*hugs you all*
The PTSD is bad in its own ways. Like... Male strangers give me panic attacks. I completely freeze up around military uniforms. Can't function at all. Like a deer in headlights.
Sorry that I've been away. Kacey had some kind of bug. She got over it in 48 hours. Then I caught something. Hitting me a bit hard. Relaxing today since Devon has the day off though.
Yesterday had my appointment with the nurse practitioner. Things seem to be going ok with the meds. She also weighed me. I was so happy with my weight! While wearing my shoes and my huge hoodie, I weighed in at 102.4 pounds! Was happy the rest of the day.
Changed Hannibal's water today. He was furious over being cupped. I don't blame him though. Were I in his shoes, I wouldn't want back in that thing either. Did a 50% water change. Stirred his gravel and got a lot of the "ick: out from that. XD Very tempted to try a snail or something with him, but with his attitude it probably wouldn't work,
His dorsal is growing back. The new growth is so pretty! Has a fluorescent green-gold sheen to all of it. Has a bit of new growth where hw bit at his tail too. He also managed to bite me during the change. -_- Punk.
He has taken to flaring at Devon nearly all the time. So on days Devon has off, Hannibal has a flare fest. XD The gaming chair is at the foot of the bed and so nearly next to the table and Hannibal's tank. Any time Devon is in it, he starts flaring and attacking. I think it's funny but Devon calls him a punk.