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Am I the asshole for getting a restraining order against my anti-vax sister and her family?
I know that sounds bad but hear me out.
So I (27 M) and my wife (28 F) recently had our first child together six months ago and my parents and sister have started coming over to see our baby girl.
I didn't let them see the baby when she was born because unfortunately my wife and I were in a bad car accident. (Drunk driver ran us off the road and the car rolled down a small cliffside until it flipped over and crashed) we're both ok but my wife is now wheelchair bound and our daughter had to be delivered and put in an incubator for the rest of pregnancy because my wife was only 26 weeks pregnant at the time.
It was a miracle that our baby even survived.
But because my daughter was born so early she has a lot of health problems, including an incredibly weak immune system.
This is where the Am I The Asshole part comes in.
Obviously because of the horrible circumstances my family, particularly my sister, have been very patient on not being able to see the baby until everything settles down.
Well things have settled enough that we felt comfortable enough letting my parents come over to visit and meet their new granddaughter.
And that would've been fine if my sister (30 F) hadn't come too.
My sister is an anti-vaxxer. A hardcore anti-vaxxer.
Like full on believing in essential oils and healing crystals and literally ANYTHING other than traditional medicine. And considering the fact that she spent the entirety of my wife's pregnancy sending her guides for "vaccine detoxes", what essential oils to use and constantly pressuring her not to get our daughter vaccinated...yeah.
(Luckily my wife is way too smart to actually believe that bullshit and kept leaving my sister on read whenever she would start)
So my sister came over and brought her three children with her. None of her children are vaccinated.
She wanted to let her unvaccinated spawns near my heavily immunocompromised infant daughter.
Two of the three spawns were both sick with colds.
I cannot believe she would be that stupid.
So I yelled at her, telling her to take her children and leave because they sure as hell arent coming NEAR my daughter. She yelled at me saying that she wanted to see her niece and her essential oil covered gremlins would help give my daughter "natural immunity" and other anti vax crap. I argued back that if my daughter catches whatever PREVENTABLE diseases the kids are carrying she could very likely DIE.
And it turned into a whole big fight in the driveway. I ended up punching my brother in law (sister's equally anti-vax husband) in the face when he tried to push past me and let the children into my house. (He also punched me twice after that)
It was an entire mess.
Eventually my parents dragged my sister and her husband away and made them leave with their kids.
Once that whole ordeal ended I gave the entire driveway a deep clean and threw out the clothes I was wearing that day. (Call me paranoid but I do not want ANY risk of my baby girl getting sick and very possibly DYING because of my sister and her family)
My wife and I have my sister and her husband blocked on everything and I'm working on getting a restraining order against those people because there is no way in hell you could convince my sister to just vaccinate her children. So I do not want her, her husband or her children anywhere near my family ever again.
So Am I the asshole? My sister certainly thinks I am (my mother told me. she's been yapping away to her facebook group friends about how unfair and horrible I'm being when she did nothing wrong)
What are these acronyms?
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FAMILY FORMATIONS PART FIFTEEN
SUMMARY:
Request from @criminalbenzene
Hi, it’s my first request, so please correct me if needed.
How about reader being sick and Gojo has to buy some medicine while taking care of the kids and he panics a little?
I love your Family Formations series, can’t wait for more xx
CW: swearing, illness, gojo is the best, fluff, the healthiest relationship ever, papa satoru, domestic sweetness
A/N: welcome back to our regular scheduling of domestic sweetness bc the manga breaks our hearts! I love this request it was sm fun and timely bc I currently have the flu so also very self-indulgent. Keep requests comin’ x x
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“AaChOOooO”
Followed by sniffles and then a quick sound of the bathroom door slamming shut, and Satoru was racing into your joint bedroom. Hearing retching from the other side of the door, he pushed it open and crouched beside you, willing himself not to vomit too as he held back your hair.
After a few silent moments, the strength to speak returned and Satoru handed you your water bottle and a cloth.
“You’re sick.” He speaks.
“Oh, am I? Huh - didn’t notice.” You say, going to stand but legs giving way beneath you.
“Oh well I see the flu isn’t immune to sarcasm then – maybe they’ll put it in the next vaccine.” He grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and legs and effortlessly swooshing you up bridal style to carry you into bed.
“What are you doing? I have to get the kids to school.” You were pushed into the bed and rolled into a burrito straitjacket with your comforter.
“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that if you can’t stand it? Gonna bring them there on a leaf with your technique?” He asks, booping your nose.
“Satoru - they’ve to be there in 45 minutes and Megumi isn’t even awake. I –” and the rest of your sentence was cut off by your lungs trying to exit your body.
Rubbing your back through your coughing fit, Satoru sends off several fast and probably dismissive texts.
“I’ll handle it, gotta get you better sweetheart! I’m playing sexy Dr Gojo today.” He laughs, tucking you in, and for once, you don’t have the energy to argue. That’s how he knows you’re ill.
You’re asleep before he even leaves the room.
Wandering languidly into the kitchen he sees Tsumiki, now 9 years old, walking in with a smile on her face, always a morning person – unlike anyone else in the house.
Next come Megumi, a very mature 7, who stumbles in with his frog pyjamas looking like they might be on backwards and his face lost in a tangle of hair.
“Where’s Y/N?” He says, eyeing Satoru. That’s when Satoru realised, he doesn’t know how weekday mornings go in his own house because he always leaves for a quick morning exorcism before he has to start class at 9 am at the high school. He’d been a teacher since about a year you both left high school, but he still took on the biggest share of missions (gotta flex those strongest skills).
“She’s sick, bud. So today! You have me! Woohoo!” They both immediately ask if you are okay, and Tsumiki starts to fuss about doctors and medicine.
“She’s okay guys - it’s just the flu, Yaga had it last week, so she probably picked it up at school. Now – who wants breakfast?” He asks, wrapping your flowery pink apron with bows and frills around his slim waist.
The kids glance warily at each other – Satoru was many things, but a chef wasn’t one of them. He winds up attempting to make bacon and eggs, but the eggs are so salty, and the bacon so burned that even Tsumiki ever so politely pushes it across the table, not before frowning at her dramatically gagging brother.
“Okay, fruit and yoghurt it is!” Undeterred, Satoru opens the fridge and grabs a cherry yoghurt for Tsumiki and a mango one for Megumi – their respective favourite flavours. After that he sends both kids off to get dressed and packs what he thinks will make an AWESOME lunch. They won’t be as fun as yours, as you’d become obsessed with making the coolest lunchboxes for all four of you after finding a woman on TikTok doing the same – you loved making the veggies into silly shapes. You and Satoru were eating lunch together at school one day, and as you made sure there was nobody else around you opened both your lunchboxes and he cackled laughing at the fact that in the two adults boxes, there were carrots and tomatoes stuck together with toothpicks to look like penises. God, he loved you. They each get two jam sandwiches, white bread for Megumi and brown for Tsumiki (he’s getting pretty pleased at how much he’s remembering) then some veggie sticks for both because, as you put it,
“As much as we’d all love to exist solely on sugar ‘Toru, the kids especially need fruit and veggies. But yeah, we can have cake for dinner.”
Then a filled-up water bottle for both and a candy bar in each too. He then remembers the little funny notes you pack into all four lunchboxes; he finds the pen and paper and writes two little notes, remembering how you never do very emotional ones for Megumi because they make him uncomfortable, but Tsumiki loves manifestation notes.
On Megumi’s, he draws a frog with crazy spikey hair and a scowl and on Tsumiki’s he writes ‘I’m a kick-ass kid with really cool braid my awesome dad did.’
