Fucking Asthma

A 2-post collection

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 with the rest of my content.

I need at least a day before I deal with other stuff. In fact, I got so mad about Dumb Antitrans Laws that I spent most of my Shrink sesh talking about that instead of my self-blame horseshit.

So I will eventually write that out in a thing for my Shrink to see. Not today. Today is for recovering from all the other horseshit I've been dealing with this week.

In fun news, I woke up from dreaming about helping Weird Al pack merch(?!) and I was giving him rhyming trios about the process [no muss, no fuss, and not much rust]. Just before I woke, Weird Al almost started one and then said he didn't want to steal my bit.

I wanted to say nobody really wanted it, but my alarm went off.

I'm sure that's indicative of something but that's to figure out later.

Today is a day of relative rest. Tomorrow is when I'm back into the shit of it once more. Huzzah!

I'm having a concern about how long it takes for the nebuliser dose to kick in... BUT enough of that. Storytime!

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&

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