having one of those last names that instead of saying it you just spell it out right away

tatterdemalionamberite:

ejlandsman:

I don’t feel like this is done but I’m posting it anyway, SO THERE. This text is by tumblr user huggablekaiju, big thanks to them for letting me use it here!

Saw a repost of this going around today and wanted to reblog the original. (Thanks @teratocybernetics for the detective work!)

I think I have reblogged this before but wish to reblog it again.

Source: ejlandsman

baddiosa:

remember that ride or die does not mean continue to get mistreated.

babyanimalgifs:

This dog thought it’s owner was in trouble… a dog’s love is so genuine and pure this is beautiful

jordannwitt:

benito-cereno:

jordannwitt:

splendude:

spoken-not-written:

the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.

thank you osmosis jones

My immune system tried to kill me though.

Jordan just remember you had twenty five billion enemies trying to kill you and you’ve survived them all

Take THAT you tiny goddamn sons of bitches.

Click here to support Chemo for Kusto

thebibliosphere:

vaspider:

cw: pet illness, pet mortality.

Kusto has been my puppy since he was 5 weeks old. His mom was attacking the litter, so we brought him home, hand-weaned him, and he’s been my sweet baby since the day that he waddled over to me and flopped on his back when I went to meet the litter.

The day I came back from the hospital after getting my spine surgery, he saw me out the window and refused to be tricked into going to the backyard – he had to see me as soon as possible. And he tended me through my recovery, sleeping on the hospital bed we had in our living room.

About 2 weeks ago, he started losing weight rapidly. We took him to the vet, and got an answer we were dreading:

Leukemia.

At this point we know that it’s leukemia and one of two forms of acute leukemia. We have six to nine months at the outside with him.

The only way to determine a treatment plan is with more testing. Then we will know what our plan is.

To be clear: this is a hospice plan. We aren’t going to cure him, and we know that. Our goal is to find the best treatment plan that will give him the best quality of life for the longest time. We are preparing to say goodbye, and we want to do it as gently as possible and let the time he has left with us be as good as it can be. Right now, he’s curled up next to me on the bed with his head against my leg, and that’s really all he wants with the rest of his life.

He’s taken good care of me for 14 years and now I need to take care of him, but with everything the last year has thrown at us, I just don’t have the money. We just lost Lex seven months ago, we were just living in a hotel eight months ago. What the fuck, 2017.

The goal is currently set only at the cost of the tests to determine our plan, and an oncology consult. It will go up once a plan is in place, and we know how we will best be able to give him a good life and an easy passing.

If you can help, thank you. If you can help by sharing, thank you. I’m totally wrecked by this news. If I don’t answer when people check in on me, it’s because I’m a flat mess.

I’m so sorry vaspy 😦 sending love your way, and boosting 💖

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whatsuprubberduck:

Doctor: Did you document your symptoms in a journal like we talked about?
Me: Well, I blog about them to virtually the entire interweb on my blog almost daily, does that count?

I found out what’s apparently really been going on with that ankle BS, after getting maybe 2 hours of terrible sleep before it totally woke me up. Doesn’t seem to be at all my best guess before, though I don’t have the spoons to go into that right now. Also trying not to get myself more worked up thinking about it atm 🙄

It’s dealt with the best I can for now, and I’m hoping that and the pain meds I had to get in will let me get a few hours more/hopefully better sleep. Also tried putting some extra padding over it, so with any luck that might help some too.

What really sucks, though, with trying to sleep on the ankle, is that I don’t have a lot of reasonable choice in positions thanks to some of the other longer term crap. I’m pretty much stuck wedging myself in one particular position, and can’t lie with the other side down or flat on my back without some pretty bad pain other places. Which leaves that ankle on the bottom, pressed into the bed. Rolling around too much trying to get pressure off that fucks up other existing problems, which was one of the reasons I had to just get up for a while this morning. Not just the pain flare in the ankle itself.

Another thing I doubt most people who have never dealt with similar personally would ever even consider on their own. As just one possible complication of adding even one more otherwise minor-looking new (hopefully) temporary injury or illness in on top of chronic conditions. That can be so much harder to deal with than if it weren’t interacting so badly with other existing issues. It may look like an overreaction to something relatively small, when sometimes it’s just about the last straw in terms of coping ability.

(Having to remind myself of this too, yeah. Again. No wonder I’ve felt like total crap for days, all things considered. Definitely haven’t been imagining there’s a problem either–which has never happened in reality. But yeah, there is a real problem, and I honestly got kind of shaken again by how much I feel like I just need to try to ignore.)

Not relishing the idea of even gimping down to the corner shop later, but we’ll have to see. Of course shit like this would have to happen when I’m on my own for about another week. But, I do really need to pick up a couple of things later, including some more ibuprofen. At least there is indeed a corner shop not far away.

thecatspit:

One of my cats was hit by a car.

Her name is Kali, she’s about 5 years old, and on August 4th, I came home to find her by the back steps, unable to stand up without help. The vet said he couldn’t feel any broken bones, she has no signs of nerve damage, and now that she’s on pain meds she’s able to support her own weight for short periods and is using the litterbox… but she’s definitely got a sacroiliac subluxation, meaning one side of her pelvis is misaligned. It’ll probably heal on its own without surgery, but we don’t know for sure. We couldn’t afford x-rays, so the diagnosis came from a manual exam.

I hate to ask for help again, because it seems like that’s all I’ve done this past year – but if it’s my pride or my cats’ health, it’s a pretty easy choice.

Here’s what I need help with:

– paying back the money I borrowed from my sister-in-law for the exam and medications

– paying any additional vet fees (x-rays, more pain meds, surgery if it comes to that)

If you’d like to donate, check out the links below. If you can’t donate but would still like to help, please reblog this post. Thanks!

–> Fundraiser page with info and updates

–> Ko-Fi page

–> Etsy (my girlfriend’s store – it’s a little sparse right now, but we do custom work too)

Source: thecatspit