anxiety, satire, cat health (- but probably trivially minor), my health (--- but definitely imaginary)
This is a damn near perfect metaphor for my anxiety disorder. (Example: We found a tiny bald patch on Artie. It's probably a flea bite. She is a street kitty. This is not dire nor astonishing. But I can't stop fretting over it for NO REASON. Also my heart palpitated ONCE this morning and I AM DEFINITELY DYING YOU GUYS, MY HINDBRAIN ASSURES ME IT IS TRUE, GOODBYE.)
anxiety, satire, cat health (- but probably trivially minor), my health (--- but definitely imaginary)
@zebratron2084
Likely a flea bite... maybe a small scrap... and NO, YOU ARE NOT DYING anymore than the usual degradation patterns.