He puts the boxes in their backpacks and then ushers Tsumiki to your and hers matching ‘get ready’ tables and puts on a YouTube tutorial of French braids and if he says so himself, absolutely nails them. Tsumiki squeals in delight seeing the elaborate decorations of sparkling clips he added and then hugs him and runs to put on her shoes. Satoru then turns to Megumi.
“We gotta do something about that bird's nest kid. How about hair like mine?” He says, fully expecting to be shot down with a blunt insult.
To his utter shock, the kid shrugs, and if Megumi had been facing Satoru, the older man would have seen a spark of excitement in the kid’s eyes. He runs a comb and his hands through his jet-black spikes and then adds some sculpting balm to keep it secure and there is then ying and yang of white and black hairstyles in the hallway mirror.
“Looking almost as handsome as me kid – go break some 8 year old hearts.” Satoru winks at him.
Megumi – inside – is really happy with how his hair looks. He knows Satoru is handsome and his mom is always complimenting him on his ‘pretty snowflake hair’, plus, he’d never tell anyone – but Satoru can be kinda cool. Wouldn’t be the worst thing to look kinda like him, so he turns away from the mirror with a tiny smile.
Loading the kids into the back of his Aston Martin V12, patting your 1956 Cadillac eldorado (baby pink, a 21st birthday gift from Satoru - you’d been saying it was your dream car since you met at 16)
“You get a rest today, old girl.” That car was your pride and joy.
He manages to get them to school with 5 minutes to spare and he is very proud of himself.
On the way home, he pulls into the store and grabs any and all medication he can find. One of each? Do you need painkillers? Cough syrup – get that. Anti- nausea pills? You had a fever that morning – oh my god, is it serious? Do you need the hospital? The sudden memory of a 6 year old Megumi with a fever and you fretting saying that if it got higher you’d have to bring him to hospital. He didn’t even check your temperature, oh my god he’s the worst boyfriend ever. Can fevers get so high they burn you? He should get burn cream. He had been so focused on getting the kids to school so you wouldn’t stress yourself out that he hadn’t had time to think yet. What did you do when the kids were sick? He was usually panicking when they were sick and you – ever practical and motherly, had asked Shoko for advice. Think, Satoru, think. Ice cream.
You’d given the kids ice cream.
The kids.
Wait, were you pregnant?!
Oh god. You were vomiting in the MORNING.
A baby? You two were 21 – and already had 2 kids. But oh – a tiny mix of you and him? He hoped it would have your cute nose.
Hang on – no, you had an IWD. No, IUD? Yeah, IUD. You weren’t pregnant.
Ice cream.
He needed ice cream and he got your favourite peach iced tea and decided to pick up your favourite boba on the way home.
He opened the door and immediately heard coughing, he ran through the house reaching your bedroom and then flung himself onto the bed beside you.
“‘Toru? Why aren’t you at work?” You ask, voice hoarse and raw.
“How can I leave the sick bed of my little wife? You might need the hospital – or water, or kisses. I need to check your fever and make sure you’re not dying.” He frets around you adjusting cushions and blankets.
You can’t help but giggle at his panicked face.
“Baby, first off – you haven’t put a ring on it yet. Next, I’m okay, I have the flu. A day or two in bed with some paracetamol and I’ll be fine. You can chill out, I’m worried about making you sick though.”
You frown at him.
“You are not a doctor! You don’t know this! What if you fever gets higher? What if you vomit your insides up? What if you cough so much you can’t breath? I have my infinity, I can’t get sick!”His words are coming a mile a minute.
“SATORU!” You grab his face in your hands.
Wide icey blue eyes stare back at you.
“I called Shoko when you were out, it’s the flu. I’m okay. You can calm down, now pass me the iced tea and medicine and get into bed with me and watch a film.” Feeling safe to kiss him, you plant a kiss on his forehead – heart swollen by the sheer amount of care and love emanating from him. You were so fucking loved and it felt amazing, especially since you also loved him with every fibre of your being, you’d burn the world for him.
He does as you ask and snuggles in beside you.
He curls you onto his chest, stroking your scalp to ease the headache and you hum at the relief.
“Just having you here makes me feel a million times better already, ‘toru. Thank you. I love you.” You whisper into his T-shirt, a soft smile dancing on your flushed face.
“I love you too, princess. Always. I just wish I could hollow purple the flu for making my babygirl feel shitty.”
At this you let out a loud laugh and reach for the bag of medicine from the pharmacy.
“I know you would ‘toru. And I’d do the same for you.”
He leans to grab the remote to switch on your tv and load up Jurassic Park, your comfort film.
“‘Toru, why did you get me burn cream?”
#submission#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#jjk#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo fluff#anime#dad!gojo#jujutsu kaisen imagines#pixie writes: family formations
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I'm waiting for this migraine to die so I'm gonna tell you guys about Marshall, the dog who made me quit. read on if you wanna learn about extended quarantine and why this job sucks sometimes and other times is the most rewarding thing on the planet, often for the same reasons lmao.
in 2021, the weight of covid was kinda crashing down. i heard this was the case for a lot of health workers. we switched into emergency mode throughout 2020 and powered through, then the rest of the world decided to try and "get back to normal" a year later, giving no regard to the people who'd been working like a speeding train with the brakes off all that time. i was losing it!!! add a few more hay bales to my back when we hired a new doc who was the most demanding dude I'd ever met (still is, but we've come to some understanding lol) and who decided to run me as ragged as possible the first day he was left to his own devices.
that was the day Marshall came in.
i didn't talk about this back then because the outcome of the case was uncertain and the details so specific, but here's the run down knowing that 2 years later, Marshall is living his best life. when he was a baby, too young to have received a rabies vaccine, his owners found a rabies positive bat in the house. the state vet will always recommend euthanasia in these situations, OR, if you can somehow find and afford the option, a 6 month quarantine. this was such a tragic situation the owners were willing to try to save him. my clinic happens to have a decent isolation ward that's rarely in use; we use it for infectious patients like parvo puppies, uri's that have to be hospitalized, etc. so my boss agreed to take him for those 6 months. but the owners' caveat was that if he wasn't mentally adjusting to isolation after a couple weeks, they would euthanize so as not to put him through it and leave him with lifelong behavior issues.
that day, when animal control brought Marshall in the middle of an insane rush, we were short staffed and already at the end of our ropes with this new doc. i was the only qualified person who could talk to the officer. i was the only person who could take him back to isolation. the act of putting a 12 week old puppy in a 4 x 4 run where i knew he would either spend 6 months untouched, or never see the outside again, broke me. last straw.
i was a mess, for the rest of that day and the rest of that weekend having to go in and take care of him, when it was too early for him to adjust so i was sure he wouldn't make it. I'd come home sobbing. eventually jose was just like, "this isn't worth it any more," and i sent in a two weeks notice. i'd come close to doing so many times in the previous 6 years but never pulled the trigger. it took a total meltdown. my managers responded with regret, but understanding.
i wish i could've just felt free and done with it but for those two weeks i was just uncertain. this job is so complicated. the benefits for my pets are enormous; it's my main social network; it's income; I'm good at it and it gives me purpose. it's just also hell on earth! with no pressure from anyone else one way or the other, by the end of two weeks I'd decided to instead try going part time. that's where I'm at 2 years later so guess it worked lol.
but! there was still Marshall. shortly after we took him, we also happened to get a call for the same situation on 2 cats, and decided to take them as well. 3 animals on a 6 month quarantine. very new and daunting for all of us.
that first weekend was hard, but slowly, Marshall figured things out. it was the least ideal situation imaginable and i was at rock bottom and so was he, but i had this moment of like.....ok. if he wants to make this work, I'm gonna do as right by him as possible. and of course all us techs were helping him (one of my road dog coworkers always opened so i referred to her as his "morning mom") but i in particular took a special interest in training and enrichment. it became a passion. i was working less, but i volunteered extra weekends so i could see him more.
