I've got a couple of things I want to get off of my chest. Doing it like this actually feels better than just to talk with people.

I guess I better start off with saying, sorry for another looong break in my uploading. I just felt pretty bored of drawing the same stuff again and again. And pretty much abandon my new Discord blog... I've really got nothing more than to say that I got bored and found other interests for awhile.

So I just found out this week that I have gallstones. About five months ago, you could pretty much say that I had a seizure of pain. It lasted for about 6 hours and was around the area under my chest/ribcage with pain beaming out my shoulder blades. But the doctor then said that I probably wasn't gallstones because my description of the symptoms. -.- *sigh*

But around midsummer this year I got another pain seizure. Much much worse than last time. Again, the doctors only guessed and said that it "probably wasn't gallstones."
But when I got checked out with ultrasound a couple of weeks later (this week) the doctor found multiple gallstones (the size of glass marbles) in my gallbladder.

I am not obese. I may not be a freaking stick but I am not either the size of a fat turkey for thanksgiving.

But people out there, who eat eggs and bacon for breakfast and/or maybe alot of apples everyday you may want to cut down on that.
I had some troubles eating breakfast for a time this summer so I started eating eggs and bacon, every morning... which turned out to be the worst idea I ever had. Turns out eggs and bacon are freaking gallstone-producing-monster-products. Also apples and pears too. You really learn something new everyday.

So now it feels like I have a sack of marbles under the right side of my ribcage.


Also, I'm going to Italy next week, staying for two weeks. It should be fun but of course, I always have to turn into a nervous wreck when something new and unusual is happening... it's always sounded so weird to me, that you can be homesick before you've left your home.
I couldn't stand being without pets when my died last winter so a month after her death I bought new guinea pigs. Sweet things, they're staying at my friends place and I know he's going to take real good care of them but I can't help but miss them.

I guess I may have some post traumatic stress or something since every time I left my guinea pigs behind me before has been at the vet, for putting them down.
We're going to swim in the ocean, looking at corals. Drive around the island we're staying at and there may even be some horse riding.

How do you guys feel when you're about to leave your country? Is it always only fun and exciting or is there some kinda panic in there as well?