I am coming down with something. I have a cough starting up. I take a shit ton of Vitamin C, so I decided to crawl to the pharmacy for cold meds, and pick up the essential Peanut Butter Cup (because I’ve never walked out of a store with out one).

I decided I am NOT changing out of my Jammie’s. I have long pants and a tank top and a TShirt on. They can deal. So, I slapped on a mask, got out of the car, went in and got my candy, prescription, & cold meds. Got it all done no no one even looked at me.

Of course, it wasn’t u til I got home that I noticed my Jammie’s & T-shirt were inside out.

It’s funny as hell. But it’s my local pharmacy. 🙄 😂

Meds that were sent to the pharmacy are still pending. And unknown how long they will take because they were closed all weekend. FML.

ETA: Meds have been picked up. New med that the neurologist wants to switch me to is on back order. Pain meds are on board for now.

So... Healthcare in the states is just fucked.

I've had covid in the last week or so and, obviously, had to take off from work.

I HAVE the time, so no problem. Right?

Wrong. I get paid 4 days salary instead of 5 for last week.

I called the 'care advocates' just now and I think my story caused her to have a heart attack

For real. I get to the "good part," and then all I hear on the other line are gasps and "ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhssssssssshhhh."

Then the call disconnects. So I call the main line AGAIN, and give them all my info, AGAIN, and say:

I think the last person who just talked to me moments ago has had some type of medical emergency. A heart attack or something else. The last thing they said to me was:

Whhhhhhhhhoooooooooosssssshhhhhhhhhh

You need to look up my call history and start assistance to this person!

"Sir. Just hang on the line, we're calling her... Ok sir. Sir. Sir. Hang on a moment."

long pause for LOTS OF HOLD MUSIC

YEAH this ISN'T the end of the story, just more hold music

"Sir... We ALL are contacting her right now. I don't know what you were calling about... But... I . can ... Help..."

"Nope. I just want her to be everyone's top priority. I'm going to be a bitch tomorrow."

Goodnight.

So... My sister gave me a fitbit. I like it because it is also a watch so when I go on break I can literally time it to the minute of "time to clock back in."

I was NOT expecting to learn that I've walked close to 17 miles in the last 2, yes TWO, DAYS at work.

I was not also expecting to be able to use "my heart rate is really up right now, so I'm going to go sit down for a few minutes before I fall down for a LONG time" as an excuse to go smoke.

But, hey, "the more you know...."

I reached 40,000 Reddit karma today. My heart started to beat faster, my cheeks flushed and my breath quickened. I got butterflies.

"This? This is my life??? " I asked myself.

Eff that - I'm going back to shootin' guns! I need to kickstart my heart.

So yesterday all day I had a sinus headache but I push through the day. By that time last night my sinuses were draining I was starting to cough and I could not sleep lying down.

I have chronic sinus issues, bronchitis issues, on top of my asthma. My primary care is always said contacts as soon as you start having sinus issues. I have literally gone from a mild runny nose to pneumonia to the point I was admitted to the hospital in less than 96 hours before.

Primary care is not available they get me a video call. She won't give me any antibiotics wants me to take over the counter stuff. She even comments on the flag in my medical records about how I can progress from a runny nose to pneumonia almost overnight and should be treated aggressively for any sinus or bronchial issues.

I'm coughing on the video call with her, and she says take the over the counter stuff and if you're not feeling better or if you start coughing contact us back.

She comment on the fact that she didn't want to make me antibiotic resistant but in the same breath mentioned how according to my records I haven't been prescribed antibiotics for over a year.

WTF, should I just call back now and say I'm coughing can I get my antibiotics. So because she doesn't want to prescribe a damn Z-Pak. I'm going to end up being sicker and possibly have to take actual time off because of this progresses I'm going to be out of the office for at least a week last time it happened I was out for 3 weeks.

I am mired in the melancholy of the season; not an uncommon feeling for many at this time of year.

Despite hanging holiday lights and creating a beautiful Christmas tree surrounded by carefully selected and wrapped gifts, I am sad.

Despite a fun and hectic Christmas schedule as a volunteer supporting our military, I am sad.

Despite having many festive social plans throughout the Christmas season, I am sad.

I know my Christmas melancholy is fleeting in the big scheme of things, and I’m also lucky to know what will change my melancholy to joy; soon coming I hope.