he was so young he hadn't even done much basic command training, and the fact that i couldn't touch him at all was a challenge. i started with a clicker to signal I'd rolled a treat into his run, since i couldn't give it to him directly. over those months we went through the basics: sit, down, paw, touch, using a back scratcher for a hand. part of the worry was him getting enough exercise; we noticed that when he'd get agitated, he'd jump on the bars non stop. i was like hmm that might be our only option, so i made "up" a command. i'd basically run burpies for exercise, up-sit-down-sit-up. he was a fast learner, very attentive. seeing him keep his wits about him like that was straight up thrilling. he even "potty trained" himself, barking like crazy whenever he'd go to the bathroom so we'd know right away he needed the run cleaned.
in the ward, there are 2 runs and 3 kennels. i trained Marshall to go back and forth between runs so we could clean. we'd have his food waiting for him in the next run over so he could eat while we'd clean; at the midday switch, he'd have a doggie popsicle. he was such a smart dog i knew toys and treats alone weren't cutting it for enrichment, and i couldn't constantly train him when i still had to be doing the rest of my job.
i started having everyone save every single box and paper-packaging that came in. i'd unfold some boxes for "bedding," so he'd at least have something between him and the concrete (he'd chew and eat any blanket we tried giving him). the rest, i turned into puzzles. i put treats inside and closed them up. put big boxes on their side in his run so he could go in and out. crumpled up paper-packaging with treats mixed in for him to dig through. every day i'd turn one run into a box-toy paradise, let him in, clean the other, and by the time i was checking back in on him he was snoozing in a pile of destruction. success. when other techs wouldn't go to the same lengths, i'd stay late pre-making his boxes and telling people to just throw them in dammit. i also queued several ambient sound playlists, birdsong cityscapes etc, to play on the weekend days when he was alone for long periods.
the months went by like this. i learned more about training, enrichment, and most specifically quarantine than i ever had outside of my experiences with my own puppies. we fell into a routine. we straight up loved each other, he was part of my life. he'd been this horrible trigger and pretty much doubled my workload, but he got to live.
then there were the cats! they were a little easier than Marsh just because they were already adults so didn't have all this energy to wrangle. for them, daily cleaning of course, taking turns going into the 1 empty kennel where i'd have treats, catnip, and other "new" smells waiting for them. for enrichment i focused on reconfiguration. every 2-3 days i'd rearrange things in their kennels, with the big pieces being a litter box, a bed, and an upright sturdy box (so they could either be in it or on top of it, giving them one upper level). it was habitat tetris. we'd play with strings and use the back scratcher for pets. then about every week, i'd switch their kennels to slightly change their view AND traded beds to mingle scents. they were from the same household and we were worried there'd be difficulty re-bonding after not being in direct contact for so long. they also did very well by the end of 6 months aside from gaining a lot of weight (oops). i learned just as much from them, and would love to help anyone else who might struggle with needing to quarantine pets.
i've seen people posting for help about similar situations and just wanna scream from the rooftops: the beginning is very daunting and hopeless, but animals aren't like us!!!!!! they do the best with what they got!!!!! if you work hard and keep them clean and develop a routine it'll all work out!!!!! Marshall walked out of there at 6 months a normal happy puppy in desperate need of a haircut.
it's interesting because i've never interacted much with his owners. i don't think they know i'm the one who kept him from losing his mind in there, even though everyone else at the clinic does, and i'm weirdly ok with that. the other day he came in cuz the dummy ate a bunch of meds he wasn't supposed to; the doc brought him to the back and instantly, Marshall rushed right for me. he still remembers me in a good way. there's still love. it's like...one of the few patient relationships i've had that feels truly deeply personal. in retrospect i think he had a bigger hand in healing my relationship with this career and animals in general than i realized at the time.
so thanks for making me quit Marshall. i feel a lot better now.
(i don't have any pics of him from that time (tragic ssd card accident) but he was an overgrown doodle puppy so he looked like this.)
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It’s been a while, may I kindly ask for more monster handler? 🥺🥺
Sure! The rest of it is on ao3! Here is the link
This is the start of the end! Finally wanting to wrap this bad boy up. Super short because I am still raw dogging writers block rn
Ghost sat on his roof at night like usual. He heard the flap of wings and quickly glanced back. That wasn't Alex.
Graves stood there, wings pinned against his back. "Hey. Saw you up here."
Ghost stared at him, mouth immediately twisting. "Ah. Hi."
Graves perched nearby. "I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"I was introduced the way I was. Price explained some stuff to me. Nothing personal, just that he was your handler. I know how... important that can be. And how isolating being like this can be at the best of times." Graves sighed and stayed standing, wings fluttering softly.
Ghost tilted his head. "Have you had... issues?"
"I was told I was getting a vaccine and woke up tied up and with fucking wings. Yeah, I've had fucking issues. Left the military immediately."
"How?"
"How what?"
"How did you get out?" Ghost looked up at him.
Graves shrugged. "One day, I just... left. I got ready and during a mission, I simply never went to exfil. Only way to really escape this ya know?"
Ghost frowned. "You deserted?"
"There is no end. If they didn't want me to desert, they would've given me a choice. A way out. I would've stayed a lot longer if I knew one day I could retire."
Ghost shook his head. "I would never."
Graves nodded. "Then you'll die in service. No shame either way. Least not from me." He nodded. "I hope you find peace from what ever you're dealing with." He simply walked off the roof and went straight down.
Ghost would never. He'd die for the military. In battle. Soap by his side. Soap made everything better. Easier.
Then six years later, Ghost was tired again. And unlike last time, it was not the type of tired where he hoped the next bullet wouldn't miss or he'd tear apart. It was the type of tired where he simply wanted to lay in the bed he had at Soap's place and sleep. Then get up and make himself tea and Soap coffee.
Regularly, he found himself imagining life where he was just... him. Not a civilian, but not a soldier either. The idea weighted on him, but it was addicting. He found himself returning to it again and again
Soap noticed, of course he did. He smiled at him, a crisp 30 now. He looked a little more aged, but still so full of energy. His hands went through Ghost's hair and gently stroked his tufts. "What's wrong, Simon?"
Simon didn't have an answer. Soap was his handler and his lover and his best friend and he just... wasn't sure how to explain to him that being his house husband was sometimes all he wanted. To keep the house clean and just... rest after years of being the best soldier he could be. It didn't help that he knew it was impossible.
Soap sighed. "When you're ready to talk about it, tell me, yeah?"
"I will. I promise. Just.... need to get my head straight first."
"That's my job. Taking care of you." Soap kissed his forehead, featherlight. He knew exactly what to do each time. How to keep Ghost feeling secured.
During their next mission, the thought consumed him. He could just walk away. Be assumed dead.
Should he tell Soap first? Or surprise him when he comes on leave?
What about Price? They had since mended their friendship, but Price was still a Captain. Would he tell?
Would Soap?
Would he be dragged back? Forced to keep doing this? Missions and fighting and watching his body mend less and less human.
Alex would one day.
Alejandro might not, but he didn't have to. He hadn't been marked down as a monster in years.
Sorry.
"ESU"
Ghost sighed and took down the target.
Soap smiled at him.
Not today.
Not... Not this mission.
#Experiment au#Monster au#Monster!Ghost#Monster Ghost#Simon Ghost Riley#Johnny Soap MacTavish#Captain John Price#John Price#Cod#Call of Duty Modern Warfare
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Nishidake Household: Chapter 5, Part 1
In this part the Nishidake household hit a few roadbumps with the inclusion of the health mods.
