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The last day of September has come. It's hard to believe I've actually reached the one month mark.

Looking back on all that I have written, I now realized, I have been keeping a lot of things in my head. The trivial and the mundane, sometimes even those that are too deep for my mental faculties to analyze. It feels good to have this blog as a medium for my mental flushing, an avenue of sorts that is keeping me sane by excreting all of the mental crap that is plaguing my stressed brain.

These past few days saw the first mental breakdown. Intellectual constipation. A disarray in the heavens caused a cataclysmic, cosmic effect that resulted in the absence of the great moi. May I enumerate instead? Good words are sucked into the great black hole and I have to finish this before midnight. Just so I can feel like it's actually a month instead of twenty three days. To build myself up despite this fake achievement. Let us hope I can actually remember what transpired the previous week.

September 24 - The rain decided to make a visit and tagging with it the  cold wind. It was blissful at first but quickly turned horrific when thunder and lighting decided to join the group. My dog still did not feel like eating or drinking. She just slept all day. Worry raised to the power of ten.

September 25 - Errr.. I do not remember. Pass.

September 26 - Daddy and I were now into full blown panic because the dog seemed extremely weak. Because she hasn't eaten anything for days, tail-wagging looked like a herculean effort to her. I cried.

September 27 -  Morning. We took her to an uncle who was a retired veterinarian. The sweet little furry darling was still too weak. We had to carry her around like a baby. She was uncharacteristically non squeamish. Afternoon. We took her to a clinic and the vet started her on intravenous fluids. It was a long night.

September 28 - I had to keep a close eye on her lest she decides to wrench the IV off her leg. She was very good about keeping her arm straight at all times. I could see she understood that she needed that to get back to her healthy old self. Fought sleep for a second night.

September 29 - We decided to take off her IV since I could see her arm was swelling and the fluid was no longer dripping. I did not want her to have to endure phlebitis so I took it off. She was eating by then and it was good to see her gulp her water without having to introduce it to her via a dropper. We were relieved to see her eating a plateful of food and drinking lots of fluids.

September 30 - Prepositionally challenged day. Speaking like a jungle person. Jungle person now need sleep. Jungle person say goodnight.

Jungle person log off.