Okay, this is pretty fucking embarrassing, but I'll be blunt.
My meds, as much as they help me, also unfortunately cause constipation. It really sucks, but the trade-off is worth it. I'd endure almost anything if it meant I don't want to kill myself. I also have ADHD, which I'm rarely medicated for, and that makes me easily forget things that aren't directly in my face. (Like I always forget to take vitamins because they're in a cabinet, and I don't see them. If they were on the table I would be like "oh vitamins" and take them.) Well, this time I forgot something really bad.
I completely forgot that pooping existed.
It wasn't until I started feeling ill that I realized "wait when did I go last?" I couldn't even remember. Well, the answer was "too goddamn long ago." I was in bed sleeping for hours, unable to figure out why I was so incredibly fatigued. Case solved, I was constipated to hell and back. I had to take laxatives, which made me feel even more ill. Everything turned out okay in the end, but the headaches and nausea lingered longer than I had hoped.
That is why I haven't worked on anything. I guess I needed a break too, working on that cat was driving me crazy. I'll have to get back to work, but tomorrow is the first day of Ceramics class. I'm really looking forward to it! I'm going to try to work on sculpting this semester in the hopes that it'll translate over into small-scale toy sculpting. Good stuff.
Still waiting on frogs.
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