I've been helping my friend with her wild mushroom classes again, and this time while we're out of town, my boyfriend informs me that he just got bit on the face by a dog. 15 stitches. But "don't worry babe, I'm fine".
AHHHH. π³ππππ
Phrases that indicate a Midwesterner is fighting for their life:
βLiving the dreamβ = kindly push me off a grain elevator
βAll good no worriesβ = not good, so many worries
βHanging in thereβ = by the tiniest thread
You know when you run hard and fast for a while and your legs get jello-y and sore? I've cried so much this weekend that my FACE feels like that. Ya boi cried a mf marathon. No April Fools. ππ π
I'm unmedicated and my brain is bad. My safe stand by thought is my pets, since my brain can't just be quiet. Unmedicated thinking of pets just makes me dwell on the dead ones and when/how they died.