GUESS WHOSE THYROID IS SO MUCH BIGGER THAN THE SIZE IT SHOULD BE
GUESS WHOSE S NEW ENDO SAID THEIR OLD ENDO SHOULD N O T HAVE IGNORED IT THAT LONG
GUESS WHOSE S NEW ENDO SAID THEIR THYROID IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST THYROIDS THEYVE EVER SEEN
GUESS WHO NOW HAS TO POSSIBLY HAVE SURGERY TO REMOVE THEIR THYROID
GUESS WHOSE OLD ENDO CONTINUOUSLY IGNORED THEIR CONCERNS AND BLAMED IT ON THEIR WEIGHT OR ANXIETY DIAGNOSIS AND TOLD THEM TO TALK TO THEIR PSYCHIATRIST FOR YEARS
Getting very tired of learning new things about myself. Mostly because they are never good. But me and sticky bandages are no good.
Also I still very much think all y'all are lying about any otc pain med doing a single damn thing for you. Why everyone would lie about it and buy useless pills idk.
Today's #MedicalMonday is LJS 479, a 14th century miscellany which includes a brief work on personal health and hygiene. The text is quite fragmentary and a few of the larger initials have been cut out.
Do you get an nausea from naproxens, my doctor asks, trying to treat my finger. I, a fool forgetting I'm also upping the does of my other pain medication that does cause me nausea, say no.
I wrote a personal vent about the future about my art + buying commissions, the state of my life, and what’s going on behind my social media accounts. I love you all. Please give it a read if you care about what I do, this is important for me and for you.
Pic for the algorithm cause I know it doesn’t care about my words.
I don’t know how to say this, but I can’t find the time or energy to make art and/or buy commissions. My government is actively trying to kill me, my mental health is taking all my time and motivations. My effort is towards changing my behavior and behaving right, not pretending to be happy as I wanted to be.
I have not felt inspired or even desired to buy commissions. I have no new ideas, poses for art, songs for animation memes. I kept waiting for inspiration to hit again but it didn’t. I don’t even know if I’m going to be alive next year, how could you expect me to plan and buy a commission that may or may not be expensive?
It scares me. I deeply miss buying commissions but I feel like it’s rapidly losing me. I’m not as good as I used to be and I don’t understand how I made what I did. Deep depression and anxiety has made it impossible for me to do this, and I’ve lost crucial money for that. I’m scared.
I have to help my family out in order to prevent my house from being sold, only one of which I’m able to pay for. I can’t afford to go to my psychotherapy checkups. I barely have money to get stuff, yet I somehow have to save up money so I can escape Virginia next year. If Virginia doesn’t kill me first, of course.
I genuinely, through all of this, can’t keep going the way I always have. What little energy and passion I have left is helping my family out as fast as I possibly can. I wish I could be Shizuka the Scene Fox for you again. Someday. But I’m not safe, and I need to fight against that.
Imagined harassments and being blocked by people on social media cripple me. I feel like I’m disappointing everyone. I see my inspirations improving and shining. I don’t understand. I’m happy for them. With this world around you? How do you do it? I don’t know.
I’ve found happiness and stability through watching art tutorials on YouTube. I want to go to an art school someday. And though my dream of touring and supporting myself through art always remains, is it really realistic? Where have I gone, who knows me? I can’t move out of Virginia from my beloved home sweet home.
That’s what’s been overwhelmingly on my mind lately, I guess. I know it’s venting and it might not make any sense and I’m sorry for that. I just can’t keep this to myself anymore. All I ask of you in the future is please, please be patient and loving with me. Please. I’m trying.
I want to end this with something positive. I’ve found massive comfort and peace amidst such awful stress through Learke lately. It’s genuinely helped me stay positive. I think when I get back, when I’m ready, I want to commission an animation meme that sounds like this.
Just finished my first session with my personal trainer at the gym and I'm honestly ready to cry because I've been so scared of using the equipment with how hypermobile my joints are but the trainer showed me how to use the equipment properly and I might actually be able to get myself back to a healthy point.
I've been so sedentary for the last 4-5 years that my health nosedived and I lost so much of my muscle mass and cardio limits it's not funny.
I'm honestly so excited to start working out and building muscle for my own self image and health. I feel like this must be what gym bros feel like bc I'm so ready to do this.
Gym work is practical if it regularly does. There are many exercise machines for losing and shaping the body. It is not necessary for doing all, but essential is a must. As for belly fat, most people claim cycling is best, while many believe that cardio and vibrating machines work better. So it is on you, which one is suited for you.
Gym exercise machines and devices have different benefits and flaws. Whoever wants to join, first learn the need. If their body is needed exercise, they can choose any of the five gym machines. But now the condition first.
Gym workout is standard now, and many people like to do the treadmill. They believe that the treadmill is healthy for the mind and body. It is also a great idea for losing fat and becoming fit. Now it’s on you, which one you want to do at the gym.
So as I’m working on taking care of my hair, along with improving my overall health, I find it cool the definition of natural curly my hair is.
For years, both fam and myself believe my hair was straight. But I think that’s mostly due to poor health (physically and mentally), and I just didn’t know how to care for myself. Yet, I always knew my hair had somewhat of a bounce to them. Like it always poofy and rarely stood flat. [first pic from last week after washing hair, and still wet. second pic is from high school]
Like my hair always had a wave but can play it off as if I had straight hair. Heck siblings (Les) use to make fun of the fact my hair was “dead straight”. At that, I rarely ever blow dried or flatiron it unless I was made to get a haircut at a Salon. Plus dealing with all those shampoos that just made my head itchy. Too many recommendations, by doctors and fam, to use dandruff shampoos. When I now know it’s that my scalp is just too dry and that takes a different kind of treatment.
It’s funny to me because all my siblings, nieces and nephew, plus parents have different intensity of curly hair. Even cousins, and it took forever for them to learn to take care of it. But I was always treated differently for just about everything.
So it feels nice to learn about my hair and myself, because I’m slowly coming to love all these little details about myself.
My doctor gave me some antibiotics which it turns out im allergic to and the last almost 24 hours have been a nightmare.
There’s literally only like 2-3 antibiotics that are safe for me to take now due to my infection in 2020. This one was one of them but it’s made my whole body itch like insanity.
Doctor is super sweet and added this to my allergy list and called me in another antibiotic.
I’ve been laying in bed all day doped up on Benadryl and covered in menthol itch cream and it’s some of the best sleep I’ve had in ages.
Luck finally ran out for dodging CoV-2. Somewhere in the unusual increase of my social contact since last Thursday, I was already tempting fate. Kept forgetting to get more rapid tests the last few weeks since holiday things were not happening. Finally got some tests handed off at the door yesterday.
Started coughing Tuesday, been steadily a mess from there. This is probably comparable to some of my worst childhood influenzas, and probably would be worse if I wasn’t on my 4th shot.
Can see what people mean by the distorted/loss of sense of taste, my perception of salt and nuanced aromas from things like pepper, ginger, or green onion aren’t great. I’m left with bitter, oily scents like from fish, and concentrated flvours. Oranges started tasting sort of like a mild but raw vinegar, my brain is sure there is supposed to be sugar while not sensing more than the acid bite and liquid.
Real question how do you get protein if you can't have anything derived from milk, gluten, or eggs?
I'm so protein deficient I'm losing muscle mass and my fucking hair
Plz help
Edit: I know my protein is low because of testing by a doctor then told me about things I can't eat and nothing I should. Which sucks because I had no idea where to start