Wanna see kitty tongue?

Wow...

And now I know exactly why it feels so weird when Tuesday licks me. Especially when she grooms my eyeballs right before I wake up.

Wanna see kitty tongue?

Wow...

And now I know exactly why it feels so weird when Tuesday licks me. Especially when she grooms my eyeballs right before I wake up.

Wanna see kitty tongue?

Wow...

And now I know exactly why it feels so weird when Tuesday licks me. Especially when she grooms my eyeballs right before I wake up.

Just one more thing...

I saw a sentence in a website paragraph that caught my eye:

"In some cases, the brain's attempts to repair itself after a head injury, stroke, or other problem may generate abnormal nerve connections that lead to epilepsy."

I do have a neuromuscular disorder that causes "problems" and my brain repairing it "may generate abnormal nerve connections".

And then I remembered that when I called earlier and scheduled an appointment with the receptionist and told her why, she had paused significantly and said, "Oh, he must want you to come in to discuss treatment options."
That worried me, just for a second.

No, I don't want it.
I don't, I don't.
I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just fine.

Just wait. Next week, next Wednesday, wait till the appointment. Wait, wait.
Relax.
Relax.
You're fine.

Just one more thing...

I saw a sentence in a website paragraph that caught my eye:

"In some cases, the brain's attempts to repair itself after a head injury, stroke, or other problem may generate abnormal nerve connections that lead to epilepsy."

I do have a neuromuscular disorder that causes "problems" and my brain repairing it "may generate abnormal nerve connections".

And then I remembered that when I called earlier and scheduled an appointment with the receptionist and told her why, she had paused significantly and said, "Oh, he must want you to come in to discuss treatment options."
That worried me, just for a second.

No, I don't want it.
I don't, I don't.
I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just fine.

Just wait. Next week, next Wednesday, wait till the appointment. Wait, wait.
Relax.
Relax.
You're fine.

Just one more thing...

I saw a sentence in a website paragraph that caught my eye:

"In some cases, the brain's attempts to repair itself after a head injury, stroke, or other problem may generate abnormal nerve connections that lead to epilepsy."

I do have a neuromuscular disorder that causes "problems" and my brain repairing it "may generate abnormal nerve connections".

And then I remembered that when I called earlier and scheduled an appointment with the receptionist and told her why, she had paused significantly and said, "Oh, he must want you to come in to discuss treatment options."
That worried me, just for a second.

No, I don't want it.
I don't, I don't.
I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just fine.

Just wait. Next week, next Wednesday, wait till the appointment. Wait, wait.
Relax.
Relax.
You're fine.

Aww, I love my kitten

My kitty is being so amusing tonight. She wants to play, so she has been following me around the house, mrrring and chirping at me. And every time I take a step, she will dash up, rear onto her hind legs, wrap her paws around my leg, and bite at the fabric of my pants. I will turn, dance backwards, and bat my hand at her. She will bat back with her paw, dancing on her hind legs, then go in for my leg again. Going up the stairs makes this even funnier.

Aww, I love my kitten

My kitty is being so amusing tonight. She wants to play, so she has been following me around the house, mrrring and chirping at me. And every time I take a step, she will dash up, rear onto her hind legs, wrap her paws around my leg, and bite at the fabric of my pants. I will turn, dance backwards, and bat my hand at her. She will bat back with her paw, dancing on her hind legs, then go in for my leg again. Going up the stairs makes this even funnier.

Aww, I love my kitten

My kitty is being so amusing tonight. She wants to play, so she has been following me around the house, mrrring and chirping at me. And every time I take a step, she will dash up, rear onto her hind legs, wrap her paws around my leg, and bite at the fabric of my pants. I will turn, dance backwards, and bat my hand at her. She will bat back with her paw, dancing on her hind legs, then go in for my leg again. Going up the stairs makes this even funnier.