist on having a chance to control it by other means...but my doctor forced the issue since I was having such an issue with shortness of breath. It was a quick fix...but over the long haul, the side effects created other problems. If someone had told me at the time that it would buy me 10 years of tolerable health before it would actually make things worse, I would have refused it....I believe it's called 20/20 hindsight. When I was younger, I just viewed slightly high BP as so what...not a big deal...again, because I didn't feel bad. I always went by how I felt. So, just be aware if "how you feel" doesn't reflect what is actually happening.
No, no! You're not butting in.
Not at all.There's a few different free modeling programs :
Anim8or
Metasequoia
Wings 3D
VoidWorld
Wings3D is very basic - good for hard surface modeling, much harder to do soft-body or organic modeling with.
Anim8or is a very old modeler, might or might not still work on a 64-bit operating system.
Metasequoia is supposed to be somewhere between Wings and Blender as far as capabilities, but I've never used it myself, so couldn't tell you for sure.
VoidWorld I've also never used myself, but it's out there...