Back to Mt Komorebi where the Nishidake household sleeps. Last rotation they got the news that Kaori’s grandparents had left a large inheritance for her and her wife. The Nishidake family are the guardians of the mountain, a mantle which requires loyalty to the region. Specifically you can go somewhere on holiday, but if you take steps to move away you will die. At least according to a bunch of dead ancestors who tried, including Kaori’s parents.
Charlie: We better get up
Kaori: Clover’s belly is not the boss of us
Clover: *barks hungrily*
Kaori: Who am I kidding? Her belly is totally the boss of us
Charlie: *laughs* I can go feed her if you want first shower
Kaori: Please. I had a not great fall yesterday and my muscles are still aching
Charlie: You should have said, I could have given you a massage
Kaori: I’ve maxed my snowboarding skill, I’m not meant to have falls
Charlie: Everyone has falls *to Clover* Come on my honey pie, who wants biscuits?
Charlie: Did you get back in your pyjamas? *kisses cheek*
Kaori: Yeah, they’re comfy
Charlie: Remember we need to go to the doctors first thing
Kaori: Why? Since when
Charlie: Mum text about a new mod. Apparently we need vaccines and to go see a gynaecologist
Kaori: Char only one of us got a bio degree
Charlie: Oh, they just look at our pixel parts and tell us if we’re healthy
Kaori: What? I don’t want some stranger looking at my pixel parts
Charlie: We don’t have a choice
Kaori: Sure we do! We just don’t go. It’s not like we’re going to get pregnant or one of us is sleeping with someone who has a pixel parts infection
Charlie: We don’t need to be trying to get pregnant for our reproductive organs to stuff up and explode
Kaori: *suspiciously* You’re just being gloomy right? Our organs won’t actually explode…
Charlie: Guess the only way for you to find out is to come with me
Kaori: *rolls eyes* Fine. How much will it set us back
Charlie: Don’t worry. All players on the team get health insurance, we’ll be fine, it won’t cost as much
Kaori: Brilliant! We could use the savings on a new couch
Charlie: Umm, I don’t think that’s how savings work. And we hardly ever sit on the couches anyway
Kaori: Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have nice ones. And I’m not suggesting we use the inheritance on ourselves, but you and I do get income we can spend. You knew you were marrying a shop-a-holic Char, I like nice things
Charlie: Am I included in these nice things
Kaori: Only if you take a shower
Charlie: Oh, she burns!
Kaori: Shut up, you know I still have a fear of fire. I’ll get the dishes, you shower so we can get these medical visits over with
Clover: *barks* Hope I don’t have any medical visits
Kaori: We survived!
Charlie: Heck yeah. Now, about what the doctor said…
Kaori: Char she said I’m neurodivergent, it’s not like we need to be worried or sad or whatever
Charlie: I’m gloomy, I can’t help it. Do you want me to go to the psychiatrist with you
Kaori: Nah, I’ll be sweet. Can you get started on the chores for me though?
Charlie: Does gardening count
Kaori: So long as you don’t let Clover track the dirt through the house
Charlie: I won’t. But I know you enjoy vacuuming so… I’ll leave that for you?
Kaori: *laughs* Guilty! Okay, I’ll vacuum when I’m back
Charlie gets started on her indoor garden. She learned how to garden during her biology degree with Rahul, not that she’d tell her dad that she’d ignored his many attempts to teach her about soil types and fertiliser strengths. She’s calling out to Clover every so often when she realises Clover is barking differently than normal.
Charlie: You better not be inviting around the hound dogs
Clover: *barks to the hound dogs*
Charlie: We’re getting you spayed so don’t even think about it
Kaori: What’s all the noise in here
Charlie: You back? How’d it go
Kaori: Did you say we’re getting this precious angel spayed
Charlie: I did indeed yell that
Clover: *barks in love*
Kaori: But... Charlie... puppies could be so cute!
Charlie: No
Kaori: Why not? You got her and Allie as puppies
Charlie: Over population K. There’s enough strays out there without adding to the surplus
Kaori and Clover go to the garden room where Charlie is fighting a temporary bug invasion.
Kaori: But what if... we kept the puppies
Charlie: *sighs* K, pregnancy is hard and labour is rough. Yes you may end up with cute puppies but think about what Clover would have to go through. It’s not right for us to put her through that when we can get her fixed
Kaori: *pouts* Suppose
Charlie: I don’t want to be pregnant. You don’t want to be pregnant. Why would we make her do something we’re not willing to go through ourselves huh?
Kaori: You’re right, I know you’re right. She just really seems to want to make puppies
Clover: *barks in love*
Charlie: It’s hormones. Should calm down when she’s fixed. Now what did the psychiatrist say
Kaori: That I have… wait he did write it down somewhere for me…
Clover: *barks in love*
Charlie: Honey pie mummies are talking right now
Kaori: Oh, I kept it on my phone. I have this thing called… Dysgraphia? I think that’s how it’s pronounced
Charlie: I haven’t heard of it before
Kaori: Yeah me neither
Charlie: Do they think we need to be worried at all
Kaori: No. It’s just why I have trouble writing neatly and getting stuff from my head onto paper
Charlie: Did they want you to start anything like meds or tutoring or something
Kaori: Depends on how much I’m bothered. Like I have the film and literature hobby but I enjoy experiencing stories more than creating them you know. I’ll see how I go
With the garden tidied Charlie gets into her uniform and heads off to work.
Kaori: Good luck playing Char! We'll be listening and watching
Charlie: Thanks. Hey Clover, I’ll see you when you have less organs
Clover: *whines*
Kaori: Here we are, standard vets. I’ll go sign you in for a spay, come on Clover
Clover: *whines in love*
Kaori: Let’s see… do we have an account here? We should do, we took Allie here after all
Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* Lady you’re in my puddle
Kaori: Spay… spay… spay! Here we go, all signed up
Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* The service here is terrible
Kaori: I’m lucky this screen lights up. Why is it so dark in here?
Clover: *barks* Puddle! I must jump in as tribute to Peanut
Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* Make your own puddle to play in
Clover: *barks* But this one is right here and I need to roll
Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *runs from the scene of the crime*
Justin: Hey lady, your dog is making a mess! All over the floor
Kaori: Maybe you should wait for the vet outside Clover
Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *smirks in victorious cat*
Cora: Clover? Clover?
Clover: *barks* That’s my name, don’t wear it out
Cora: You’re a nice doggy, right
Clover: *barks* Why do you look scared
Sick Non Fox: *barks* Get out of my way!
Clover: *growls* You get out of my way fire feet
Sick Non Fox: Why hasn’t the vet taken you in yet? Do you have rabies
Clover: *growls* I do not have rabies
Kaori: So do you have a cat or-
Brant: Three dogs, the youngest one seems to have something wrong with his feet. Luckily we live nearby
Kaori: Oh man I live all the way in Mt Komorebi, but this is pretty much the only vet clinic in the world
Brant: Tell me about it
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Cora: Nice doggy? Want to play
Clover: *barks* at least that rhymes with spay
Sick Non Fox: You’re getting your organs taken out? Loser. I can breed free
Clover: *growls* I pity any offspring of your ridiculous looking self
Cora: Here we are. If you could just get her to sit on the treadmill
Kaori: Clover, sit. What was the delay?
Cora: Oh, you know, just wanted to check some things
Clover disappears into the machine…
Kaori: What do you mean? What things
Cora: Not to worry. This is my first time doing a spay but I did learn how to tell the difference between the uterus and the bladder
Clover: *whines*
Kaori: Is she okay in there
Cora: She’ll be fine. Now the procedure does fit her with a cone. We recommend *thinks hard* that it stay on for the rest of the day
Kaori takes Clover home feeling less than confident in the nurses abilities but Clover seems fine apart from the cone. Charlie will be working until 9 but the fridge is almost empty so Kaori starts on dinner.
