Recovery
These post-op bandages combine all of my least favorite parts of wearing a binder. Difficult to put on alone! Ribcage constructed! Escaping shoulderblade flab! Constant rolling/bunching up and pinching!!
It's like they assembled a "greatest hits" list to see me off.
Drug use
Like, I COULD sleep - but then I wouldn't be conscious to enjoy how nice and not in pain I feel
Ink the eyecroraptor wants YOU to back Monster Journey and For the Love of Monsters on Kickstarter!! 48 hours to go!
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I've lost count of how many times I've broken down crying over this.
This surgery was supposed to be a good thing.
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they called me on Tuesday with different info about the date than they gave me last time, gave me a runaround of conflicting information on Wednesday, then fucked off for Thanksgiving and told me "we'll touch base with you on Monday". I don't fucking know if I'll get surgery next week. I don't know when my next chance will be if I don't. Today marks a full month since my original date.
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like I've been trying so damn hard to function like a Human Being who Goes Outside and Spends Time With People despite being in a nightmare of surgical limbo but I'm at the end of my rope, forcing myself to act Healthy is taking more energy than I can sustain. I've only gotten this far by pointedly not looking directly at the problem and running on autopilot.
Bedhead is a real challenge when you're a bird!
A commission from SkyTea I got at PAWCon!
Trauma, wildfires
Tries to go outside: air is thick, hazy, and full of bad memories.
Tries to go on Twitter: Every third post is a warning about the fires or photos comparing what was there before to what is left.
Says fuck it, switches to Tumblr: "I haven't seen anyone talking about this on here, but an enormous wildfire just"-
So hi Masto, how are you today? Interested in talking about literally anything that doesn't give me flashbacks?
Art Rodent, queer as hell, he/they
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