All the nacho cheese make-up is to hide his grey skin. But the lie is he is the 'healthiest ever'.
See why mindlessly believing lies is dangerous?
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All the nacho cheese make-up is to hide his grey skin. But the lie is he is the 'healthiest ever'.
See why mindlessly believing lies is dangerous?
what did he think would happen like genuinely
Remembering the time Tobey referred to Huggy as another animal and i realized that this wasn’t a mistake on the writers part by messing up his intelligence but rather adding onto him being the little bitch that he is
This shit is hillarious too considering that Huggy has to deal w being mistaken for other animals constantly. So he might've genuinely believed that Tobey didn’t know or forgot that he was a monkey.
Tobeys sarcasm was missed there but dw bud, i see you
I love Tobey hes such a fucking menace
To anyone who needs the reassurance, I've nearly lost a parent to heart failure four years ago. That shit was awful and rough. But I wanted to give that preface before throwing in my two cents.
Trump has congestive heart failure or some sort of heart condition. Once you start showing intense symptoms like bloating (his "kankles" as many have called them. As well as his sausage fingers) that means he's holding a LOT of fluid in those areas and his heart is not properly circulating all that. The ONLY symptom I haven't noticed is consistent coughing which would really mean the end for him.
Assuming he's getting proper medical care, which he unfortunately is because he's the "president" (dementia riddled wannabe dictator), he's not going to have the same problem my parent had in which they built up fluid so bad in their legs, AKA edema, until both large skin pockets burst at the hospital then I had to do wound care for a short bit until we got a home health nurse. Medications can only do so much. Once you have heart failure it's really too late to get it back at 100% (it's not impossible of course but not likely unless it's caught early), you have to make SIGNIFICANT changes in diet, exercise, etc. but you can live with it and get it back at a higher percentage. Which we know the orange piss baby does not and will not do (it may be too late for any lifestyle changes tbh). This is the man who enjoys McDonald's and puts ketchup on well done steaks. His exercise consists of weekly golf he cheats at.
He falls asleep randomly and looks exhausted when he does literally anything now. Symptoms I know are for a fact to do with his heart. My parent was always tired and couldn't sleep lying down because it felt like they were drowning in their sleep. They could only sleep at the table, pillows propped up for them to lay their head down.
All this to say...Trump ain't long for this world. He most definitely has one or more blood clots waiting to get him. If that doesn't get him it's going to be him going to sleep and never waking up again. And it's going to happen soon. Like I do not believe he's going to make it to 2026 y'all.
That's not even me trying to cope because believe me, I was prepared for a rough 4 years. I'm Black. All Black folks do is endure, fight, thrive, and keep it pushing.
This is not coping. The minute I saw that man's ankles, his hands, and him constantly falling asleep sitting up (plus knowing his lack of proper nutrient foods or exercise) I knew he was just not about to live much longer. I'm not trying to stop anyone from continuing to protest. PLEASE keep safely protesting. His death doesn't mean this all is immediately over. But I'm telling you, that man is about to die. He may have only months maybe since he has proper medical care and medication available but I highly doubt he's taking anything regularly or doing anything substantial besides delaying the inevitable. That's why he was talking about getting into heaven recently. He knows.
The dementia isn't gonna get him immediately. It will get him later if his heart somehow some way doesn't off him soon. But on my life, that man is giving me flashbacks to all those years ago, taking care of my parent (they're doing great now! And so am I. But it was still very traumatic and I rarely talk about it until recently. I suppose the universe told me it's time to deal with it and stop compartmentalizing traumatizing things lmao) so yeah, that shit is happening. People are theorizing on the when but we don't know. I just know his health is worse everytime he makes a public appearance. Mans may not make it to 2026. And if he somehow miraculously does it won't be longer than the first maybe idk three months?? Maybe less. Honestly I wouldn't put it past the republicans to pull a Weekend at Bernie's to avoid announcing it for as long as possible pfft.
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My sweet angel is 19 years, 7 months, and 1 day old and in congestive heart failure. She was diagnosed last month and had another episode on Saturday :(
It’s like, I know I should be prepared but she’s been my bestie since I was 10 and I turn 30 in less than a month. I’m trying to mentally prepare for life without her but I genuinely don’t know how. I work in vet med and help people through this every day but idk how to do it for myself.
Sorry I've been MIA. Life has had some pretty good highs and some really horrible lows recently. Christmas was great, but a few days later my mom went back into the hospital. After spending a day in the ER she was transferred back down to Philadelphia. She has a bad exacerbation of her CHF and it's not looking great. It's already gotten to the point where being the primary caregiver for both mom and dad has gotten to be too much, but now there's no way I'd be able to take care of her post-discharge, whenever that may be. Thankfully I have an amazing brother and SIL who are here for me and we are all going to do this together. My SIL drove me and dad down to Philly today to visit with mom. It took about an hour to get there. It was so nice to be able to see mom, not on facetime, but in person, and be able to hold her hand, talk to her, give her a hug and a kiss. But it was so fucking hard to see her like that. I don't know how long she will be in the hospital, but it's going to be a long stay. In the meantime, once the social workers reach out this week, we will all have to work together to figure out what type of facility is best suited for mom's needs, is close to home, and can safely provide all the care she needs. It kills me knowing that mom won't come back home. Just sitting here writing this, sitting in the living room where I usually am watching TV with mom at this hour, being here alone is hard. I'm crying just thinking about it. I hate this. I hate all of this. Coincidentally enough, the weekly email from church last week included a flyer about an anticipatory grief support group that another place nearby will be hosting. I signed up for it, its virtual, for 8 weeks, and starts February 1. I'm glad, because I don't know how to do this. I'm so scared.
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