Ever since her grandpa died on Valentine’s day it hasn’t been that much of a big deal for the fairygodmother. Usually her love runneths over and she showers everyone with candy, art and love but the times have pulled everyone so far away that love became the effort of a text message. Phone calls seemed to intimate these days and the waves emitted weren’t necessarily the safest for the human brain and body. Still it was sad she didn’t call everyone she loved still on planet Earth, but it was a sad day as also she didn’t, gulp, have a boyfriend
In her mind she had her love for Brownie and was truly celebrating 3 years since he first fell mysteriously ill. He was so terribly sick that she immediately rushed him to the vet where X-rays showed he had some dysbiosis of the gut. Yet he was clearly sick with something more as every night he clung to each breath as did the fairygodmother, waiting up by his side all night and making sure to get him to drink plenty of water.
Every morning she was on the phone with the vet and every free moment she was doing research. If Brownie had IBD and dysbiosis she had to rule everything else out first. Some metronidazole seemed to help him initially but then seemed to make him worse and blood tests revealed all his organs were under some stress. Still he struggled for months losing lots of weight before finally allergy testing revealed he was allergic to practically all proteins, so he eats Ultimino- a hydrolyzed protein from chicken feathers designed not to bother the immune system.
Now the fairygodmother was having abdomen pains. It was probably from trying to fly faster than light with normal gravity for too long of an extended physical stretch or she went too long without gravity and jumped too fast onto living on a planet after living in outerspace. Or it was a glitch in the time loop.
Realizing that there could be more complications with the food and beverage intake and that her constant state of dehydration caught up to her old age. She was over 1000 now and her last birthday went by mostly uncelebrated as she was already feeling ill prior to it and just wanted to rest and get better. Yet it kept getting worse it seemed and soon the fairygodmother had to drop out of the solarflare cosmic surfing event.
She wished she could watch it on TV but then smiled as thinking it may be possible to make her own cartoon of the solarflare “surfing” and catching competition. She smiled as she realized being laid up could be productive if only the pain would stop yelling so loud taking up all her brain space and hurting physically. Luckily modern medicine wasn’t totally barbaric, there was some hope of getting properly diagnosed and maybe healed. The process though, on Earth, was a drawn out lengthy process. Technology for medicine was still overpriced and severely limited.
Sugars and sweets or greasy foods or was it actually the lettuce that was triggering her intense abdomen pains? Probably none of them since the doctor was checking her back with some X-rays. She needed an MRI but those were so expensive the leaders of the free world decided to keep them as a last resort. Insurance for health was a bit archaic and overall completely failed society and humanity. Still there were some doctors that cared and some medicines that healed. Still surgeons were human so it was a bit of a gamble going under the knife. Oh well, what is lived often has a tale.
There were friends that had the medicine of healing and hopefully some miracle would help her snap out of what was hurting and get back on track with the intergalactic gang. She really wondered how they could miss so many beautiful solarflares, as Earth heliophysicists we’re reporting multiple m class flares and even an c class one! Perhaps there would be some northern lights, but the fairygodmother had to rest and sleep. She hoped to heal herself and get on with things soon, but her body pushed back and everything she tried to do she paid for with long bouts of excruciating pain. The meds could barely overpower the discomfort, but any relief was welcomed. Almost four months this pain has stalked and ruined her daily smiles.
Of course the Faeriegodmother couldn’t complain because Star Captain NAMIKA was out there capturing solarflares after her major surgery and injury wounded in the previous battle. So if she could heal and be so tough to cosmic surf, so would the fairygodmother, but her faith in herself and her own magic waivered. Magic only exists when it is believed in. The Fairygodmother should believe in magic by now, but belief has to be felt not told
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