Kaori: I’m sorry we won’t have puppies Clover, they would have been cute. Maybe in a few years mummy will let us get another puppy huh?
Clover: *barks dejectedly*
Kaori: Of course, we could always just go adopt a puppy as a surprise
Clover: *barks questioningly*
Kaori: I know babykins, you’re right. Rescue pets do not make good surprise gifts
Kaori turns on the radio while she eats so she can tune in to Charlie’s game. She’ll watch it properly when she’s eaten but she likes to catch the start. It’s a rough game for Charlie’s team, they don’t win, and Charlie gets subbed out ten minutes before then end. She returns home gloomier than usual.
Kaori: Do you want a massage
Charlie: You watched the game huh
Kaori: I did
Charlie: I hate when coach subs me out at the end. I’m the best on the team for the penalty shootouts
Kaori: I suppose you can’t win them all
Charlie: This stupid reporter-
Kaori: Hey, have some food while we talk. You look pretty wiped out
Charlie: You left me the last of the Pho?
Kaori: I had to cook so I figured I’d let you have it
Charlie: Aww thanks K. You’re sweet
Kaori: Now you mentioned reporter
Charlie: *sighs* So it’s post match press and this guy calls the loss one of the worst ever to happen in soccer. Which I get, it was a rough end. But he was asking me who was responsible? Did the dude not see I wasn’t even on the pitch for the end?
Kaori: Did you tell him off
Charlie: I thought about it, but I didn’t want to throw coach under the bus. Then she’d have even more reason to bench me. So I spouted some nonsense about teamwork. I swear they target me with the tricky questions because they know I’m gloomy and they’re searching for a soundbite
Kaori: Come here, I love you and your gloominess. It keeps me and my cheerfulness grounded
Charlie: *sighs* I suppose so. I guess I should do the dishes
Kaori: No, I got them. I think somebody wants their cone off
Charlie: Oh Clover, Honey pie? Who wants to be free again?
Clover: *barks* Have mercy on me
Charlie: Does my brave girl need a hug, huh? Do you need a hug?
The tired trio head to the bedroom together and fall asleep.
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You're Misty's patient, and she quickly decides she wants you to be more...
SUBMISSION: Reader has To go to the hospital to get an injection but is terrified of reader,Misty has kinda been like stalking the reader and is the nurse to give her the injection. Reader is like really upset and crying cuz of the needle so Misty distracts her by giving her kisses but reader passes out because of the adrenaline from having tiger an injection and she wakes up in mistys house (you can chose what happens from there )
The pandemic had been a horrific experience for you for many reasons. Of course there was lockdown, and you had lost your job at one point, and so many of your friends had become terribly sick, but the vaccine and subsequent boosters were so difficult for you.
You had a phobia of injections, and it never got any easier. When the latest booster came out, a friend of yours let you know that you could get it for free at a local nursing home. Although odd, you were glad not to put down a co-pay for it.
You arrived with sweaty palms and an elevated heart rate. The woman at the front desk lead you into one of the back rooms, and you had a seat on a chair. Your hands gripped the arm rests, your legs quivering. "Jesus, I am too old for this." You whispered to yourself.
There was a knock at the door, and an all too chipper voice behind it. "Hello," it sang, "are you decent?"
"Yes." You responded shakily.
Misty waltzed into the room, as joyful as ever, and gave you a big smile. "Y/N?"
"That's me."
"Are you okay?" She asked, suddenly very concerned at your body language.
"I kind of have a fear of needles." You chuckled, embarrassed.
Misty cocked her head to the side. "Don't you worry about that, sweetie, I will take great care of you. My name is Misty. I'm kind of known here to be the best at this."
"The best at giving shots?" You joked.
"Yeah!" She responded in all seriousness. "What else, silly?"
You cleared your throat, your eyes widening as she laid out the injection and needle on the table next to you. She sat in front of you, your knees touching. "You know... I could give you an anti-anxiety medication to relieve some of your symptoms?" Misty said to you.
Tears stung your eyes and you wrapped your arms around yourself tightly. "Y-Yeah. Maybe that would be a good idea."
She left for a moment and returned with a paper cup, and a white pill inside it. She handed it to you, and you swallowed it dry.
"Let's get this done." She said, speeding up her pace. "Can you lift your sleeve for me?"
You looked down at your top. "I uh... I don't think my sleeve will go up that far."
"Okay. So... let's just take the shirt off." Misty smiled.
You were too upset to argue and you lifted the shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. Misty wiped your arm down with an alcohol pad, and you burst into tears. That familiar sterile smell sent you over the edge.
"Oh, honey." Misty cooed, taking the syringe in her hand. "It's just a quick pinch, I promise."
You covered your face with your other hand, crying silently. It was a quick pinch, she had been right, but the burning sensation in your arm was deeply unpleasant.
"All done!" She cheered, throwing away her tools. She bent down to help you put your shirt back on, and then she kissed your forehead. "Is that medication kicking in at all?"
You sniffled, looking forward at her face. It looked funny now, almost like you were viewing her from underwater. "I... I think so..."
Then, everything went black.
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When you came to, you were lying down on a very soft bed. Were these silk sheets, you wondered, in a nursing home? You rubbed your eyes, and when they fluttered opened, you immediately realized you were no longer in a nursing home. The room was elegantly decorated and very clean. The walls were a lavender, and the bedding was different shades of purple. You started to panic. Where the fuck were you?
You didn't have much time to think before Misty popped into the room holding a tray of food. "Oh thank goodness, you're awake!"
"What am I doing here?" You shot up, backing up into the headboard.
"Well, silly, you passed out." Misty responded, bringing the tray to the bed. "They told me we were either calling an ambulance or slapping you awake to get out of there, but I thought it would be better to make you comfortable. You were so upset."
Maybe you should have been more distressed by these circumstances, but you supposed there were worse things than waking up in the bed of a beautiful woman.
"I made you grilled cheese and tomato soup, and a nice tall glass of water." She grinned at you. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes." You responded, grabbing for the sandwich. It was delicious, you had to admit. Cheddar and feta in between two pieces of delightfully buttery sourdough. "Oh my God."
Misty sat next to you on the bed now, her hip pressing up against yours. "I thought you might like it."
You turned your head to look at Misty in the eye. "Is that the only thing you thought I might like?"
Misty blushed, her cheeks turning red. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well." You shrugged, taking another bite of the sandwich. "You brought me into your home, placed me on your bed," you looked down at your clothes, realizing now that she had replaced them with something more comfortable, "and have apparently seen me naked already. So I'm assuming there was somewhat of an ulterior motive here."
"I didn't see you naked, silly." Misty laughed. "Why would I take off your undergarments?"
You raised an eyebrow at her. "It's kind of hot."
"I-Is it?" She stuttered.
You nodded. "I'm into it."
"Well if you finish your food," Misty breathed, "then maybe we can pick up where I left off."
You smirked. "Sounds good to me."
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still alive
yesterday i was resolved to leave the house for a minute, which i did eventually-- around noon, it got up above 20F for a minute, and it was bright sunshine, so I bundled up and went out.
Dude has been trying to dig us out for two days. There are about two solid inches of ice on the ground, over about half an inch of snow. I shoveled at the driveway for a minute, but then I realized the sunshine was likely to be acting more on my car, and spent a while cracking the ice off my car. So my car is now more or less driveable out of its carapace of ice, even though the driveway isn't yet really passable.
