Thou Shall Not Kill.

‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.’ —Jeremiah 1:5

Someone online bragged how him & his wife found out  testing showed their  21 week preborn baby had Down Syndrome so they killed it.

They said they "will start over and hope for a better outcome next time."

They found out it wasn't "perfect" so they killed it.

They were hoping  for "sympathy" and support except it backfired badly  and got angry backlash that they'd cruelly murder their own baby just because it was "imperfect."

I had a similar thing happen with the second-youngest: tests indicated she had a chromosomal and heart defect but I still refused to kill her regardless( I only got prenatal testing done to prepare me for any possible complications, not as an "alert" for "weeding out" "imperfections")....and as it turned out she was fine, making me wonder how many other people may have ended up killing perfectly healthy  babies due to wrong test results?

Yesterday I also had That Headache again(I have again today,too) when I woke up from my afternoon nap and was also dizzy and nauseated with it a and felt like a "heaviness" behind my eyes and I lost my pill container as well but it turned up in the bathroom.

I'm really 'losing" it lately and it's getting worse.

I also like this shirt and the wedding dress below, and I cleaned out my computer cache and had to re-log into my Facebook  and it had to prove I'm not a "bot" so it showed me a bunch of photos to click to verify and said click on all the ones that showed crosswalks but it was so small I couldn't really see and had trouble distinguishing which ones were actual crosswalks or just sidewalks or roads and kept getting it wrong so then it had me check which ones had buses but the same problem: the images were so small I couldn't tell between buses and vans so it took me multiple tries and many times but I finally got it.

I felt like such a dolt.

It's the same thing with the passport application re-newal form. The print is sooooo much smaller  than it used to be and I could hardly see it even with my glaases, which also happen to be 7-8 years old  but the provincial health plan doesn't pay for eye exams unless you're under 18 or over 65 and neither does my hubby's employee & family insurance plan and glasses cost 300$ or so and I can't afford it. I also think I am what you'd call "passively" suicidal. I don't actively plan  on killing myself any time soon( unless, of course Beja dies or I lose my house, then I already have a plan in place  all set to go) but I DO hope and pray every day that it's the day that I DO die. Maybe that's also why I keep getting all these delays in getting my passport re-newed? Maybe I AM dying soon and there's no use in wasting 200$ on something I won't be needing anymore?

Yesterday morning when I woke up I also smelled a strong smell of really burned toast except no one had cooked anything yet  and the 30 YR old was asking if anyone has any $$$ to spare as his rabbit is sick and had tests done at the vet and I didn't know people actually took pet rabbits to the vet; I mean, they charge soooo much for everything and if it dies you can just buy a new  rabbit for something like 20$ and my hubby scoffed I "don't emotionally bond" with my pets and I "have no empathy", "No wonder the kids don't like you", etc. but I DO with my dogs (and it's been over a year since Buddy died and I still miss him!) but NOT with rodents; I had lots of mice, gerbils, hamsters, and Guinea Pigs as pets as kids and they only live to be 1-2 anyway and then you just go to the pet store and get new ones. 

I don't even take my dogs to the vet anymore; they're scammers like dentists and always talk you into getting all these costly and unnecessary tests & procedures and their vaccines are poison and even their flea medications are dangerous and has side-effects like seizures and can even cause death. I just take care of things myself at home using natural remedies and Buddy lived to be 19.The bond isn't the same as it is with a dog. In any case it turned out it died in the end, anyway probably naturally of old age as I think he's had it for several years. Sure I was sad when my rodent pets died, of course, but nowhere near the degree of grief as with my dogs, but it's still just nowhere near the same as when your dog dies.

A dog can be your soulmate.

I know my suicide is inevitable.-Arusoi