My sadness tells me to remember that even if I am sad, I am not alone; that there are others like me, some far worse - some less, that need a hand stretched toward them - a hug, a warm embrace, a friendly smile. So, during this holiday season (and beyond), if you are sad – share it; if you are happy – share it. Remember that being open and vulnerable leads to growth, and that being kind, caring and generous are loving gifts worth sharing. And in the end, these are the things which make life good.

That’s what I know for sure.

P.S. I feel better now. Thanks for listening FUckers. :)

Today we gave Jenny a bath. She hasn’t had one in years, and she’s 13. Her Anal gland keeps getting infected and she has the tumor the size of a baseball on her right side.

I really didn’t want to give her one but, she really needed one. She has a raging rash on her chest, something many greyhounds get, and a nice warm apple cider soap will help a good bit, since bag balm isn’t. Plus, to put it bluntly, she stunk. Old greyhounds tend to get a ‘smell’ which is more houndy than grey.

It took both Papa and I to get it done. But, She’s clean! It was a fucking nightmare. We thought we had our shit together. We didn’t.

She went head first into the tub. I shouted, ‘Fuck Me!’ And went in after her. I took a header. It took a good 2 minutes to get myself upside right, her upside right, and then her propped up. In the end. I propped her bum in my hips (THAT would have been a blackmail picture) papa held her front end up with a beach towel And we got to work.

She got a warm bath, which she liked all of the warm suds and I’m sure that the apple cider vinegar in the soap will help her rash. And, she got conditioned. Incidentally, my hands feel great from the apple cider vinegar soap.

And then we did have our shit together getting her out. I lifted the front with a towel that papa held and then I got the back end out with another towel.

We’re all done. She’s currently wrapped in a fleece blanket on her bed, keeping warm. We have the a/c set at 80* which sounds warm, but the Mercury is ticking at a lovely 103* in shade right now, so it’s rather cool. I don’t want to go thru all of this only to have her catch cold and get sick. She’s only got about 6 months (I think) with the tumor, and I want them to be happy.

I’m fucking knackered. I’m going to take a nap.

Fizz

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The 6th was the anniversary of me almost dying. One of itsallalittleblurry2's posts got me thinking about it, people asked so I'll tell a tale.

Dad called and said we're going shooting this weekend at our local outdoor range, so of course I'm in. Its a really nice range, shooting benches, firing line is covered the whole way down. Now usually when shooting rifles you set up on one shooting bench and put your gear or spotter on the bench next to you, there was plenty of room.

I was talking to a random guy about AKs and he told me he had one with a bad trigger. At the time I had my FFL with a small shop so I tell him work on guns and trigger work is easy to do so we go over where he has two AK-47s in a hard rifle case, one pointing north, one pointing south like you do with a double rifle case. This was at his gear bench, not the shooting bench, no mags in them and we are just talking so he reaches down with his right hand to (what I thought to grab the handle) and pulls the trigger with his thumb. Heard a dull thud and it felt like someone kicked me in the right leg.

Best I can sell I was standing at a 45 to the case. I was about 4-6 inches from the end of the barrel, 7.62X39 FMJ bullet entered about 3inches below the belt and 2 inches left of the zipper going my left to right. Yup, caught the bullet AND all the muzzle blast...good times was had by none. The standard AK-47 fires the 7.62x39mm cartridge with a muzzle velocity of 710 meters per second (2,300 ft/s). Muzzle energy is 2,010 joules (1,480 ft-lb). The bullet ricochet off the front of my pelvis (Dr said I have a dent in the front of my pelvis bone) tumbled and took out my femoral artery and nerve bundle in my right leg (Dr said I had a softball size hole in my leg) hit my femur and blew up (no exit hole). Knowing you only have about 20 minutes of life left will make you fight as hard as you can to stay awake and I stayed awake until the Dr in the trauma center put an oxygen mask on me. The doctors told my parents I had a .7% chance of living, I woke up 2 days later after about 14 hours of surgery.

Adrenalin kicked in super hard and it hurt very little at first. I was able to take a few steps and lay myself down with my leg blown apart. It didn't start to hurt until half way through the helicopter ride to the hospital. I developed compartment syndrome in my right leg during surgery so they cut the front of my right shin open on both sides to release pressure. The real pain happened AFTER surgery and the next 12 that came after it. I was on the highest dosage of IV drip Dilaudid they could give and I would still pass out from pain in the intensive care unit. The first time I was awake enough for them to show me how the meds button worked on my IV drip I pressed it 184 times in 12 hrs (they count that stuff, lol). It had a built in 4 hr delay between hits so I didn't OD but it wasn't working. I'm no wussy either, my pain level is stupid high. The skin graph (2" X 8" strip off my left leg) I later got to patch the hole from the Fasciotomy never hurt, I was told it was going to be terrible by the Doctors.

