TrainFan23

My mother dropped off her Granbull, Skrunchie, with 22 and I for her surgery here in Nimbasa. The surgery is for Skrunchie, not my mother. There is no scalpel in Unova that could do surgery on my mother, for the instant that it attempts to pierce her flesh, it would simply shatter like glass. That is the curse of the Kazama family. Impervious skin. G was always jealous.
          
          But Skrunchie is incredibly old, as she was a part of my mother’s battle team before we were born, and she is acting more and more like an aging Galarian grandmother by the day. She squints at everything to see, and has run into the couch 3 times (we have moved it since the last time that my mother visited, and then Little Lord moved it again after she stopped running into it), so she definitely needs these cataracts removed. She also has taken to carrying all of the Sneasels on her fangs, so she ends up slunched over, which does not help her back. 
          
          But she is so happy! She constantly is smiling and doing a little dance, grooming all of the Sneasels and Joltiks around the apartment, and seems to have a good relationship with the Sneasels’ mother. Her surgery is tomorrow, and mother should be back before Skrunchie decides to abduct Lawrence and take him home. 

22 always says that I am the crazy one, the impulsive one, the one most likely to be found sleeping under the table at Sawsbuck Steakhouse. At least since I’ve come back to Unova.
          
          But then why is he the one who just got a mini-Fidough from a breeder, fresh from the egg, without warning me? The puppy peed on my rug the minute I walked into my room, WHICH HE CLAIMED.
          
          *Sigh* At least Frank is cute, and he is very cuddly. I just need him to stop peeing.

Elesefan3 may think that she arrived at the station of victory when she sent back Wyndon speaking in Kalosian. But what she didn’t realize at the time is that I laid the tracks of my own victory, and taught Milkweed how to swear in Galarian, Paldean, *and* Kantonian, and then refined her telepathy. 
          
          Hope your work meetings go better, Elesefan3!

Mistralton just stole another bagel. My life has been non-ending sorrow since I have returned to Unova. If only I could return to whence I was lost, to serve under Irida alongside my beloved, and share the closest of spaces with dear friends. 
          
          Instead I have to deal with a fucking Gliscor stealing my lunch. He didn’t do this until we came to Unova!! He better not steal my tacos on the next taco Tuesday. ):<

Taking @erlektrosfan4 out to my favorite Orre restaurant tonight for Taco Tuesday! Spicy Paldean Tauros Beef, shredded Combusken, and White Miltank Queso make the best combination. I always end up going through 6 or 7 tacos before I stop for the night. 

An incident at work today got me thinking about Trauma. Would it surprise you to hear that my ex-boyfriends both never knew what trauma was until I explained it to them? My first ex claimed that he never had any trauma, that his life had been fantastic, and that the only reason he was quick to panic, to defend himself, and to please those around he considered friends was because ‘that was how the world worked’, and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t get anywhere, and he wouldn’t be alive. My other ex, however, acknowledged his own trauma once I told him what it meant. The trauma of living in a frozen wastelands, of having to raise his cousin like she was his own daughter, and then train her to lead despite his own inexperience, and of being an openly gay man in a very… conservative environment. He knew his trauma, but he kept it close.
          
          Me? I recognize my trauma, but I share it. I share it with my closest friends, with my brother and mother, and my father when he was alive. With my ex-wife, who shared her traumas with me as we sat in the sun, waiting for trainers to come meet us for battle. Trauma can be painful, but if you find someone to share your pain with, someone that is willing to help, then they can help you heal. Trauma is a wound, but all wounds eventually heal, and even if they scar or leave chronic pains, they can be soothed. Be the soothing presence in another’s life, and let them be one for you.

Milkweed threw her stick away this morning and picked up a glow stick that a kid dropped. She then put it inside of a thin metal pipe, and just… Pocketed it. Put it under her fur robes. I saved the stick, and will send it back with her to Elesefan3, but I feel bad that this happened under my watch. Did I do something wrong, or did Milkweed decide it was just time to throw the switch and change tracks?

Mrs. Greagor just threatened to sue the Subway because Nettle nipped the seat next to her. There was no maliciousness, and 22 and I did not give any commands, I swear that on the life of my little Sneasels. 
          
          She also threatened to sue because the Driftveil Line doesn’t stop in Castelia. If she wanted to go to Castelia, why would she jump into the wrong line? I think she might be part of the group that is calling to defund the Subway, part of the dreaded automotive lobby. 

Train man what’s your Excadrill’s IVs?

Ah, Twin Princes’ Day has arrived from what I hear. Fireworks and Iceshards going off all over the city. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday, I’m going to go comfort my Sneasels. They aren’t used to the noise yet and are scared. ):