I then walked down to the nearest pokestop, but I couldn't make it there. The sidewalks of the high school across the street were clear, but not the block beyond, and the street is too busy and not quite wide enough for it to be safe to walk in the street. Anywhere the ice crust hasn't been removed from is a sheet of solid ice, frictionless-- I saw an Instagram reel of someone ice skating on their driveway, and I believe it. So I managed to cross the street and stand on a snowbank and spin the disc at a pokegym, and then I beat up everyone in the gym and took it over out of a sheer need to feel alive, and then spun the disc a second time and walked back home. It's just not possible to reach any of the other ones close to my house because the sidewalks are impassible.
So I walked home and went back inside and drank a bunch of water and then for the first time I did feel like maybe I am sick, so I lay down and took a nap and really was useless for the rest of the day.
Still no fever.
Someone replied on a previous post and it was in my notifications but I couldn't ever actually see the reply, and now I've forgotten who it was, but they were asking about my vaccine status I think, and yes-- I've had four or five doses, I lose count, of the Pfizer vaccine, including the most recent one which was the bivalent whatsit, which I had in mmmmmm October or November maybe? I genuinely don't remember, it was late 2022 when they were widely available.
Medical advice is wildly conflicting as well, they told my mother that getting Covid would make her immune, but I read a good paper which of course I can't find now that suggests that for most people Covid destroys immunity like the measles and so if you've had it you should consider your vaccines wiped out. I genuinely don't know what the truth there is.
I'm sure the vaccine is why mine is so mild now though. And it is, I just have been sleeping a lot in the last 36 hours, and I'll just keep that up I think. I wish I were getting more done on my projects but being alive is good too so I'll take it.
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Have you ever wished you weren’t diagnosed as autistic? I do. My parents thought something was wrong with me and took me to an iq test at the age of two. I ended up getting some ridiculous score that was like 167 or something stupid but the proctor noticed that I had unique behaviors.
Mind you, the vaccines caused autism baloney came out around the time I was tested. So I got an autism diagnosis as a result.
The next two decades were full of being seen as an embarrassment and a disappointment. If I got less than perfection on my grades in elementary school I knew I would have to prove why I didn’t get anything absolutely perfect. I watched special ed teachers slam other kid’s heads into the table until they bled and they couldn’t say a damn thing against it because they were nonverbal. My needs didn’t matter because no one knew what my needs were. I had such bad anxiety I constantly vomited at school. I remember the layouts of all the school clinics more than any teacher’s class. I was labelled a hypochondriac and a liar. I was thrashed in the sixth grade and put into homeschool, where my parents made me teach myself as they were busy with work. Both of them. I was isolated and not allowed to leave the house for a year and a half, when I skipped eighth grade due to acing two grades of state exams. I have a deep abhorrence for myself and I’m starting to learn that autism may be more than just a symptom but my whole outlook on life. Could you teach me how to smile like you do?
hi :)
first of all, i just wanna say that i am so sorry that you went through and witnessed all that you did, nobody should have to go through that, especially for something they can’t control
and you’re right when you say that autism isn’t a symptom, because it’s more like a collection of traits, behaviors, and perspectives that make you the person you are
autism affects you to the point that establishing a line between your autism and you, isn’t very plausible, and it’s easier to just consider yourself as autistically you
but please know that the way other people treat you isn’t a reflection of who you are, but rather the person they are (in this case, a very awful one)
also:
you aren’t an embarrassment or a disappointment because you’re autistic
you aren’t a liar or a hypochondriac for voicing your needs
what you are however is someone who’s trying their damn hardest and isn’t being appreciated nowhere near enough, even though you should be appreciated no matter your level of effort or results
now i can’t tell you a perfect guide on how to be happy, but i can tell you that you deserve all the happiness and love in the world, and i hope that from now rather than trying to be perfect, you just try to be happy, and know that your smile should always come before anything that makes you frown
#this is your life and you deserve to fill it with smiles and laughter#you can try to be perfect as much as other people want you to be#but you’ll never be able to because you already are#if they can’t see that then i feel sorry that they are missing out on someone like you#autism#autistic#actually autistic#asd#autism spectrum disorder#on the spectrum#autistic problems#autism problems#ableism#autism acceptance
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Please, tell me what you think? :( ...
I have serious social phobia. Really really serious. Still, there are some things that I can't do and things that I can. For example: I can't go to the grocery alone (the groceries around my house are too small and everyone knows my parents, those are the main reasons that make it worse for me), but I can catch a bus, a train and go to a big shopping alone. I can go to places I've never been before because a friend asked me to. At least I feel like I can, but my dad treats me like I'm 8 years old (I'm 20). This makes me furious to the point I want to cry. I've been keeping everything inside me all this time, but recently I feel like I've finally started to speak up for myself. My mother isn't like him and she stays by my side.
I never leave my house at this period in my life because I also have depression and I have no places to go (I'm jobless and I'm trying to enter university). I also have no friends right now, because I only went to school all my life (all my friends were from there), but, ever since it ended in 2021, I talk to no one. There wasn't really a chance to keep any friendships, since I live really far away from everyone and I never wanted to go out (and if I wanted, my dad wouldn't let me go alone). But sometimes I have to go out to do something important. Get vaccinated, take my dog to the pet shop, go to the doctor. Those are all really close to my house. Do you think my dad would let me go alone? No. He even went with me for my entrance exam days when I badly asked him not to. I cried during the first minutes of the tests because I was so stressed. Today he said that we would never leave me alone in our house if he and my mom were both gone for a couple of days for some reason. I said "I'm turning 20, not 8. What am I gonna do if I'm alone here? Put my finger in the socket and get shocked? Set the house on fire? A person is 20 and can't even stay alone?" But he simply doesn't care.
My question is: sometimes I think "I can't even go to the grocery alone, so he is right to see me like I'm 8" but I also think "there are things I can't do, like go to the grocery alone, but there are things that I CAN do" and that if I say I can do something I should be respected and he should let me do it. What do you think is right? Should I do something differently?
Your dad is in the wrong here. Having struggles in one area or even a whole lot of areas does in no way mean that you should be constantly infantilized and treated like a little child. If your dad was a good parent, he would go with you to the grocery store and THEN cheer you on as you go do the things you CAN do independently instead of forcing you into a box of incompetence and overprotection
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“Isolation Activities” versus Isolation as Lifestyle
When people ask me how long I’ve been isolating I usually say something like February 2020. But in all honesty, I hadn’t been leaving the house much at all for about 3 years prior. In 2017, I became quite ill and it quickly escalated to the point where I dropped out of college and couldn’t really drive more than a few minutes from my house.
So as I reflect on five years of isolation and see news of ever more infectious variants, it’s really interesting to look back at what people’s ideas of “isolation activities” were at the beginning of the pandemic. I searched for “isolation activities” on YouTube and found video after video of long lists of activities to do “when you’re bored” or “how to fill your time”. A couple videos come up for people who are quarantining after testing positive with a lot of the same tips. Even now, it seem to be how people talk about it - pandemic hobbies, pandemic relationships, etc.
I...don’t completely know how to feel about people thrust into isolation thinking their biggest issue would be “filling their time” but it does touch some sort of nerve for me. There’s a reason why I regularly talked to friends who were like “I’ve tried all the “pandemic things” and I’m still really depressed” and who immediately went back to life as normal after getting vaccinated. I personally think that reason is people think their needs are one way when they’re actually quite different.
The only good video on the topic I saw come out early in the pandemic was CPG Grey’s Spaceship You video. Which isn’t really a surprise considering in a later video he talked about he and is wife often lock down for flu season each year because of her health concerns. And it’s clear from the video that he gets it because he doesn’t give a list of activities - he addresses core needs all humans have and talks about researched back ways to address them.
It’s one I’ve come back to time and time again when I get into a slump and without fail, there’s some part of it I’ve let go. Either I’ve slacked off on exercise or I’m not maintaining my sleep station or I stopped setting my alarm. And without fail, when I go back to following the advice, I gradually feel better and better about my life.