I now have a titanium rod full length of my Femur with a support rod into the leg/hip socket. I can feel a large bit of bullet fragment right under my right butt cheak (like with my hand) Foot still doesn't work great, lots of nerve pain and a pile of metal in my leg I'm still here.

X-ray link if you want to check it out

https://imgur.com/D2jleLz

I had a day. It was bad enough that it’s taken most of it to calm down.

At noon I decided to take the girls on their walks. With Sissy I have do do it early in the day because she is a Stalker not a walker and she stalks cats. Turns out, she wasn’t alone on this.

We take a large circle around or neighborhood 2x. Today we got 1/3 of the way down the fist leg and I knew I was screwed. I saw two dogs racing across the street, off leash. They were Pit bulls. They were confident, with tail up, and they were hunting. It was clear and obvious to anyone who has seen a war movie where a patrol is out. They were hunting. And that, frightened the crap out of me.

I immediately turned to go, before they saw me. One of the home owners was in his front yard and I was aiming for him. I took one look back and started running screaming “Sir” because he and his son were turning to go into the house, and ran for it. I had been seen.

He and his son stopped and I skidded right up to him and said “there are two off leash Pittie’s coming my way and they’re hunting.” He looked over and his entire body language changed. He said we’re a bigger pack, so we should be fine. I said “ok”. I thought “famous last words”. But they did lose interest and went down a cul-de-sac cuing on a person that went to drive into it. My neighbor said ”go while they’re distracted” which I did.

I made it 2 houses. The beastie boys were back. I looked to my right and thank God himself, Linda the wife of the HOA president was sitting on her front porch. I shouted, “Thank God Linda… there are 2 off leash pitties hunting and they’re following me!” And then I promptly plastered myself against her front porch brick wall and looked as frightened as I was.

Linda called her husband Ryan out and started looking. Armed with brooms. And the we’re stopping cars going by asking questions. They got SOME answers. These dogs were from a connecting neighborhood and that they frequently hunted the feral cats. Right around that time they back tracked to the back of the neighborhood and I ran for home.

By the time I got home I was bawling my eyes out. Now. I don’t come home from walks crying. I am a frequent cryer, yes, but walks are fun. I come in and I’m crying my eyes out and Sissy is on the edge of the freak zone. And, justifiable, Papas like… “what’s happening…..” at the end of which he was freaking out and angry. Not a surprise, he’s my dad and dads don’t like it when stuff like this happens to their daughters.

And, my friends/co-workers have given me a plan of attack. I’m getting pepper spray fell that shoots 15 feet. I have animal control on a quick button on my phone. I will dial 911 as it really is an emergency. Also, I have an old shovel handle on a string I used to walk with that I will carry with me in future. I know Sissy will defend, she has in the past. And her and I stand a chance if we’re working together until the police come.

I seriously don’t want to go thru this again. Apparently they escape their yard ‘fairly often’ and that the owners don’t do much to stop it. That’s nuts. Dogs in packs, Pit bulls or otherwise, are dangerous. As the HOA president is now aware and, as I am also a friend, their friend was terrorized, maybe something would be done. I don’t want to be attacked.

I’m hoping for tomorrow being better. Fizz

Night before last was a very, very bad night, mostly because I was stupid.

Sissy, our newest greyhound, is also our guard greyhound. When we go for “walkies”, I go for “walkies” & she goes for “stalkies”. We have a feral cat cat problem in our neighborhood, as we back right up to the northern Reservoir that (are supposed) keep our city ‘flood free’, and have a cross-street I ruefully call “Cat Corner”.

Our neighborhood isn’t as good as it used to be, much of the owners of the houses moved out after the big flood of 2017. They may have moved out, but they did fixed up the homes, and turned them into rental properties. There is less emotional investment in the neighborhood. We are careful at night, though that might be me being paranoid.

Our adventure begins with Sissy barking at the front door. So I go over there holding onto Sissy to open the door. Papa had said “Don’t open the door!!!” Emphatically. I should have listened.

I opened the door. And then… Sissy sees freedoms and wiggles out of my hands. I go to run after her, I trip, and slide about 1 foot on my face. I don’t remember the fall, or very little of it. However I do remember sliding on my face. It was slow ad agonizing. I had to have laid there for am minute or more. My dad, who has mobility issues himself, got to me and struggled to get me to sit up.

