Getting to a point

I don’t like waking up to a mess…a mess whose responsibility to clean is mine.  I hate looking at this shit.

I got up today at 2:00 pm, and washed my dog.  He’s getting a cataract and it’s making me not want to get near him because the thought of him going blind or dying IS SOMETHING I CAN’T FUCKNG DEAL WITH. …but that cloudiness in his eye is there, and I don’t think it’s leaving.

I am usually reticent in naming my illnesses in my blog posts. …but I’m getting to a point where it is do or die….and I’m also at the point where I don’t care which one it is.
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