My therapist often reminds me that grief comes in waves. Some are small and gentle, and others feel like a tsunami. It's impossible to know which it will be.

Just remember to give yourself grace, Nukes. It's ok to not be ok. The good will come in again as sure as the tide. 🥰

This morning's ultrasound showed that his system is moving more regularly today, so whatever is in there is at least passing on its own for now. If his xray looks good this afternoon, he can come home. 😊

Preliminary ultrasound shows it's a likely intestinal blockage. Dammit. They're keeping him overnight to give him steady fluids and then get a clean ultrasound first thing tomorrow morning to confirm.

This cat is a gigantic asshole and he is SO LUCKY that he's cute and that we love him. 😩

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. My condolences and thoughts to you and your family. Please take care. 🙏

Also Low FODMAP coming in with the cropblock like, "Fuck you, all of these awesome fresh fruits and veggies are on the no-no list". BRUH.

Moving is a gigantic pain I the ass...feel ya there. But you've got this -- gonna rock that new job like a champ! 😘 One tip I learned from our past moves: pack priority items together and hit them with big red stickers. Makes getting a minimum livable space set up faster. Everything else can wait.

I finally just chucked the box that I packed my old HP books in years ago into the recycle bin cause that garbage isn't even worth donating.

I NEED HIMS NOW ❤️🤍🩶

Sorry to hear you're having such a rough time. 🫤 If you haven't already tried it, I recommend Arnicare gel applied directly to the angriest muscles. It's no miracle cure, but it helps make things a little more bearable without the stank of Bengay or IcyHot. Helped when I popped a back rib.

WELP, it looks like I'll be having a super cute black cat parade on my fireplace for Halloween this year. 🥰