u/Longjumping-Head581

I don't have a pic.. but... a mossy x topaz souls thoroughbred was just rescued like 30 mins ago.... im in awe..

Hey there! I am F15, my weight is aprox 50kg, and I have a pretty bad immune system.
For the past 3-4 years I have had chronic fatigue, and a terrible immune system (Been diagnosed with 3 different types of glandular fever, we ARE working on it. Currently two have been beaten. Never smoked or anything.
I have been a bit sick for the past 3 days, and I was wondering if I should go see a doctor or seek medical help?
These are my symptoms:

- Very wheezy, but really off and on. like some breathes through my nose, or just normal breathing isn't wheezy, but its really bad if I try to take a deep breathe

- When I breathe I can feel the bottom of my lungs gurgling, its NOT pleasant whatsoever

- Very off and on fever

- I have been a bit more tired than usual

- I have been zoning out CONSTANTLY.

- Dizzy, even now while I am lying down

- I am unsure if this contributes, but I have been refusing pretty much all physical contact, its just been unpleasant recently (I mean like hugging my parents, or linking arms with my mom)

I dunno. I live in a pretty rural town, but I had a friend with similar symptoms who went from school, to the doc, to the hospital, onto a helicopter and flown to a high end child care hospital all in the same day, and flat-lined twice while in surgery (shes fine now luckily) so am I just being dramatic and overly worried??

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I am super duper happy with this!

Me: left side, the ssc is deep space, the icey is pearly purple, 2 highs are blessed, perch is deep space and anda nd is mm!

Them: Sandstone hearts muty + random stuff to get out of their invin

Also this was another trade I did like 45 mins before this one:
I traded my clover clyde for the icey + 2 blessed highs + 2 sunnies + ghost clyde

Trick posted a poll about the 100th update in OHA!

It pretty much said this:

For the 100th update anniversary, should we do a x5 iuh boost (making it a 1/200 chance to catch an iuh), should we bring back v1 horses so they can be caught in the wild, or should we do an all type of boost event?

I think its currently most votes for the x5 iuh boost, and then barely underneath that is the v1 horses, and then barely anyones voting for the everything boost.

I think the v1 horses option would be EPICC!! I mean I realise some people would cry of joy for a x5 iuh boost, if they have bad luck, but that would probs mean iuh values dropping INSANELY fast, and with them already dropping idk how to feel about that. I did vote for the x5 iuh boost tho, I mean I would be so happy if i could catch a v1 in the wild but its also gonna drop v1 values immensely and that would really suck for collectors

Either way, I am just so grateful for anything, and I am so happy to see that WHI has made it to their 100th anniversary!

- Ko te pouri he aroha kāore he wāhi e haere ai -
“Grief is just love with no place to go.”

The dread and sorrow of his words thumped at me like a hammer, smashing me until I fell to the ground. I could see it in his face, fear it in his voice, it was a pained look, and a strained quiver of speech. He tried to comfort us, he wrapped us up in a hug as big as a bear, but it felt cold, it felt sympathetic, I didn’t want sympathy, I wanted it to all be ok. I wanted to escape, I wanted to wake up. I pinched myself over and over, begging the universe to wake me up and for him to tell me everything was ok. But I didn’t wake up then, I never did. I screamed even louder than I already was, our sharp cries of agony, of regret, of memories we did, and could have shared. Not anymore. She was leaving us. Gone forever like a piece of sand in an hourglass. Gone like a wilted flower that had descended into the earth. Grief rocked me, and then I was at her house. Her mum was there, she hugged me, we cried and cried until we had no tears left, she was so far away, so, so far away, and there was nothing we could do to fix it. No amount of money we could pay to save her. No amount of pain or prayers that would help. No amount of tears we shed would be enough to heal the damage. That sense of loss, of grief, would leave a hole in my heart that could never be explained, nor cured.

I was on a plane, the sun was slowly rising over the fluffy, candyfloss like clouds that were laid out underneath us. I watched as the sky slowly turned from black, to blue, purple, pink, and then blue. I felt lucky, too lucky, but unlucky at the same time. I was grateful I was able to say goodbye, but I was heartbroken and unlucky that it happened in the first place. As the sky finally turned a light, radiant blue, and the sun beamed down on us, we descended through the sky. I was nearly home.

As I stepped into the house, her house, the house I grew up in, the house I called a second home, I shivered. The stairs she had lay at the bottom of just weeks ago, the dog she was leaving behind, the bathroom that was newly renovated that she would never be able to experience, it hit me like a bullet. I would never laugh with her here again, never taste her signature meringue, or scold her when she had a puff after a glass of wine. She was never going to set foot in this house again, this house, the house that was killing her.

She was laying still, mouth and eyes slightly ajar, her cheeks were sunken in, her breath slow and careful. I pressed my lips against her forehead, flinching at how cold she was. “ You're so brave” My mother told me, a tear slipped down my cheek, blurring my vision, I gently brushed her still pink tinged hair through my fingers, before turning my back and wobbling out of the room that smelled of death. A long hug, and louder cry, we sat, chatting about how I was going to school, I hadn’t seen her in weeks, and him too. I blubbed like a seal about how different she looked than how she did back then, where her cheeks were full and plump, and her bright pink lipstick smiled at me. Her hair was fuller and brushed, and her warm embrace engulfed me. I must remember her for who she was, not what I saw just once. But it's hard.

The stained glass and flowers, the smell of nectar and tears filled my nose. The red eyes, warm hugs and condolences as we greeted the people. The sound of the organ as we sang, our hearts bursting to fill the emptiness. Our grief, our love, our memories, shared to one another as we listened and talked, as we walked out, the weight of her life in a wooden box that I carried, that we placed in the car. The smell of rosemary as we wept, hugging each other as we waited for everyone to place the flower on the coffin, the pain of pressing a single button, knowing I would never see her again. I can’t visit the memories yet, but one day I will, and I will laugh and cry, but I will always remember the rosemary.
“Ko te pouri he aroha kāore he wāhi e haere ai”, grief is just love with no place to go. 

This is just a sweet story I wrote during an english class about my dear Granbee who recently passed away.
Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

"I have a hundred reasons why I can survive without you. There's also one reason why it has to be you. If I hadn't met you, I could live for those hundred reasons, but I can live for just one reason, because I have you. But then again, you know what's better than one reason or a hundred of them? One hundred and one reasons."
- A manhwa I was reading.

I found it very heartfelt and meaningful, and I just felt like it deserved some light