My sweet little buns, my sexy teddy bears, I’m still alive and greeting you with this consistently bad-quality photo. Also, I’m attaching a bunch of pictures I liked. I have no idea who the artists are, and I’m too lazy to check, so if you care, go find them yourselves.

I’m doing fine—I’m finishing up my antibiotics because I’ve been sick for the third week now, and it escalated into sinusitis and frontal sinusitis. By the way, I also cut about 10 cm off my hair. When I first started growing it out, I developed hypothyroidism, which I didn’t treat for over a year because I had no idea I had it, so the hair quality was awful. I decided to get rid of that dry length and keep growing my hair strong and healthy. Maybe I’ll take a picture from the back later so you can see how much length is left.

Also, a fun new skill—I learned how to rinse my nose with a saline solution. Basically, I inhale the solution through my nose, flush my sinuses, and spit it out through my mouth. Some of the liquid even comes out through my eyes. I remember skull anatomy was my favorite topic—everything in there is interconnected.

A really unpleasant situation happened recently, but I was too lazy to write about it on time. Last week, my brother and his wife went to a spa, so my mom and I spent five days taking care of their daughter. My mom was still working, I was sick, and the girl isn’t even two years old yet—so it was rough. I texted my brother and asked if they could skip visiting us over the weekend when they came to pick up their daughter since we were exhausted, and my mom wouldn’t have asked herself. Seems like a normal request, right? I mean, if I imagine myself as my 32-year-old brother, I’d say, “Of course, mom and sis, rest up and take care of yourselves.”

But my brother wouldn’t be my brother if he didn’t stir up some drama. At first, he responded normally, but a day later, out of nowhere, he sent me a giant essay about how we’re manipulative, how I’m meddling in things that aren’t my business, how I’m codependent, and a bunch of other nonsense. Basically, he wanted to know if this was purely my decision or if mom had asked me to text him. It was entirely my decision, and mom had no idea about it—I told him that. So really, the whole thing could’ve been solved with a single question and a simple answer, but instead, I got hit with an insane level of paranoia, drama, and toxicity.

It was really rough, and after that conversation, I cried a lot. Funny enough, I wasn’t even offended—I already know my brother is an idiot. But during our exchange, I was trying so hard to smooth things over, carefully choosing my words so I wouldn’t escalate things even more. I even felt completely fine for a few minutes after the conversation ended, but then it was like something snapped, and I suddenly started sobbing. Honestly, that kind of worries me because it’s not a great sign for my nervous system, and I don’t know how to deal with it yet.

But the weekend was amazing—my mom and I had peace and did our own things.

Spring has finally arrived, warm and lovely, but I’m avoiding walks for now because I don’t want to risk getting sick again—three weeks of this has been more than enough.

Also, I think casting a Black actor as Snape is an excellent choice. I mean, seriously, it’s hilarious. Though, I guess if I actually loved the franchise and the character, I’d probably be upset. But I don’t like Harry Potter and find Snape super unlikable anyway.

Still watching Outlander with my mom—it’s really interesting. I like that it’s not overly complicated but also not too simplistic. It’s a nice way to casually learn about historical events and daily life.

And that’s about it for now. Not sure what else to share yet.