Got scammed trying to get a ticket to pit lane walk in Hungary for my first F1 Grand Prixā¦ why do people do this???????
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Got scammed trying to get a ticket to pit lane walk in Hungary for my first F1 Grand Prixā¦ why do people do this???????
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Ugh, everythingās not going right lately. My step father accidentally chucks out a few of my old Jazwares Sonic figures whilst weāre having a spring clean (At least I found photos of Figaro in the process.), Lunastar has hurt her tail in an accident and now I have a stinker of a cold and the fever is bothersome š„µ Wake up with worse symptoms and caked in sweat.
Can a girl's "most relatable fictional characters" stay alive and not die a brutal death or is it too much to ask for?
Fml I cancelled my dropout because I thought game changer was over for a while and im broke asf lately and how was i supposed to know they were going to saw trap sam reich!?
One day I am gonna grow wings (top surgery scars)
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It's my blog and I'll whinge if I want to - that being said, it's below a cut because it is TMI.
I'm so fucking tired of my uterus trying to fuck with me. Aside from the fact that whenever my period is late, it causes a cascade of mental health issues (bc I want a baby, but neither my body or my husband's swimmers are willing to commit here), this month it decided that in addition to being late, it was going to wait to floor me until the precise morning I was due to travel to London bc my kiddo had an appointment for another round of dental surgery. Husband is ill, and doing a great job of being the worst fucking patient in history, which left me to do the trip solo with kiddo.
Kiddo is a fucking trooper btw and went through 90 minutes of light sedation - happy air, which according to them did fuck all - while two very pleasant ladies were working on the problem teeth. Hopefully only another couple of visits and the issues will be done with!
Me? I'm dying. My body seems to have decided that internal barbed wire is the order for the day, I have four layers on and nearly bled through all of them (including the period panties and pad I'd put on just in case) and by the time we got home, I was about ready to beg for the Grim Reaper to just take me. I shut myself in the kitchen and screamed into the oven glove just so I didn't go out into the street and strangle some poor unsuspecting soul or yell at anyone who didn't actually deserve it. My hot water bottle has sprung a leak, my new sneakers are too tight for my wide ass fucking feet, and it feels like someone has taken a running kick at my poor vagina so I'm forced to sitting on the side of my thigh in any chair because putting weight on my kitty right now is a HELL no-no.
And before anyone says it, yes I know I should contact my GP, but I haven't been in the mood to deal with the gatekeeping receptionist or to get through her only for the doctor or PA to tell me "it's normal" and throw more pain pills at me with the lame suggestion to "take a bath".
So hereās this weekās turd sandwich:
Our current vet is stonewalling us on oral ringworm meds for all the pets, even though treating the whole household is the only way to keep our seven animals from passing it around like jugglers at the circus. So next week Iām taking Monday off and weāre driving four hours one way to see our old vet, who will help us.
I have a new ringworm spot on my arm.
Baby dog has started going randomly ballistic at her big sister, leading to her accidentally biting us while going after her. It happened last night and my partner got a bit of a mark, and it happened again tonight and we each got a tooth puncture, theirs worse than mine. If this keeps up, weāre going to have to rehome baby dog, which would just break my goddamn heartābut we canāt just let her hurt her sister, or any of the cats.
This really sucks so much fucking ass, Iām not even fully processing it yet. Jesus christ.
There is a non-zero chance that the cat that likes to stick his tongue in my mouth to show affection has ringworm on his face.
Weāre leaving for our relaxing ācelebrate the end of ringwormpocalypseā vacation tomorrow.