WOW SO, has it only been three days or has it been three years? A whole hell of a lot has happened since the 24th.

I'm sitting here debating whether or not I should go into detail about any of it because chances are-- no one gives a hoot and I'll just be throwing a text wall out there for my own amusement and whatnot.

OKAY DECISION MADE I'M SLAPPING IT IN HERE.


I'll just do a bunch of bulletin things so my attention span can get all of the points mentioned.

-Holiday/Christmas celebration stuff

-Cousins visiting from Spain for the week

-Stood outside the mall one night with an older woman who was waiting on her husband to pick her up. She said he told her to stand on the corner and there were no awnings, so I held my umbrella over her for the entire hour and we talked about Savannah and lifestuff and her daughter who apparently was a fourth stage cancer survivor.
After she left, my friend who was waiting in the car for me pointed out that I was wearing my totoro hat, so whole scene reminded her of this. What made it even more perfect was how she was short, tiny, and had short brown/gray hair. Which made her look like the grownup Satsuki.

-Got my first car. I actually own a car now, it's still blowing my mind and doesn't feel real at all.

-Also not ashamed to admit that I considered naming my car Korrasami. THE SHIP IS STRONG.

-Also, Korrasami. Because I'm about lose my mind from pure, unadulterated excitement.

-And also crushing depression from the fact that the show has ended.

-Calhoun's health was rapidly declining, even with the medicine. She'd stopped eating and drinking. On the 25th it had gotten so bad that she was hunched over in the middle of her 'quarantine cage' gasping and her eyes bulging. I honestly had resolved to the idea that when we took her to the vet the next day, all they were going to tell us was that I should opt to have her euthanized.
But miraculously, I desperately decided that I needed to do something- so I forced her to take some water with the tuberculin syringe I usually use for just her med doses. And within minutes, her eyes were back to normal. She was still gasping though- so I made an estimated glucose and sodium water mix, and tried to feed her that with the syringe.
Shit worked like some kind of wizard magic, because it's been a day and a half, and she's breathing through her nose. She's stronger, curious again, and climbs her cage bars/runs on her wheel. She's also eating again, and looks better in general.
She still has three days left on the Baytril/Doxycycline doses, and I'm going to take her back to Dr. Walker for a final checkup- but point is, things are looking a lot better for her and I can finally breathe easy again knowing she isn't suffering constantly.

-Daenerys, my white mouse, keeps trying to visit Calhoun by attempting to climb onto the bedside table from the bed. She is getting too good at this.

-I had some obligations for Christmas art for my friend who lost her father, and the family who is going to likely be losing their father/husband to clear cell sarcoma cancer any day now. And that cut into other art time D8

-MOVING?! So looks like this moving thing might be really happening, and happening really soon. January is the 'real estate' month for us where we'll be all going down to Savannah to look at houses/apartments/town homes.

-School sucks, 'nuff said.

-For some reason this time of year is making me have more bad dreams than normal. Always about the same subject, and sometimes it sucks because the dream was bad and I wake up angry- but other times it sucks because the dream was nice and I wake up to reality. Either way, it sucks. And I'm sick of hearing their voice and seeing their face in my dreams. Gives me all sorts of feelings I don't want to cycle through.

-And lastly, balancing stuff. I CANNOT TELL YOU how much I want to be doing certain things. Like continuing to read Jurassic Park, or livin' the dream in Savannah, or drawing personal art, but I also want to get these comms done at a reasonable time and done well- so I gotta keep my priorities in check.
JUST KINDA SUCKS WHEN I HAVE ALL THESE IDEAS THAT KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT.
But that's what my handy dandy notebook is for. (E-even though I've practically filled up six or seven pages in the back with personal art ideas already akdjfsdjfsdf)



OKAY GUYS, BACK TO WERK.

EDITSTUFF:

OH HEY GUYS, I didn't realize how mopey this can come across. I just wanna hop back on here and let you all know that I'm doing great! Every day has it's ups and downs- hell- sometimes minute to minute you can have ups and downs. But I consider myself really lucky. And even though these last several days have been kind of hectic- I am really blessed.
Lucky to have you guys' support and kindness, lucky to have a place to live, lucky to have a car of my own, lucky that my pets are doing better each day, lucky that I don't have cancer or any other serious illness and lucky that none of my wonderful family members have anything terminal either.
Allover, I'm just hella lucky.
In fact, I relate to this song more than anything right now. (Also Esmerelda is my non-princess Disney idol, dude. She is some kind of amazing woman. When I was little, I used to wear this outfit that was nothing but Esmerelda themed stuff. Even had a scrunchie to pull off that complete 90's look.) And I hope all of you are having/had a great holiday time and that your days are going swell!

Art, Seven ©