On my condition/et cetera.

This Monday my beautiful little girl Piper will be introduced to her loving new home.

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Honestly that's a nasty picture of us both lol... but yes, I am that unappealing IRL lol.

If you're curious, she's about 4 months old and is a Border Collie/Blue Heeler/Lab mix. She's incredibly well-behaved, very affectionate, and was picked up off the streets only days before the temperature here reached 109 degrees. We've been working toward this adoption for months, and to be so close to having my little sweetheart home makes me queasy!

On my condition, honestly the doctors have all turned a blind eye. To this I suppose I can't object, as I'd rather give up and die of starvation than try another silly doctor. Still, I find it disturbing that I'm still taking medication that may make these muscle convulsions permanent. It was these doctors' own words to alert them if there were any signs, and now that I have they've given me more sedatives to calm it... besides not working, way to go, I'm going to grow up to have Parkingson's or something you assfucks.

Treatment is going shitty as usual, life is crap, I can't draw, I don't sleep, I've returned to losing weight, and overall enthusiasm is down to about 2%. Like I said, I'm pretty much done being the effort in this equation. I've put in enough hard work and pain for five lifetimes, so I'm just gonna wing it. If other people actually do their jobs, good. If they don't, I'm not fighting to stay alive.

Little Pipes is going to be a delightful addition to the family, and I expect my condition to slightly better, though given the intensity of

okay fuk this

My arms are rsfusing to let my type, so take that docs. Maybe I should let an arm fly in the direction of your UGLY FACE.

an't type anytmore so i'll talk to you all later sometime you actually care lol