Edit: Well these past couple days I've been having pains while going to the bathroom. (If you don't like pee, don't read any further) Pains that until yesterday were just mild. I also had blood in my urine, which I didn't know if it was blood because it was pink, not totally red.

My boyfriend convinced me to go to the ER last night. (I didn't want to go because I have NO insurance, NO job, NO money and NO family here. Now I'm not sure why this is, but I had to pay absolutely nothing for all of this. Thank God for small miracles.) Now, my boyfriends dad needed the car for church practice (he's in their band) which left me a few options: 1. be a dick and make him take me to the ER, 2. wait until he was done and cut his fun short by making him take me to the ER, or 3. the mother suggested walking since it's only a few blocks down. You guessed it. Fat Lisa is walking to the ER. So the first block was hell because of all the grease clogging my arteries, but then I started doing okay. About 3/4ths of the way there, I doubled over in pain and could not walk any further. Every step I took, every breath was crippling to my abdomen. Josh called his mom and she drove us the last block and a half.

So we got there at 8PM and I told the lady that my pain was a 12 on a scale of 1-10 and she slapped a wristband on me and got me into a room with a bed so I could lay back. They took a urine sample, came back and said it was not a urinary tract infection like we thought it was, but there was definitely blood cells in the sample. They did a CAT scan after that to check out what it was. They came back and said that there was one kidney stone, but it should not be causing blood, as well as one cyst on my ovary, which was common. Two things scared me there: they had no idea what was causing blood in my urine then, and my mother had problems with her ovaries later in life and had to have them removed. Great. So they prescribed antibiotics (for what, I don't know) called microBID and some pyridum to kill the pain. After googling microBID, my mother found out that it made people feel like they were almost dying, so this will be a fun antibiotic to be on. On the other hand, pyridum makes my pee orange, so that will be some comic relief in my life.

Just another thing to keep me from producing any art in the near future. What next I wonder?



_{(No, my mood is most certainly not excited. DeviantArt is just being an ass.)}

So much crap has gone on since I last posted... contrary to popular belief I'm sure, I DO have ALL of your guys' stuff done. I just need it mailed to me (along with my camera-> PC cord) so I can start uploading it. AND I need a box to ship stuff out and then I can post it. Though I live in Ohio now and have no idea where the post office is... I'll find it.

Anyways. My zoo has +5 -1. I had one rat, Jennor. My boyfriend insisted I get a second, so he got one, named Reese. Reese popped out FIVE more rats, two of which died. So then I was down to 5 female rats. But then, like a sucker, I saw a cute little male dumbo that was going to be sold for snake food, so I HAD to rescue him. So now I have 6 rats. Still 1 tarantula, Charlotte. But... I visited home some time ago... and I took my dog with me, Dakota. We were only supposed to stay 3 days for Mother's Day weekend, but my boyfriend and his dad returned home to Ohio while I hung back to spend time with mom. Now, my mother and boyfriends dad were 110% okay with me taking Dakota to Ohio with me. But in talking with my boyfriends dad for a whole 3 days, she suddenly decided I couldn't have my dog anymore... MY dog... with MY name on her microchip, with MY OHIO address on her tag... I'm still heartbroken and hurt that I don't have my dog with me anymore but I plan to get her back as soon as I get a car. I don't care if it's a 9 hour drive, I will get my dog back. I still cry every time I see a husky or dream about her. But that doesn't matter to my mother I guess.

My mood has been gradually declining every day I'm here. Every job I apply for that I never hear back from just makes me sink lower and lower into what feels like depression to the point that I just curl up and start crying myself to sleep. And now with my dog gone I feel truly alone, like I have nothing but my boyfriend anymore. He always helps by taking me on fishing trips but that's only a temporary fix until I get home and start realizing that I have no friends here, no family, no job, no car, no medical insurance... it's an endless cycle of self pity that I can't get out of. My sister recommended anti-depressants (she takes them as well, living in Chicago) but I have no job and can't afford them.

I guess I'll get out of this funk eventually. And no, I'm not doing this for pity, I'm just... well actually I'm just making excuses to myself as to why I haven't been doing any art I guess, hah.

Anyways, =windsinger did this so I shall, too. First 15 comments get a feature. I'll pick 3 deviations from your gallery to feature

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