Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

When I have too much going on...

When my mind is parsed out over so many tasks and thoughts.

I lose my ability to articulate. I have to force myself to talk and sometimes it doesn't come out the way I had hoped.

God dammit, brain. Why can't you keep it together?

Don't give me that look! You're the one who can't stop licking your nasty butt!

Holy Fuck. Nutritional yeast in place of the flavor packet is the best decision I've ever made as far as crushed instant noodles go.

Unfortunately, it looks like Koko is still sick. May be too much physical activity, but she needs more rest...

I considered coloring this after experimenting with filling spaces with black and carving it away like a scratch board. But it looks amazing in black and white with a tinge of green for a bit of a sin city vibe.

Little Koko was actually pretty chill up there. Definitely drew a lot of attention to her cuteness. xD

Fuck... I've fallen back into a pack every weekend. Time to buy some lobelia and nip this at the bud.

She is currently out of the vet and in my care. Her content little smile is coming back! It's just a matter of looking after her for the next day or two to make sure she gets plenty of rest.

Update! Nope. It's not a blockage. They gave her food and she snapped it right up. Could have been something she got into that messed with her stomach. I've made double sure sue doesn't get into anything in my van. But it wouldn't hurt to clean up just to be on the safe side.

The doctor called and said there's something that could be stuck in her stomach... Won't know for sure until we give her food and it comes back up. I'm hoping for the best...

Update. Koko's tests for parasites came back negative. It appears that she might have garbage gut. I still have yet to hear back on an x-ray.

@mawr I'm getting ready to take her to a primary vet. After all that's transpired though? Wouldn't mind some good company...

Nope. Can't wait. She's shaking, she's burning up, and she's getting progressively worse. She's going to a hospital.

FFFFUCK! Koko jumped on my bed and squirted liquefied shit all over me! That's it. Tomorrow, she's going to the vet. God Dammit!

Today was the first time I ever carried a dog like a shepherd carries a lamb. Koko's been feeling pretty raw on both her paws and her honches so keeping her off the ground was crucial for getting around.

Koko's not feeling well today. A bad case of the runs...

I'm keeping a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't get any worse. If anything it's just too many training treats from yesterday and she'll feel better tomorrow.

If it does get any worse, I can still afford to take her to a vet. Thankfully.

This mainly stems from how those who have abused me were either plastic shamans or tried to come off as armchair therapists who exploited me by claiming to know me more than I know myself.

Given my naive nature/alcoholism at these times, I found myself in horrible situations where I was either brainwashed or drugged. Certain personalities still trigger episodes where I'm unable to distinguish whether or not someone is actually trying to help me...

Good god... I can't stop crying.