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Her runs are the worse. She feels fine after them, so I try to feed her, and when she dances away after half a spoonful, I give her the meds and then force feed coz all the runs are extremely dehydrating. And then she is worse for hours and hours and then it starts again. Now she can't seem to find a comfortable way to lie down and the specter of Kobold on her side ... and Kendra's eyes are also always staring at me unmovingly now. Though she is still alive and perfectly conscious.
Every move she makes either makes me soar with hope or, 90 percent of the time, despair even more. I'm so filled with acid?adrenalin?lack of electrolytes? that I'm shivering burning sicksicksick hardtobreath shaky all the time.
I dread coming out of my bedroom in the morning. I dread coming home. I dread going out. I hate being unable to faint or drink or just black-out as a healthy body should at this point.
Every move she makes either makes me soar with hope or, 90 percent of the time, despair even more. I'm so filled with acid?adrenalin?lack of electrolytes? that I'm shivering burning sicksicksick hardtobreath shaky all the time.
I dread coming out of my bedroom in the morning. I dread coming home. I dread going out. I hate being unable to faint or drink or just black-out as a healthy body should at this point.