I am sitting in the living room with freshly washed hair -- which I have blow dried but it is still a bit frizzy, but wavy too -- wearing comfy pajama bottoms, a blue wife-beater tank top, and my heart necklace.

I feel extremely attractive right now. (Not sarcasm, I actually feel this way).

I took Tiny to the vet today... And found out that she's diabetic.

My Tiny-baby is diabetic... She'll need shots the rest of her life, strict diets, none of her favorite treats, and (I imagine) more frequent doctor visits than just once a year...

They're keeping her overnight to flush her system and figure out her dosage... I'm picking her up tomorrow... And most likely learning how to give her her insulin shots tomorrow too. God, I hope she doesn't grow to hate me for them. :(

Diabetic...

My Tiny...

And I'm crying again...

It's 3:36 AM, I haven't slept a wink, I'm still in my jeans, and I have to get up early to take Tiny to the vet. Actually I probably have to wake up once before that just to take her out to pee.

But I finally wrote something. It's not perfect, as much as I tried fixing it these past four-ish days I can't get it there, but I think I got close enough considering the colossal writer's block I've been buried under.

Anyway. It's another challenge/prompt from the "30 Day Writing Challenge." It's Day 22, and the third one I've written. 

Read it on my BlogSpot here: "Inhale."

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