ohno letting us know very casually on the yakai that after he and jun drunkenly crashed sho’s recording in his hotel room, they went back to his room and jun started crying and then ohno started crying and they were hugging each other
For the third time that twenty-minute call, Katara promised
her father she would be careful. And then again, a fourth time, to her brother,
listening in on the other line. They sounded worried, despite their words
stating their pride in her and her work, and so she tried to keep her voice
even, steady. After the months she had been through, keeping a smooth voice in
a high tension environment had become something of a talent of hers and so it
“I have to go,” she told them after hearing the ding of her
alarm. Break over. “I love you guys.”
“We love you, too,” Hakoda told her. “Be careful.”
“Call tonight! I mean it! Don’t fall asleep again!”
She hung up. She felt both relieved to be off the phone and
strangely scraped with loneliness. The
way she always felt now after calls home. It was getting easier, though, being
so far. On the other side of the world. It was hard, lonely, frightening at
first. Now, mostly, it was tiring, trying.
And satisfying. Among the stress, and pressure, and
sleepless nights, there was satisfaction, when her patients woke up, when she
was able to see a patient walk out the clinic, or a mother hold her child for
the first time. The satisfaction kept her going. It had to. The pay was bad,
and the nights long, and the hours even longer, but the satisfaction worthy.
So, swallowing down her last mouthful of coffee, it was back
to work, down the clean, white clinic hallways.
I’m so sorry, I don’t really know what to do right now and I’m worried so this will be rambly possibly but I’m at a loss.
I’ve decided to do something I never thought I’d do, open a paypal account for help.
Just hours ago my dog Buddy ate a bag of cinnamon raisin bagel that was sitting on the counter. I feel horrible, I should have pushed them further back or set them on top of the fridge but he managed to jump onto the counter and I went to wash my hands and when I came back he’d eaten 4 and a half of them. I took him to the emergency vet immediately and they were able to get a bagel and a half out of him but he still had two in his system. He has to stay overnight so they can monitor him and he’s getting an IV drip/flush the whole night to clear his system of the raisins and the charcoal tablet they gave him. I’m on mobl eight now so I don’t know how to attach the receipts but it’ll upload them asap.
My paypal link is paypal.me/DogsInPartyHats
Please, a dollar or anything you have to spare if you can donate. If you cannot I fully understand.
I’m so sorry to be bothering y'all with this but tomorrow he has to go back to the clinic for a possible 24 hour surveillance and I don’t know what to do. I’ve cleaned out my savings account to do pay for this first 12 hours and there’s a good chance that he’ll need to go back into a 24 hour clinic tomorrow morning. I was not able to take him tonight as its an extra 40 minutes away and he needed his stomach flushed as soon as possible. I’ve had him for 4 years and he was almost completely dead when the shelter found him, I’m hoping he still has some fight in him to make it through this.
EDIT: the reason why I cleaned out my savings is because I currently have no income as a full time college student and I have ptsd, severe anxiety, and bipolar disorder so it makes working and going to school impossible
I wouldn’t say it’s prickly, exactly. Contrary to what Demyx told everyone, I never stabbed anybody to death with my hair. It’s pretty wiry, though. Kairi really likes to play with it for exactly that reason–she says it sticks up perfectly every time, and she doesn’t even have to use a bunch of gel.
(I’m not sure the bows are entirely me, though, whadda you guys think?)