My dog will eat my face

After the trials and tribulations of the past few months, I've faced an arduous task of rebuilding and returning to my normal, boring life. Sometimes you don't realize the value of something, until it's lost.

Yet again, after all the bad events in my life, the enduring potty pad saga continues. This time it includes a visit from the police!

Where have I been for the last month or so? Unfortunately, nowhere good. It was a journey through a viscous psychotic episode, a nursing home, and back again.

Some things start with the most innocuous events. And that is precisely what happened in my life, where my dogs potty pad sent me down a new path, I would never otherwise have gone. There's the well known "butterfly effect" but I have now discovered the similar "potty pad effect." www.patreon.com/mydogwilleatmyface

I wanted to give a full episode, as a sort of tribute, to my best friend. While only 20 lbs, and covered in fur, my best friend (prior and current) gives me tremendous support throughout all the years. He has been and continues to be essential help throughout my disease.

Last week I was caught in a rather depressive and exhausted state. When seeing a different counselor today, I had an epiphany that I used to slowly overcome much of this angst.

This podcast essentially is an unscripted explanation of the weeks of sadness I've had, and it has oozed to the top, putting me in a rather despondent state. I try to talk through it, and surprisingly, find some comfort within myself.

While not true in a literal sense, I am in the morally sense. What that means and how you will be on the cover too.

Grown utterly sick of the standard medical advice, I provide a proper solution for CHF sufferers. No, I have no medical degree.

I've been levied more miserable symptoms lately. Among the worst is frequent collapsing and injuring myself even more. In this episode I describe the symptoms and their consequences. www.Patreon.com/mydogwilleatmyface #death #dying #hospice #pain #CHF #syncope #fainting