It got me thinking about how many people looked at isolation as a temporary issue to get through and not what it effectively was - a lifestyle change. And for many of us - that’s still our life. And for a lot of people, it’s about to become their life again.
This is all just a long winded way to say that if you’ve been isolated for a while or just coming back to it and you feel like you should be better at it than you are - the vast majority of the advice out there doesn’t address the specific needs that come up during isolation. So you’re probably doing the best you can in the absence of quality information. But it’s also worth shifting your thinking from “how do I get through this” to “how do I make this sustainable”.
I know people don’t like thinking that way because it means admitting that this could go on for a long time - but that’s reality. It was already reality for disabled and elderly folks everywhere. The virus only brought that into the consciousness of people who weren’t already aware of that reality.
I’m hoping to use this blog as a repository and resource for isolation lifestyle advice, resources, and maybe even community. I wanted to establish the perspective I’m writing from - as someone who’s life will quite possibly never again resemble normal. I still firmly believe I deserve to thrive as much as I’m able - dandelion in the sidewalk style.
So consider this kind of a “what this space” post and I’m sending all you fellow isolated lifeboats out there best wishes.
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Advices on how to be comfortable down there ? Top hygiene tips, shaving, ... <3
hmm let's see bb
always wipe front to back, never back to front
never sit directly on a toilet seat that you don't know for a fact how it's been cleaned (i literally don't sit anywhere without placing toilet paper, like two-tree layers beforehand, call me paranoid, but my mum accidentally did it once and she got a nasty skin infection on her inner thigh that comes and goes even to this day)
try to wear cotton panties if possible, also i never wear underwear to bed, unless it's cotton and flowy. tight, synthetic underwear (like certain thongs) don't allow for airflow, so they promote a moist environment -> fungal infections, thrush etc.
keep clotrimazole in your house, in case you do get thrush (trust me, you will at some point)
don't use super harsh soaps to clean, and god almighty do not ever put anything up your vagina - no, unlike what gwyneth paltrow will have you believe, you don't ever have to clean your vagina, or steam it, or whatever else, it cleans itself!!
goes without saying, but always use protection with someone you're not sure about, and i would recommend even with someone you trust that you both get tested before you have unprotected sex, better safe than sorry
see if you're at an age to still be eligible for an HPV vaccine, that shit could save your life one day
get your pap smear test whenever the doctor recommends it, don't delay if possible (i'm guilty of this myself)
if you wear tampons, pls change them as often as you can, toxic shock syndrome can actually kill you, so please don't leave it on for too long! if you wear pads, do change them also quite often, that's another way to get thrush.
always pee after you have sex, it will save you the pain of getting an UTI during exam season and have to scramble to get antibiotics from an online doctor at 4am in the morning (not that that ever happened to me)
as far as shaving tips, i have nothing special, so if any besties have tips, pls do let us know!
good luck and smooches bestie x
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I'm definitely with you on the nostalgia for the early pandemic. 2020 felt a lot more hopeful to me in a way - everybody seemed to be on the same page (as you said), and it almost felt like this would be an opportunity to turn some stuff around. Like, actually tackling climate change felt like a real possibility. There was such a feeling of solidarity and banding together in the face of a crisis. And then it all seemed to go downhill even more - I couldn't believe it when they didn't waive the patent for the vaccines, I think that was the final turning point for me. And all the anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers... I didn't think I could lose this much faith in humanity, but I've become a lot more cynical and I feel more alienated from everyone else than I did pre-pandemic.
I agree completely with this. And I think you're right about the vaccine patents being a turning point. It was so amazing and inspiring to watch the work that was done to create the vaccines, people waiving all kinds of normal products of capitalism and corporate greed to work together and save the world faster. But as soon as it was in the hands of people who could afford it, all the incentive to do that went away.
Forgive me for taking any excuse to post a Gavin Osborn song again, but I do understand what you’re describing, it’s this specific feeling that I have only once heard explained in such specific detail by someone else:
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The feeling of walking around your own city, or wherever you live, and distrusting every person you pass, because you know that statistically a lot of them are assholes. And every time it happens it’s a bit painful, but if it happens every time you leave the house over a long enough time period, it gets really existentially demoralizing.
The song was originally written about Brexit, it can obviously apply to other major things too, I don’t even live in the States but we’re similar enough to them culturally so I’ve pretty much had at least a low level of that feeling consistently since October 2016. I didn’t realize until recently that it was a low level, which I now know because of how much higher it’s been turned up since the rise of the anti-vax/anti-mask/NO MANDATES movement. I’ve discovered a whole new gear for that feeling, and I agree with you, it’s the most alienated I’ve ever felt.
Didn’t help that for three weeks last year we had a bunch of them take over my city and specifically my neighbourhood, so every time I left the house I really did look at each person and try to work out whether they were a local who deserved the solidarity of a commiserating nod from me that we were making our way through the imposed chaos together, or if they were a protester who’d traveled here to impose the chaos. I mean, sometimes you could tell. The ones holding Canadian flags were always the bad guys, so that symbol’s been utterly ruined, that’s fun. The ones holding Confederate flags – also pretty fucking clear. I haven’t shaken off that sense of everywhere being enemy territory, even though it’s been a year since then.
Anyway, I’ve taken this over and made it about me (“I’ve taken this over and made it about me” could be the tagline for this entire blog), but thanks for the message, I genuinely appreciate knowing that some people understand this and see it the same way. I think you’re absolutely right about how and why it’s happened, and I wish I had a less bleak way to end this post, but I can't really think of one.
It’s genuinely bothering me that I can’t think of anything nice to say to conclude this, so here, have another Gavin Osborn song. Some people are all right.
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I haven't mentioned it yet because I didn't really know what to say about it, but my wife and I got covid on our way back from vacation last weekend. Almost precisely three years after we cancelled our first attempt to go on this vacation because of, well, covid.
This is the first time either of us have ever tested positive for covid, and we have tested whenever we've felt sick. And this is definitely the sickest I've felt since I last had the flu, which was incidentally just before the pandemic began.
The scariest part for me was when she had a high fever for several days, and I didn't know how high it would get or how long it would last. We've both been vaccinated and received every available booster, but when it's all happening you just can't take anything for granted. Fevers are terrifying.
But the most physically miserable part for me is the sore throat. I've actually lost track a few times of how long we've been sick, partly because of not ever leaving the house, but partly because my throat has kept me from sleeping much of the last two (three?) nights. Part of the reason I'm even writing this is because I'm anxious about trying to go to bed now. The fatigue, the coughing, the congestion, the chills and aches; those are all just kind of icing on this sore throat cake.
Like I said, we're both vaccinated, and neither of us have needed to be hospitalized. She's taking paxlovid because of concerns about her chronic conditions: I was given the option, but the doctor said that my case appeared so mild that the side effects might not be worth it, so I passed. But mild or not, it's really been kicking my ass.
At this stage it seems like we'll probably come out fine in the end. But I looked up the statistics and it remains a fact that people are still dying of this disease. Nearly seven million people in the world are known to have died of it. There's probably more. Sobering thought when you can't sleep.
If you haven't gotten vaccinated yet, I can now recommend from immediate personal experience that you do. Take the appropriate measures to blunt the impact of this thing, because even when the blow is blunted, it still hits hard. This virus doesn't fuck around.
Gonna go try and soothe my throat enough to sleep long enough to not go insane now.
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Hey everybody, MightBeAWriter here. I just wanted to take a little time to clear the air a bit on something that I say regularly that a lot of folks seem to take issue with. The phrase (or phrases) in question are:
“I am not a writer.”
Or, on occasion,
“I am not a real writer.”
