03/01/24
Yes, I know, I should have done this months ago, but one of my helath issues (awaiting diagnosis) is my body’s inability to make enough dopamine. And when even the thought of doing a particular job makes you sob for days on end and consider burning down the house with you in it…. yeh. No motivation at all. Haven’t been looking forward to this job. Screw you Sunak for ruining my business and life. (Just for the record – he’s to blame if anything untoward happens to me).
So yeh. Having spend NYE and day and the following day breaking my heart and sobbing non-stop, I finally got it together to start getting the bits and pieces together.
04/01/24
“I have to do this job. If I don’t, there’s 2 choices: my best friend never leaves the property again or we go for a walk and she can get forcibly taken from me and killed, destroyed. I know what it’s like to be stuck out here. It’s no life for anyone. And they’re taking her over my dead body…” That’s what I told myself when I got up this morning. (And yes, as a result I got up many hours after I’d woken up.)
Apparently if you make your brain do stuff that is painful it’s good for you (ice bath anyone?). Doesn’t feel like it’s good for me. It’s depressing, spending all this time and materials (nearly 70 rivets used so far) on a project that means your dog will be a lot less happy out of the house and therefore making my future business plans unviable… once again – screw you Sunak for ruining my business and stealing my peace.
We made it to the end of today – she’s had lots of treats while I’ve been measuring her up. One alteration and two more rivets to go. Had enough for today though.
05/01/24
Feels like it’s been slow progress – should’ve knocked this out in a day, and done it months ago, but I’m trying to look after my mental health (not easy to do, living in this cuntry), between the weather and the ‘people’ in charge).
Anyways. Started 3 days ago with some straps (I cut earlier), rivets, and a few tools. Lots of tears, lots of measuring, trying it (with a treat), adding, checking, measuring some more… only needed to drill out a couple of rivets to make one alteration, and managed to do that without destroying a strap.
It fits. She hates it and wants to claw it off. I don’t blame her, since I hated being forced to wear a face nappy. Never again, but she’s stuck with it. Screw you Sunak.
The irony is, with all this that’s happened, if I ever meet that vile WEF owned thing that’s masking as a Pfizer hedge fund owning human being, it’ll be me that’s the one needing a muzzle, not my baby. Can’t bring myself to photograph her in it at the moment.
