Yeeah, I know, two journals so close to each other v_v I'm sorry about that

If you were with me last year, you probably knew that I was pretty sick at some points, but recovering. Weeell, I had a bit of a relapse for a while, to the point where there wasn't anything I could eat without getting terribly sick. At least that's over, I'm back on medication, I can eat and drink just about everything again, though I still have fits every now and then.

The big thing though, is that a couple weeks my mom and I took a trip down to Maryland together to visit some family. I thought I'd be able to work while I was there, but Mom ended up sick, and we were out a lot, so that didn't happen, just some personal work bits. It let me know that my illness is just about ENTIRELY stress related though, since I hardly had a single problem while we were away from home.

When we got back though, there was a surprise, and not the fun kind. I had a diabetic cat I could no longer afford the insulin for, so we were keeping her food on a schedule to keep her blood sugar down, so I could either scrape together the money for insulin or just keep her around for a little longer. But my brother and dad didn't keep her on her food schedule while we were gone, and even though it was just a week, she declined...incredibly fast. I'll spare the details, but just getting her back on schedule, and even back on insulin, it probably would've been weeks before she could recover, if at all.

So the day after I got back from vacation, I had to schedule an appointment to have her put down. That really goes on my top ten of worst welcomes. It was fast, and easy, so no worries there. I've just been a mess since then, especially since I got her ashes back a couple days ago. We always joked that my Sarah was stubborn enough to live to 20, but I'm just glad for the 16 I got to spend with her. This, along with some other problems, have been keeping me away. As far as I can tell though, I'm back, and trying to throw myself fully back into everything.