Now, before we rehash this argument (with or without the torches and pitchforks), let me just say, I’m aware of the arguments. Believe me, I am more than aware. This is not something that I say lightly, or to stir shit, or to get attention or, or, lordy I don’t even know what. Obviously, the literal definition of writer is, one who writes. Great, you really got me there. However, here is exactly what I mean, when I say that I am not one:
To me, a writer is someone that purposely crafts a story that they want to tell. They have an idea, they’re excited about it! They want to share it so they start putting it into words. They struggle with it until they finally find just the right shape of words to tell just the story that they want. Once they do that, then they want to make it better. Writers are constantly working to make their stories into art. They want the words they choose to have maximum impact, to leave indelible marks on the souls of those that read them.
Writers work hard at what they do. They put so much of themselves into their stories, you guys. I’ve talked with some of them, watched from the sidelines– my jaw literally hanging at times– as scenes written by real writers have gone from roughed in, to rearranged, to trimmed, to scrapped, to polished, to finished and nearly unrecognizable, and so beautiful that I could nearly cry reading them.
Writers are incessantly learning and tweaking and editing and improving and growing. They expand their vocabularies. They worry about their grammar. They have built (or are building, it’s a living process, I suppose) massive networks for themselves of resources for everything under the sun and holy crap you guys. The sheer amount of work and time and effort that goes into those stories is staggering. They are magical creatures, and I’m not even exaggerating.
Me? I can’t do that. I don’t want to. My stories/demons show up like stray cats. I like cats, so, as a responsible cat, er, story/demon owner, I’ll take them in, get them vaccinated, feed them up a bit and spay or neuter them. But once they’re on their feet, I’ll turn them loose again or rehome them. Preferably as quickly as possible, because if I don’t take them in and write them down then they hang from my window screens screaming and don’t let me sleep. Trust me, If I could get these little beauties out of my head any quicker with a hacksaw, a set of hinges, and a melon baller, I’d be at Home Depot faster than Uncle Eddie makes it to the dessert table at Christmas.
There are those that say ‘If you write, you’re a writer.’ That’s great. If that’s you, and you want to be a writer, then congratulations, you’re a writer! I’m all for choosing your own labels.
But that’s not me. I am a reader. I enjoy the stories my demons bring me. I love reading them once I’m done suffering through the prying-them-out-of-my-brain part. For me, (and again, personal preference here) calling myself a writer when it’s not something I aspire to, not something I ever wanted to do, and certainly not something I would ever willingly do if I had any choice whatsoever in the matter, seems like an enormous slap in the face to those who put so much of their own heart, soul, and near literal blood, sweat, and tears into the stories that we (and they) love so much.
So, long story (what, from me? Shocker, I know) short: To me, calling myself a writer because I’m putting words on a page so I’m allowed to sleep at night would be the same as calling myself Disney just because I’ve got mice living in my house. I get why some of you are determined for me to claim the title of writer. But I do hope this little blurb will help you understand why I can’t. Won’t. (Both.)
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I finished Baldur's Gate 3 and immediately started another playthrough. Modded this time.
My polyam mod is definitely working and I'm apparently incapable of disappointing Karlach. So I guess I have a 5 way vs a 4. I was gonna Romance just the chaotic and evil leaning characters this go round.
Why do I have a feeling she's gonna end up hating this durge character of mine cause they're non-resistant? So, uh, probably gonna get my heart broken.
I've also been lovingly blessed with the flu because some selfish assholes seem to think giving immunocompromised people viruses is a great gift. /s (There are millions of immunocompromised people since covid, and even depression or anxiety makes you immunocompromised. I'm not a rare bird in that sense. If you're old or pregnant you're also immunocompromised. Surprise!)
I've been morbidly sick for 9 days and while it's slowly easing off, it's average that it takes me 6 weeks to fully kick influenza.
And our vaccinations were scheduled for this week. Because only older folks could get them before then.
I've watched Vox Machina during the days I could basically just stare at something, and gods, I really love it. Looking forward to the next season.
Hollyweird is finally figuring out D&D! It only took them, what, 30 plus years and gods know how many awful attempts at shows and movies?
Anyone know of anything else like it? I've seen the d&d movie, uh, 3x, and loved that too. (Yes, I'm aware of what critical role is, I have absolutely zero interest in watching them. Books, games, movies/shows, those I can enjoy, but watching someone else I don't know play a game I could be playing doesn't work for me.)
Anyway, sorry for the radio silence. I was sewing like a fiend for eldest's costume for Halloween. Partner has had both a major back surgery and a major mouth surgery just before getting sick. Then the kids and I got sick. The coughing is totally doing a great thing for partner's staples.
Yes, we asked the doc for tamiflu. No she didn't give it to us. And her secretary was a snarky ass about it. As if I ask for very much from them at all. Not impressed tbh. If I ask for something from my doc it's because I've researched it and feel it's actually necessary. I was pre-med ffs, and have medical adjacent degrees. I'm far from the regular person when it comes to things like that.
Uuuugh. Why can't people do others the simple gods damned courtesy of masking?
During the year most everyone was masking, everyone was healthier. Flu numbers were lower than they ever had been, cold viruses were low too. Why the fuck would anyone want to not mask after that example?
I'm historically sensitive to influenza for some reason. It takes me down hard and keeps me down for weeks. But even I didn't get the flu that year.
Why is knowingly getting others ill with your germs even remotely socially acceptable? Why?
Oh, right, 'muh feelings'. I have a panic attack every time I mask, and I still mask religiously every time I leave the house. I'm still always freaking sick because of other people's selfishness.
As a historian, I'll just say that this period of history will be judged incredibly harshly.
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so I totally understand being afraid to catch covid when u are already chronically ill and have a malfunctioning immune system, but do u think vaccines actually make a difference? my parents are both vaccinated 4x and they got it twice (the first time was like 2 weeks after their fourth vaccination!) so if u are out and about, it doesn't actually matter who's vaccinated and who isn't, it literally makes no difference
vaccines make a monumental difference because they lessen severity, i know you mean well asking this, but it's this kind of mindset that's making everything really scary and difficult right now, because people conflate being vaccinated with never catching it ever, and that's not true of any immunization, although it does lessen communicability and a virus' incubation. you can get sick twice, but you're not ending up in the ICU on a ventilator, or in the ground. the majority of the people dying now are unvaccinated. the vaccine doesn't 100% protect you against long-covid, but it will absolutely reduce the likelihood that you're going to be permanently disabled by the virus.
also, "it makes no difference" is ableist and harmful FOR people like me. every single healthy, able-bodied person should be vaccinated not only to protect themselves, but to protect everyone around them. just because *you* don't get sick or don't have symptoms doesn't mean you're not going to pass it to someone else who might be immunocompromised and at severe risk. that's why masks are important and why the mandates being lifted is troubling, because it's not just about individuals! it's about everyone around us at any given time. masks reduce communicability, the vaccine reduces communicability and severity. "it doesn't matter" is like saying everyone with a compromised immune system should just never leave the house again (which is mostly what i've had to do) because we don't deserve to be safe. the vaccine is protective even if it isn't 100% foolproof. the reason we drastically reduced/nearly eradicated smallpox and polio are because vaccines exist - but if people stop being vaccinated against them, they're going to come back (hence we've already seen instances of both thanks to anti-vaxxers). the flu vaccine is important for the exact same reasons. do you have a tetanus vaccine? chicken pox? meningitis? mmr when you were a baby? it's all for these same reasons, nothing eliminates the chance of catching something altogether, but all these viruses are lessened and mitigated by vaccinations.
mild cold symptoms versus death is a MASSIVE difference, i cannot possibly impress strongly enough how vital this is.
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