tomorrow will be probably the 15th out of 26 birthdays that i will have spent sick. this would come as no surprise to anyone who has known me for a decent length of time and is familiar with my ability to get sick on almost every special occasion. it is a gift, what can i say?
i rarely get sick in a way that inhibits my sense of smell (taste) but i actually did this time and i can't taste anything. its really bizarre and made that little baby bel cheese kind of a waste. additionally, atlas is now eating the wax from it and i doubt that is an intelligent decision on his part. even less intelligent is the fact that i would rather continue to write in this than go get the stupid wax out of his mouth.
this would be a great opportunity for me to drink all the carrot juice i have in my fridge that i usually use as an appetite suppressant. that backfired when the carrot juice (because carrots are just intrinsically so disgusting) actually started to make me nauseous, not just un-hungry. so now i have a ton of carrot juice.
the last thing i want to do is finish outlining these GI physio lectures but alas.
also the idea of "if it were easy, everyone would do it" does not, in itself, account for vet school. because not only is it hard it is also really fucking gross. so maybe the saying should be "if it were easy, and didn't involve a ton of shit, everyone would do it."
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