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I've had a shitty week.
I got sick and I feel like absolute fucking shit, it's not covid or the flue or anything serious but still. I'm blowing my nose and coughing every 2 fucking minutes and I'm over it. And because I'm sick I missed 2 out of the 4 days I had work this week which isn't good when I only make $9 and hour.
And this morning when I took my cat to the vet I was told she might have skin cancer. Which isn't treatable. I've had my cat, Patches, 11 years, which is her whole life. I've spent more time with her in my life then without her in my life. Theese last like 5 years have been extremely rough on me. I've been in and out of mental hospitals, fostercare, and placement facilities. But through it all Patches has been my only constant. And while I know I've gotten allot of time with her I'm not ready to let her go. I'm no where near ready. She has a follow up appointment on the 30th and if her ear hasn't healed with the medicines they've given her. Then it's cancer. And I'll have to let her go...
And to top it all off today is the 16th anniversary of my mom's death.