More on Adventure Era

I’ll admit to playing this little IOS game too much. So much so that I think I can offer some tips to other players.

  • Plan your login/play times so that you match your expected gapto the work effort of tasks. For example there is no point using an extra worker in a task to get it completed faster if you won’t login till after the longer of the two times. Especially important for research and major upgrades which can take 8-24 hours. Click a long task before bed, and sleep happy.
  • You will need to reshuffle where your units are placed to fit in the new ones when land gets tight. I can see why the game does this (to drive in-game purchases) but so far it can be played without spending real money.
  • Stockpile your gold as a priority, because everything costs gold in the end. I made the mistake of having plenty of resources, and then struggling to pay to open up a new area of land. The next area of land I want is a steep purchase at 200,000 gold, but thankfully I’ve been focusing on gold as well as other resources so I can afford it. Plan to always have around double the gold of your next land purchase, because it seems relative to the cost of each research task  and the cumulative cost of upgrades.
  • Once you open the Trader, check it often. It is a great way to buy resources cheaply. The Trader becomes active a few moments after you login, and seems to be in sync with the gold leprechaun about half the time.
  • Research costs a hell of a lot too, so click through the next items you can see but not research yet, so you have an idea of what is coming.
  • The Pet serves no purpose. I read somewhere that it opens a new area of land at level 12, but mine hasn’t. Meh, disappointing. Perhaps it only opens when your level matched the pet?

Happy clicking.

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Free game time delayed; scared fit

I had all intent to start the free 7 days of wow, and play this past week. Typical for my gaming lifestyle there was a hitch to starting on time and this time the reason is a doozie.

The house was going to be quiet and evenings clear of work distractions. I had cleared my work schedule a bit, and the kids were to be in bed early.

However I didn’t content with getting seriously sick, in fact a heart attack.

While going to bed late last Saturday I suddenly felt the tell tale numb left arm and hand, chest pain, dizziness, sweats, sore jaw, etc. A few minutes later we called the ambulance and it was straight to the hospital, all lights and sirens…no waiting. Paramedics confirmed the reduced heart function as we zoomed to the emergency department. A few scary hours later the incredible doctors had sussed that the heart attack wasn’t normal, especially given my youngish age; and they scheduled me for an angiogram (a camera on a long wire which is fed up inside your heart) a day later. Crap eh.
In the interim I sat in the hospital having a nerve wracking wait to find out if I was in real trouble, how much, and thanking my dumb luck to live near a good hospital.

Thankfully the angiogram confirmed it wasn’t a typical heart attack. Instead of the cause being blocked arteries and poor diet which is darn serious and totally life shattering, what I have is an infection in the heart and surrounding tissue; called myocarditis.

So now I’m home and recovering strength gradually. It’s been a week since the event and my strength isn’t back to normal, but it’s close; nor has my fear of exertion. Knowing that the anti inflammatory drugs are in my system should give confidence, although I can still hear the words of warning from the cardiac doctor very clearly – “take it very slowly. Or next time it’s likely worse.”

I’m told my recovery for this type of heart attack is far faster than normal heart attack, but it’s still two weeks off work and medication for three months. Little pain really compared to what it could have been. The minutes before the ambulance arrived and the experience of being wired twelve different ways to an ECG machine was harrowing. Tubes everywhere.

So I’m writing as a way to reinforce a promise I made to myself during the few days where I didn’t know what the diagnosis was – to improve my health and diet. Considerably. Permanently. From that day forward I’m going to reduce weight (I’m built like a typical nerd, round in the middle), eat better, and avoid junk. Where I choose to indulge it will be moderate. Controlled.

I don’t want to be one of the folk in the bed next to mine on Saturday in the Alfred Hospital. Triple bypasses, life long medications, painful processes, and scary procedures.

Saying it online gets it out into the world; where friends and family will see and understand. If I start to stray a little I hope folks will help reign me in a bit too.
Not that I think I’ll forget what a heart attack was like any time soon. Hopefully back to normal and continue to get fit next week.

Happy living, TyphoonAndrew.