At this point I’m crying. Not hysterically, more like a weep. Papa is calling for Sissy. I finally got my shit together and called her, and miracle of miracles, she ran back & papa shoved her in the house. It took a few minutes to get me organized and up on my feet and in the house.

I have a huge road rash on my face. I look like short, fat, female Mikhail Gorbachev. I am definitely concussed. I have a knot on the top of my head the size of a goose egg. It’s painful. I did a field once over on the pupal and eye movement. I have no health insurance so this was as good as it gets unless I lose consciousness.

My thinking is getting better. There’s not a lot I can do except an antibiotic ointment and sucking it up. I had to go out for my prescriptions. I was treated so kindly by strangers. Everyone made eye contact and smiled and said hello. It made me emotional. There are still kind people in this city of 6.5 million.

I have attached a pic. It looks as painful as it is. I’m sucking it up. Fizz

Jenny greyhound has a problem with “Reverse Breathing”, which is basically canine compensation for post nasal drip. As she’s gotten older, her allergies have gotten worse. She’s hit the ripe old age of 13, which is no small feat. We’ve had greyhounds for 21 years and she’s the first to make it older than 11.

Every greyhound we’ve had prior to this, I have had to love them enough to let them go gently, so they wouldn’t suffer. It was the right decision every time, not a one do I regret (though one the vet couldn’t tell me my girl had likely a pulmonary embolism, probably from a prior experience of his, which meant she suffer an hour+ longer than was necessary).

One of the things that happens in Euthanasia, after the spirit of the love is gone, but only just so, is a physiological reflex of the diaphragm in conjunction with the lungs that makes it appear as though the dog is gasping for life. It’s a reflex of the pressure compensation of the diaphragm with the under pressure of the lungs balancing to atmospheric pressure. It’s absolutely natural and absolutely horrifying. Each time it’ll send your heart into your mouth and no amount of rational reasoning will your brain believe that the dog isn’t trying to come back. There’s always about 10 seconds of “I made a MISTAKE”, until the bitter reality reaches up and punches you in the throat.

Enter tonight, with Jenny Greyhound sleeping upside down and trying to gas me into tears, that a sound creeped into my consciousness. Just about the time the noise got to my brain, my brain screamed at me “CHECK JENNY!!”. I look down to see her, at first glance, to appear to be in convulsions and making a sound that was very, VERY close to that other sound.

I screeched, literally (actual definition of literally), “JENNY!!!” And launched at her. Honestly, if she were having actual convulsions, my shriek would have startled her out of it. Papa leapt out of the chair (not easy to do being 92 and having terrible hips). Sissy launched in fright and ran for the back door, Jenny launched straight up, which, in retrospect, was funny as hell because she went strait up with feet pointing up.

And then I realized that my mind tricked me. Jenny wasn’t having convulsions. She wasn’t in the throws of death. She was reverse breathing because her allergies are just terrible today. Papa was kind of put out with me. While he has always drove me and the dog to the vet, he has stayed In the car and I went in with the dog. He didn’t know that happened. I’ve never told him because, really, who wants to know that if they don’t have to.

Herself got oodles and oodles of smoochies and treats, which I considered fair payment for nearly scaring her to death thinking she was dying. She’s 13. I know death is going to be sooner rather than later, but I would prefer not to be the one to bring it because I frightened her so. It’s an alls well that ends well, but damn, my heart doesn’t need that kind of fright.

Fizz

I have been having increasing problems with synthetic food items when I ingest them. It started with good ol’ Red Food Dye. It took me almost 6 months to fire it out. I kept a food diary… and included all of the ingredients on any food item. When o went out to eat, I researched ingredients in any complex food made. I eventually figured it out when one week I ate maraschino cherries and the next I had a rash when I ingested cherry NyQuil with a bought of flu. That was a huge win.

I have been having a problem for about the lat month or 2. I thought it was a COVID rash, but I’ve been over that little gem for a month. So, then it has to be something I ingested. Back to the food diary. And, this one has been tricky, very exposure has been getting exponentially worse.

Today, however, was a good day. I started getting a rash after I ingested 1 thing… Cotton Candy flavored Faygo… which also happens to be blue. About 4 good swigs and I was already in a race for hives. So… I am now riding the wave of Benadryl.

