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Posted for Jezzy on Medieval Mayhem.

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Drugs are bad, mmkay?

I'm not always keen on trying or doing new things, but if I'm going to do something I go all out.

For instance, I don't like taking drugs. In this category I include normal, over-the-counter medications. However, I'm certainly not going to take something if I don't think it will do it's job.

I get really bad headaches. They can be so bad that when I let them go untreated for too long I ended up spending a hellish evening in the ER. Now, I take something for it before I get to the point where nothing short of an IV will help. I really don't want that to happen again....mostly because I fucking hated having an IV in my arm.

I'm also sick right now. But I will only take medication if something gets to the point of being unbearable. When my throat was so sore that I couldn't talk I went to the grocery store and got the cold medicine with the highest dose of Acetaminophen. I'm not sure why every other medicine had the same amount except this one, but I had been taking headache medicine for a cold, so I figured I needed something else. I'm also really big on only taking medicine for the specific symptoms I have. At first, when it was only the sore throat I didn't need medicine that also included drugs for congestion, sneezing, etc.

A large part of my reasoning behind not taking various forms of drugs to begin with is that it does not tend to easily affect me. I'm not sure why, but as far as I have noticed my body doesn't respond normally to chemicals. Also, at least in the case of taking medicine, I tend to ignore or overlook things until they get so bad that I'm unable to ignore them. Once I get to that point I'm usually beyond the help of 250mg.

Exploding children

among the many reason i love my boyfriend:

(after a random convo).....
Roger: it's ok, their kids will be dumb and have stds
Me: lmao, true. our kids will pwn minds.
Roger: no shit. they'll also have more arrogance than humanly containable
Me: lmao, omg they will explode!

Random Update

Displaced pets all have new homes. This is very good. Plus, I have some time to get used to them being gone. I don't know if I would have been ok with so much change all at once when we moved.

Also, my cat has learned how to drink from Bunny's water bottle....
And, in the 45 minutes that I spent in the living room today, I breathed in so much cigarette smoke that I've been coughing for the past 3 hours. Yes, I'm sick, but I wasn't coughing before that. And I have that terrible feeling you get in your throat from cigarette smoke...it lingers.

In other news, my sickness has morphed. I went from having a run-of-the-mill cold to something miserable. My symptoms has dwindled down to congestion and a swollen throat the other day. Now, I'm a little less congested, still not talking normally, but I'm also extremely nauseated. I haven't eaten food that has stayed in my body in 3 days now. :( I didn't eat all day today out, but then I felt a little more stable after work, so I decided to eat a sandwich. Not such a great idea. Now I'm right back where I was. *sigh* Roger told me not to die or he'd be really mad. I asked at whom and he said me, lol, for rage quitting Life. Believe me, I'm not capable of any rage at the moment (which is very unbecoming "How fine you look when dressed in rage.").

Also, it's officially cold. I disapprove of this. I have had to actually turn the air conditioner completely off. Lame.

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Ok, I'll go in order.

The Good:
Although nothing is official it appears I have found homes for all my displaced pets. Someone I know from highschool, who is moving to Florida, may be buying Chives from me. I'm going to be meeting them tomorrow and getting everything taken care of. Hopefully everything goes smoothly and she loves him as much as I have. He's not the simplest animal to take care of and it's hard to love him when you don't understand him. I'll email her a few links to websites with info on caring from him and give her everything she needs to get started.
Regina wants to take the gecko/frog/toad tank combination off my hands. I'm very pleased with that because I can always check up on them with her and know how they're doing. Plus she knows she can always call me if she has any questions. Is it bad that I feel like I need to give people lessons in order to take care of my animals? lol

*sigh* On to worse news.

Tha Bad:
Dahlia is impacted....she has been for awhile. She was given an enima - nothing. She went to the vet last Saturday. The vet put her on laculose (a laxative) and I have been giving her that everyday, along with some mineral oil and pedialite to assure she stays hydrated. She has been such a sweatheart taking her medicine from me. So many people think she is scary, but I've had a harder time with much more friendly, cuddly animals. The bad part is that she still hasn't passed the impaction, which is believed to be a sizable chunk of mulch from her substrate. The vet said that we may have to consider surgery if she doesn't pass it soon. :( There is a surgeon in Medina that is supposed to be giving me a call on Tuesday (soonest he'll be in the office). Not only am I scared that my lizard may have to undergo surgery, I'm scared of how expensive it might be. I'm trying not to think about that, b/c I'll do whatever I can to help her..... I don't know if I could handle it right now if something worse happened to her. Which brings me on to....

The Ugly:
This is the thing I've been avoiding. I wanted to wait to talk about it, because I didn't want to cry. I've teared up a little, but I'm doing ok for the moment. Last Friday night I came home to find my female bunny, Buttons, dead. She had layed down in the closest earlier in the day and I have even remarked at how cute she looked.... I think she knew she was dying and had gone to a place where she could be in relative privacy in the room. She had been facing with her head into the closet and it had looked a little like she was trying to hide. My brother and sister were actually the ones who discovered she was dead. I was glad for that, only in so much that I didn't have to deal with it on my own. I was very firmly rooted in the "denial" stage for most of the night and I don't know if I would have been able to properly determine what should be done. Deborah helped too, well, she actually did most of the helping, as far as finding something to put her in and such. I'm glad they were there and I'm glad that Roger was able to talk to me and help keep me together while I was freaking out. I'm also extremely grateful to Buttons and the way that she went about dying. I know that sounds weird, but....she did it gracefully. She layed down, she stayed somewhere where we could find her, but that she still had her privacy. Normally, if the bunnies would want to hide they would go under the bed. She certainly had that option available to her, but she decided against it. I can only imagine how much worse it would have been if she had died under the bed. I would have had to search for her and eventually move the bed in under to recover her body..... I guess that was just her way of trying to make it easier on me.

Ok, enough of that... I did the crying thing again.

:(

Apparently this past week planned itself out to be the most depressing fucking week ever.

I really don't care to elaborate right now. Nor do I foresee myself wanting to talk about it aloud with anyone other than Roger in the near future. I'm glad I have him. Other than that; things are terrible.