14,553 Days Alive
15 Years of Spock Being Alive
1 More Day Until My Iron Infusion Appointment
I’m super fucking out of spoons, so this will be brief.
Doctor appointment tomorrow to get my iron infusion. Kinda nervous that my body is going to react stupidly and /or knock me out of commission for the rest of the weekend.
It’s my baby kitty (misnomer) Spock’s fifteenth birthday! He’d be considered about seventy-seven if the years were equated to “cat years”. His whiskers are going white. My sweet boy.
It’s Beltane! Happy Beltane. I didn’t light a candle tonight, but maybe I can tomorrow.
I am tired and in pain.
Take your meds, folks.
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