These synthetic food dyes that are made from Petroleum… they should be outlawed. Fizz

I’m running. I’m running as hard as my asthmatic lungs and chonky legs can go. I’m in my Jammie’s, I’m drookit and it’s pouring so hard I should be building an Ark. As an added bonus, I’m in bare feet, which is good, so I cant lose them o the Ark. As I stumble I wake up… no such luck. I’m already awake.

A few seconds before…

Papa: “She got by me!”

Me: “what?!?!”

Papa: “SHE. GOT. BY. ME!”

I jump up, race for the door, screaming “FUCK. ME.”

Papa: “yep, that about it” as I race by him and out the door, into the rain, in my damned Jammie’s and no shoes.

Just as I clear the porch, I see my dog scream by the 5th house down. God dammit. I’m too old for this. Hell. I’m to fat for this.

sigh

“Sissy!” “Oi, Sissy!”

Oh good, she turned around and is racing directly at me. I keep running, though I have no idea why, it’s not like it’ll help.

“Shit!!”

It’s now become a game. She went around me and back down the sidewalk full pelt. I stopped and watched. A big silly assed grin on my face. They’re so beautiful when they run. She looks so happy, as all greyhounds do at the run. I’m always happy when my dogs are happy.

You should have seen the look on the face of the dood driving by in his truck as Sissy over took him and flew right by. She has a deliriously happy look on her escaped convict greyhound mug as she went by. He was doing about 35 MPH.

Finally, the magic words: “Sissy!!! TREAT!!!!”

Ah there she is… Got her!! I hope she doesn’t escape again until I get her name tag and phone number on her.

Fizz

It started with a twinge. It was subtle, and I missed it. I’ve been rather busy these days, with my dad being home and wobbly (but back to his same work a day).

I’ve taken up more responsibilities. He sits and uses his iPad or iPhone to read stuff and obsess over our bank account balance (wait until he sees what all his medical would have cost if he didn’t have insurance).

But then, that little twinge has decided that it’s had enough. Welcome to a rapid on set migraine.

Fuck.

I really should have seen it coming. No, not really noticing the twinge, but with the drama of the last 3 weeks. Holidays are stressful, of course. But, having a traumatic incident like my dad falling down the stairs, getting 10 hours of sleep in 72 hours, AND add on two quite active autoimmune diseases, one of which causes spinal degradation and fusion… well a migraine was coming.

So with out even realizing it, I’ve gotten a full blown case of a sledge hammer banging a railroad spike into my head above my right brow ridge. Now it’s a race that i’m not going to manage well. It’s a dicey situation. How do I get the pain gone, quickly, with put b,owing out my kidneys, or worse, puking up the 1/2 pharmacy I’ve taken to stop the banging.

Now i’m battling thru it, or trying to do so. I’m pacing. I’m cursing. I’m trying to figure out how to be able to drive my self into a tree. Or, find a tall building to leap off. My skin has gotten clammy and i’m sweating so much that I look like I’ve been in pouring rain. I’m pacing and holding the heal of my right had hard agains my right brow line, chanting my mantra “please God please God please God”

And then the bastard decided to give up, but slowly. It’s not going a way with out a fight. That’s ok, I’ve got plenty of fight. I’m 70% German, I can do stubborn all day and 2x on Sundays.

And then…. It’s gone. Oh, not completely, it’s still providing pressure, but not like it was. I can’t even describe it well… that first 5 minutes, for me, is almost Devine. It’s the only true Holy, Divine, purest form of bliss I have ever felt. It lasts about 5 minutes and then I begin where I left off. But in that 5 minutes, everything is there…. All the possibilities… all the possible joys…. All of the promise of things I can do… it’s almost… ecstasy…

I really wish I could bottle this and sell it… I’d make a fortune.

So, I went for walkies today and happened by the HOA peeps. The shit got scary after I left.

The dogs finally can down to the place where I last hid. I knew they would. But what happened next, chilled me. When I was plastered up to the wall of the HOA Prez’s house, he offered me to go into the back yard. I declined and ran for it. Turned out to be the right move.

Well, about 5 minutes later, the beastie boys came down to their house threatened the wife, who backed off. They broke into the back yard and started going after the work men in their back yard. It took 3 people with golf clubs to run them off.

911 was called 2x. The first time was right after I left but before they got to the house. Dispatch said that since no one was bit, they weren’t sending police, they were to call Animal Control. After the dogs broke into the back yard and were trying to attack people, 911 was called again. Dispatch said the same, no bite no police. Animal control WAS called. They came 3 hours later.

