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Indeed. If you’d like to see my boyfriend’s fitblr, it’s linked in the sidebar just a few lines below the ask box link. :)

What… I don’t… who…



I WISH I could’ve captured my face when I read that anon message. My highly-accredited doctors have diagnosed me with a protein deficiency. It’s a pretty well-known condition, especially if you’re nutrition-concious. And just… if they had even Googled it… it’s… it’s there… nearly 4,000,000 times… it’s… how do you… I can’t….



…are you real? Or a better question: are you one of my 4 physicians that diagnosed and monitors my protein deficiency resulting from malabsorption and a common side effect of the surgery I had 3 1/2 years ago? Or are you just incapable of properly using Google at a first grade level?
Whenever I see someone unfollow me after making a personal post, I just think, “Did you bother to check out my blog before you followed me, or did you just assume I sit here and reblog fitness graphics day and night?”
I lose AT LEAST 1 follower every time I make a lengthy personal post, but I get a ton of new followers a day, so I dont even care!
I lost 25 followers today from personal posts. Hey, just means they don’t get to be part of my next big follower giveaway. Their loss.

Whenever I see someone unfollow me after making a personal post, I just think, “Did you bother to check out my blog before you followed me, or did you just assume I sit here and reblog fitness graphics day and night?”

Kind of sort of? I have a part-time job that I finally got at the end of April after 5 years of job hunting, but I haven’t had a shift in 4 weeks. The money I’ve made from there barely even folds. I do online surveys through CashCrate (linked in my sidebar), but that only gives me about a half a tank of gas every month or two. Then I have a part time job as a reader, but they only give me one assignment a month, and it pays for about a week, maybe two weeks, of groceries. So all of that goes to basic living expenses. The ads on my page haven’t even turned enough money for them to send me a check yet, so I don’t count that. And my internship is unpaid. The extra money I get to live off of comes from eating into a fund my grandmother left for me, a fund that was supposed to go toward either the surgeries or my first house. Unfortunately, I need my apartment rent and basic living expenses more than I can afford to save that account. So it’s been cut down tremendously and is nearing bottom. Breaks my heart. Would’ve covered most of my surgery, and I know my grandmother would’ve wanted to see me get that. But that’s why I started the donate button. Of course, no one is obligated to donate. I’ll keep my blog running whether people donate or not because it’s become a wonderful hobby for me. But when someone donates, it gives me a little hope that I may be able to get my surgery in a foreseeable future. Ideally, I’d love to have at least 2 of the 3 procedures done before my high school reunion in 5 years and before my wedding. But I’m living off good graces and kindness, so I’m trying to keep my sites reasonable.
Thanks for taking the time to ask. Nice and reasonable question. I approve.

Thank you, dear. You are such a doll.
I’m okay. Blood sugar stabilizing. Back spasms have kicked in (just a damn mess today, ain’t I), but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Just happy that the walls no longer look like a liquid. That was a weird 8 minutes. o.o
Got my psych appointment, too. Unfortunately, it’s not until June 28th. But I guess the fact that the doctor I chose is so in-demand is a good sign.
I can’t tell you how nice it is to come back to an anon message that isn’t hate.


For those of you who read my post Too Sweet recently, you know what I’m referring to. So pardon me while I make use of the office couch at my internship to wedge my head between the cushions until the room stops spinning.
I got a lot of messages sitting in my inbox, so I figured I should tell you guys what’s up. Please, don’t worry about me. It’s not like suicidal tendencies or anything life threatening like that. It’s just panic attacks. Which, actually, have put me in some life threatening situations like that time I almost ran onto the highway, but overall it’s not as serious. I’m just trying to find a psychiatrist in my area who fits my needs so I can start getting treatment immediately since the attacks have worsened and increased in frequency. I’m up to a minimum of two a day, it seems. As you can imagine, this greatly interferes with my daily life. I suspect some of it is related to how the medications for my PCOS and my Fowler’s Syndrome interact and leave me feeling drugged up more often than not, but I’ll leave that to the doctor to deduce.
Anyway, thanks for all of the support and concern, but no need to worry. I’m seeking treatment, and that’s what matters.

I just want you to know that I got to read your message while on hold with a mental health hotline. You never know what’s going on for the person you send hate to. So I thought I’d let you know exactly what’s going on. Thank you so much. I really hope you’re feeling nice and good about yourself.

^Gonna keep using this.
Oh, let me help you out there.

Hot damn. It’s not that I care about the follower count on mine. You know I don’t. It’s just that I’m amazed at the speed in which his blog picked up. I’m impressed. He’s over 500 in under two weeks. Wowza.
