October 4th 2022

Happy spooky month!  I haven't been able to update the past few days as I wasn't home.  Today I called out of work because of my lower stomach hurting.  Now I have a cat-scan set for next Friday.  They believe that I have colon inflammation. 

After my appointment, I met up with my lover at Dunkin.  He has a rental car for now as his truck is in the shop.  I showed him this cute game I've been playing, Bunny Buns.  You play as a bunny that runs his own little pastry shop.  I think it's cute.

I've uploaded a new YouTube video yesterday, it's just me messing around in a wedding dress I bought at Goodwill.  I have everything planned out for my next stop-motion; I just don't know when to do it.  I was planning on making it today, but if my dad comes home to see me messing around instead of resting, he'll think that I've been faking.

My dad's always been that way.  He doesn't trust me or my little brother very much about our own health.  I remember when I broke my ankle, and he thought that I was just milking the attention.  He made me walk on it for three days before he finally took me to get an x-ray done.  At that time, we lived in a house with three floors.  The attic was entirely redone, and it became my bedroom.  That means that I was walking up and down two flights of stairs with a broken ankle for three days.

The only thing he really listens to us about is mental health.  When I was thirteen my mental health took a dive and ever since then It's been down and up.  I remember it was so bad that I didn't clean my room, and I didn't leave to use the bathroom; I pissed on a towel on my floor.  When my dad helped me clean up he told me, "I've been in warzones with many people shooting at me, but under your bed is the scariest place I've ever been."

My dad is a veteran.  He's been to Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, Mexico, and Germany.  I don't have much to say about him being gone a lot, nothing that nobody has said before about parents being deployed.