So 2020 was bad. I got hospitalized for blood clots, a problem I have had since I was literally a teenager somehow. When I was 23 I was told it was 'anxiety, probably?' and asked to leave the ER. Luckily this hospital was much better about, uh, actually figuring out what was wrong with me.
After that my computer died tragically and I had to wait to upgrade to an ipad for Christmas. So this was done on the new ipad! Amazing! I was using a small ancient tablet the entire time before that.
Anyway, remember kids: just because a doctor says 'it's probably anxiety?' doesn't mean they are actually right. It might be blood clots. This is a joke I make now whenever somebody says something about anxiety as a result.
A slice of life autobiography comic about being in a queerplatonic polyamorous relationship, and the struggles that come with. Also cats.
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