Limited to smol face art for May Day because I’m not well enough to do protests. I’m not even well enough to do this today - I did it when sudden inspiration struck earlier in the week because odds were I wouldn’t be well enough to do it today.
Cynthie my sweet wonderful rescue husky watching me.
I’m so at my limits just trying to look after her. Trying to work on my dissertation due in in exactly a month and I’m STILL not well enough to really work on it. It’s going to be shit because honestly I’ve kept hoping I was going to feel better and I just don’t.
So relying on adrenaline and terror to try to make myself work while I’m just not well enough. Let alone to do anything else. Art. Embroidery. Writing. I spend nearly all my time lying flat in a haze of pain and exhaustion, shuddering in sheer fatigue from taking her for a short rollator or wheelchair walk.















