So I have this new DTHM and I noticed his fins were ruined while my mom said that he was fine and happy and such, so I posted it here and waited for five hours while people viewed it and no one helped and my fish's health went down the toilet. Then I check in the morning and he had been diagnosed with clamped fins, fin rot, and fin melt..and other people were deciding that I should go out and get more expensive food and feed him four pellets twice a day, and another person (who I've decided to listen to) said that I should fast him for three to five days while I treated him for fin rot. Then there was a debate on whether or not I should be having a heater. Some people said it had to be at the max, of 86 degrees. The person I'm listening to said that I should keep him well below that in the 70s but keep the air humid and warm above his water. So turns out he does have fin melt, and I have to run to the store and get stuff, but I can't because I don't have a license and I don't know if my friend is going to come and pick me up today or tomorrow, but I don't know how long he has. He's floating and trying to dive, but...his butt just floats up. So that rant aside, let me explode on another subject.
Why I can't go out and buy 20 gallon tanks and heaters and filters and expensive food: I no longer have a dad. Our income has been cut in half, maybe more than half. We barely squeak by, and now that I need to have a license to drive to college, that will put us even lower. We may end up cutting back on things like food or my mom will never be around due to having a second job. I can't get a job yet because I would have no transportation to get there as everything is a half hour away from us...by car. The town I went to school to (which was fifteen minutes away by driving) took my brother and I four hours to get home by walking...in the summer heat of Illini. Also, court. Weeee, court. And the possibility of testifying against my father. Weeee. It's like everything explodes the moment I look away. I can't leave anything unattended. I left a baby bird with an uncle and didn't learn that it was dead till two days later. I left another baby bird on a shelf in the way back and it wound up being eaten. /Then/ I leave my newest fish in the hands of my mother and it will probably die because I can't get to a pet store...
By the way, this rant thread was found at a very good time. But too late. I'm planning on leaving the forum as soon as I figure out how.
To you, they're just fish. To me, they're just my greatest friends