No one knows Precisely where the dogs live. I went looking. I figure I could hear them. On the way to look, I caught up to a man walking with is toddler-ish daughter in a battery car (she’s a very good driver). He was walking. I warned him. As I told him, I would hate to have something happened to that beautiful baby girl. He took a picture of my pepper gel.

I have the location narrowed down to 2 houses. My suspicion is that those dogs will be gone, soon. Word spreads like wild fire and Animal Control will go after the dogs aggressively. They will also go after the owners aggressively. If you haven’t seen Animal Cops Houston, watch it. It’s an experience. I don’t watch it anymore because it’s quite upsetting.

Several of y’all talked about a gun that shoots pepper balls. This is something I really want. However, they aren’t inexpensive and my current employer pays irregularly. So, I’ll have to wait, or get one as a gift. My peeps are also money tight, so I’ll just have to put it on the wish list.

So, that, my friends, is the update. I now carry Sabre Pepper Gel and an old tire checking stick, all the rage for truckers in the 1970’s. My dad corrected me. I thought it couldn’t be just a shovel handle, the wood was too good quality. Token pick of ‘stick’. Fizz the Fearless

First time kidney stone suffer here. First around was the end of May did not know what hit me.

Had pain in my back but that's nothing new. Then the nausea and swollen gonads made them self known.

The nausea is something else. Any way hit urgent care they shot me up with some anti nausea stuff in my butt cheek and a round of antibiotics in the other cheek.

Too much fun. All the pain came back with a vengeance that evening. Hot bath helped tons with that. Got a cat scan two stones present. One small and one 7mm just in the edge of having to go fishing for it.

August all the fun came back. I never seen or felt a stone pass. But something was going on. I tossed anything up that even thought of setting on my stomach all day on a Sunday. Drink two swallows of water,. It was in the toilet 5 minutes later. Another trip the urgent care repeat of the above with more strict instructions to take the flowmax.

New cat scan said the little stone was gone but the large stone had grown to 10mm by 8mm. Ugg

Urology surgeon said it has to come out the hard way and set a date for today. Long story short he couldn't get to it. So he had to install a stint to open up the tubes some and make a little more room for the camera and Lazer.

So here I set at four in the morning having to push what feels like sand burrs out my manhood every 10 minutes or so. I don't even want to talk about the constipation from the anesthesia.

I have two full bottles of hydrocodone in the cabinet. Thought about taking one but think I can get thru it.

Got to go back and do it again on the 20th.

I fell. Again. Hard. God bless my Duluth Trading jacket. Saved my skin. Not even a fray on that sucker.

I have some rib issues near my spine on the thoracic region (it hurts to breath. Big surprise) and a on hell of a bruise on my left leg and left palm. Managed to save my face, the hood on the jacket caught on my head and took the brunt.

The cause, again? Sissy. She was veering away from a huge Bull Mastiff that was across the street that actually did look aggressive , I stepped on her leg, tried to avoid her, I DID avoid her but careened over her an slid on my back. I laid there for about 10 seconds. Did a hard reset on the noggin and body.

The jackass didn’t even ask if I was ok. That’s Big City for you. Fizz

Fortunately went well clear of the house, but passing right through the area I service. Gonna have to keep my head on a swivel for the next hour or so.

Guess who in the Casa de Fuckthisshit caught COVID? If you guessed Koi_112, give yourself all the brownies because my ass has no idea how in the hell I caught it, and WHO I caught it from. At the time of writing this, DB is wide fucking awake and I am at the end of my rope.

No, A is not a help at all because according to him “it’s just a cold”. I swear to what ever God you pray to/believe in, he’s about to be strangled with his own tongue, rachet strapped to the hood of Bessie, while I play a real life game of bumper cars. He gets sick the world ends, I get sick, he bitches that I can’t do anything for him. Lemme know if you want the gofundme link for my attorney fees and/or bail. Because I am gonna need it.

On to DB. After fighting with his Pysch Dr has put him BACK on the med he took DB off six months ago (while ignoring me screaming “Bruh! It’s a fucking TRAP!) and I am picking it up after I drop DB off at school and dosing his ass tonight with it.

In WTF news and DB together, got a text yesterday am saying there was an unalived body found at DB’s school and if the kids didn’t want to come due to the PD and FD out there the kids could stay home. I hope the person that unalived themselves finds peace in the afterlife that they never found in this one.

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