Okay. So I almost died the night before last due to a severe allergic reaction to a mouse that bit me while I was trying to free it from a sticky trap (I forgot to tell my roommate they're not live traps, and she wanted to see if I could free it. I couldn't. I got bit. I washed myself with rubbing alcohol. I had to brick the mouse in the head).
I know now why people want to die when they have to spend more than a few hours in the hospital. It was so bad that I couldn't even breath enough to give the receptionist my name and DOB, I was gasping so bad in a wheelchair.
Anyway. Life is good now. No pity. But my dog destroyed a lot of shit in the house in the past day, and I have a lot of shit to do, so I will be very absent for a very long time, and I'm very sorry if I said I'd do something soon and haven't yet. Later.
I know now why people want to die when they have to spend more than a few hours in the hospital. It was so bad that I couldn't even breath enough to give the receptionist my name and DOB, I was gasping so bad in a wheelchair.
Anyway. Life is good now. No pity. But my dog destroyed a lot of shit in the house in the past day, and I have a lot of shit to do, so I will be very absent for a very long time, and I'm very sorry if I said I'd do something soon and haven't yet. Later.
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i didnt know one of things was in my house till i heard some screeching and found a mouse hung in one. i tried to save it but those things are almost impossible to take off