... 'cuz I need to get in gear.
That's right, your long time hero, role model, and guy you fantasize about (bear with me ladies, all right? Could you give me this one thing? XD), ChaosSentinel, is here again. After an absence of god-knows-how-long, he's making one of those spontaneous appearances you're all so fond of! This week's Spring Break, and he'll be livin' it up in Cancun!
Or so he wishes.
Seriously, to all my friends on the forums, I feel horrible about vanishing like I have. I have literally hardly been on the internet at ALL since January, so don't feel like I'm just neglecting you guys. Really. Check my account on any other site, and odds are I haven't been on anywhere else at all, either. That's what I get for enrolling in a college with 20 to 30 hours of homework a week. Blaaaah... I just pulled an all-nighter finishing my animation last night, but now Spring Break's FINALLY here. I get to relax! Yaaaaay... I'll be staying out here, but at least my mom's coming out to see me which'll be nice. I wish I could go home, though. Chaos misses his puppies...
Speaking of which (I'm now going to launch into a completely irrelevant rant about what has been happening to me lately, so maybe you'll want to skip all this), I have something to be really thankful for. Seriously, if I had one reason to believe in a god, this would be it. My dog Buddy is pretty much my best friend. He's a Keeshond, and I have another dog, but (as cold as it sounds) she doesn't mean nearly as much to me as he does. Anyway, I spent most of my winter break with him. I took him out to a few parks, and we spent a lot of time out in the snow (which he LOVES, btw... just the type of dog he is
). Anyway, I began to notice something strange about him; he started not eating. Now if you knew him, you'd know this was strange... he usually snarfs down his food as if his life depends on it. He usually ends up spilling his water everywhere... it's pretty funny to watch... but I digress. It got so bad to the point where he wouldn't eat anything at all. I knew something wasn't right, so I took him into the vet, and they examined him for a while. Afterwards, they told me they didn't know why he was acting like that, and that he may just be feeling bad. I took him back home, but things didn't improve. He got worse and worse, and it got to the point where he didn't even want to move, and he would just lie down and stare at me. By this point, I could tell something was seriously wrong with him.
I took him in again, and I had the vet do a more thorough check of him. Long story short, they called me back and gave me some really bad news. They told me that his glucose levels were through the roof, which meant he was a diabetic. I never knew that before, because he had never shown any remote symoptoms of diabetes before. They said that if I hadn't taken him in when I did, he probably would have died... But worse, he had a bad case of pancreatitis, which is an inflammation of the pancreas, and they said that chances were a tumor was causing it. The first thing they had to do was to get down his glucose level, and after that they could worry about checking for cancer. But overall, their tone was pessimistic. They certainly didn't sound hopeful. All I could do was leave him there. They managed after a few days to get his glucose under control, but they had to get an ultrasound specialist to check for a tumor, and they said it wasn't going to be for about a week. The problem was, I was leaving back to Washington in two days. I went over to visit him one last time where they were keeping him in a small kennel. He had a catheter in his arm and one of those bite shields around his head so he didn't try and get it out, and he just looked so miserable. When I left, he sounded so sad, and I thought it was the last I'd ever see of him. It really got me depressed.
But, through some miracle, he turned out all right. My mom called me from home and said that they got the ultrasound, and that there was nothing else there. His pancreatitis had decreased dramatically, and they thought he'd be all right. Of course, now he has to go eating the same bland diabetic food for the rest of his life, and he'll never get another treat as long as he lives, AND we have to give him shots of insulin regularly... but he's still alive, and that's what really matters. You can understand why I'd be excited to see him again. This summer I'm going back home, and I'll see him then.
Anyway, so I got back to Washington, and school started again. After that it's all kind of a blur of lectures, sketchbooks, and energy drinks... maybe the occasional Wii party or two (WarioWare is the **** by the way XD). It hasn't helped that I have NO forbidden>
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