If I was a dog I’d be dead by now – Page 4

Sometimes the only way out is through.

So, I got more medical bad news and it’s not the end of the world but it means lots more invasive tests and very soon I will write about it when I can find the humor in it (and there is humor in it) but today I just feel a little low and the bestContinue reading “Sometimes the only way out is through.”

I blame the rickets.

I’m on day 7 of this mandatory low-carb, low-sugar diet-for-not-dying and everyone told me that I’d have the I-want-to-stab-everyone-carb-detox-flu for a few days, but then after that I’d have lots of energy and the cravings would lessen and they are right because now I have enough energy to loudly whine about how much I miss egg rolls rather thanContinue reading “I blame the rickets.”

I’m dying but probably the same amount as normal really.

Remember how last week I was in the hospital for stomach bullshit and the week before that I was looking at TMS (electroshock therapy lite?) because my head was all fucked up? Well, I decided that before doing TMS I’d check to see if there were any other issues that could be causing this depression/sickness/bodyContinue reading “I’m dying but probably the same amount as normal really.”

Can you sue your own body? Because I have a good fucking case.

So. I’ve been a bit MIA because after my emergency room crisis I was a limp rag and unable to do much more than just breathe this week. Even sitting up to draw was too taxing (WTF, BODY?) so I spent the last few days reading, sleeping and crying to Victor about how sad my lifeContinue reading “Can you sue your own body? Because I have a good fucking case.”

I’m too high to write this but I’m going to anyway.

So yesterday I thought it would be fun to leave free books around town and then post pictures of them so people could find them, and I finished one drop… …and then 40 minutes later I was here: Long story short, an alien was chewing its way out of my stomach and I started faintingContinue reading “I’m too high to write this but I’m going to anyway.”

Let’s just hope spiders don’t read the newspaper.

So…yeah. In incredibly repetitive news, I’ve been sick. And I’m getting better but so. fucking. slowly. The pneumonia is now just bronchitis and exhaustion but being sick for over a week kicked in my natural inclination for depression because my body is an asshole. Today I made myself eat lunch and told Victor that when thingsContinue reading “Let’s just hope spiders don’t read the newspaper.”