Fucking Asthma

A 3-post collection

Friday, Firkin Asthma

It's another Bad Air Day made worse by an anxiety attack. Fortunately for me, my Beloved helped me get some Ashwagandha before the rest of my astonishing shenanigans today.

It's after midday and I'm only now just getting down to posting the daily tale.

I'm going to at least try to summarise a chapter and tag a week before I go slobbing off to mess about for my own enjoyment.

Chapter count: Currently working on Chapter 258 of A Devil's Tale

I got the starters fed and The Bikkie done and devoured. Thanks to wobblies induced by Bad Air Day and anxiety, I got Mayhem to do the catio for me.

I wrote the daily tale and shall be publishing shortly. May I stay stable enough to get the other stuff done.

...I already want a nap...

Thursday, I Need Air!

Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season is kicking my butt. STILL. I need long rugby socks to keep my fetlocks from freezing. STILL. Miss Chaos still has a cough. STILL.

Good news, I see the doc this friday. Just in time. I have almost run out of my meds.

I also know how to show proof of my jabs. Huzzah.

So today is a day of rest. I shall work on one chamber minimum in TaleSpire and not expect very much out of myself

Sunday and Shenanigans

Tale Foundry is doing its stream as I type. I spent most of my morning alternately watching Toasty doing amazing things with lines and blobs, and writing even more Koshdelia for funzies.

Descents into madness are delicious.

I have watched three more episodes of Legend of Vox Machina but I haven't spotted where they hid Matt Mercer this time. I shall have to find him. That little task will help me maintain consciousness until 4PM, when I must sleep before D&