Who ever thought being invited on a five mile hike
Would be what triggered me.
My sister wants to go on this five mile cave hike.
I'd fucking love to go. However, walking to the grocery store down the street is like walking around with a fucking pillow on my fucking face.
I know I didn't get it the worst.
I don't have to live on disability because of PEM. I don't have to live with oxygen strapped to my face. I didn't have to be hospitalized (though, maybe in another world, I would have gone to the hospital if I could have trusted that ER staff would help).
I don't look like I have covid.
I'm just fucking fat. Surely if I lost a few pounds, I could be back to my normal self.
I've lost several pounds.
It hasn't changed shit.
I can't eat fucking nuts or coffee because they taste fucking rancid. There are other foods that taste off or weird, but nuts are the worst. And it's frustrating, because I keep them as a snack on my desk, but now they're a food of absolute last resort.
I I I me me me yes I know. But look. I haven't really talked about my post-covid experience. I haven't even really thought about it.
For example, my sense of smell was never my most significant/favored sense. But it's fucking weird not to be able to smell much of anything. If my building was on fire, I may not fucking know till a fucking alarm goes off. I can't tell where smells are coming from. So if something stinks and needs to be gotten rid of, I need to rely on my vision. I rarely smell food as it's cooking, but luckily, I never understood the "having a cold makes food taste bland"--I can still taste food. And see?? Even for that, I should be grateful. All food could taste rancid. Or not taste at all. What am I whining about.
I think right now, the thing I'm most upset about is, I'm already fat. I feel like I can't talk about this to anyone, but my endurance is not improving by exercising. I'm not really losing weight, I'm just yoyoing up and down in the same seven pound range (eating breakfast does help for me personally, just anecdotally speaking).
I can't fucking do cardio that might help me lose weight. I can't walk around my fucking apartment. I can't walk to the fucking grocery store or the fucking bus stop because it constantly feels like there's a fucking pillow over my face. This is not asthma. I grew up with asthma. I ran those stupid Bush fitness miles with asthma.
It's not getting better. It's not going away.
I feel alienated by my body, and I feel like I can't even tell my sister because it's just an excuse, well you've gained so much weight, I bet if you just lost that weight, you'd be right back in ship shape.
She was most impacted as a kid by our dad's weight talk. My dad was a typical 00's dad--fatphobic af. Which is ironic, because both of our gene donors come from rather fat families. I don't know how much she's changed on that front with new information. I just don't feel like she'd understand.
You wouldn't believe it. So I used to be a really tearful kid. My anger came out through my tear ducts, my frustration, my feelings of.....not being enough or being able to do enough. On the antidepressants, there have been lots of times when I've thought I was going to cry; my body wanted to, but I'm just not able. And that's.....okay enough with me.
But today, I was full on with the ragged breathing and snot.
can i not sleep until nearly 7 am most nights now bc im stressed or bc i might suffer from mania?
am i making long term decisions like possibly postponing my schooling again bc it's financially stable or bc i might suffer from mania?
am i easily irritable bc im tired or bc i might suffer from mania?
do little things make me cry more frequently recently bc im on my cycle or bc i might suffer from mania?
this type of feeling was manageable when i had no responsibility but now it's affecting my schooling. it's affecting my ability to possibly find a job. hell it's affecting my physical pain. i need to know what is going on so i can take steps to fix it.
"Uncle, smile to the camera" the little girl said as she look at the camera with her favorite uncle beside her.
"Say, cheese" the uncle said as they both say 'cheese at the some time....
____________________________________________
"It hurts, it hurt so much... Why did you go so early? I'm sorry, I couldn't come on time to you one last time. You don't know how much, our happy memories of us keep on hunting me at night and it's hurt me to see, I can't talk to you anymore" The girl said when she is now fourteen years old
We all have some type of trauma. A significant event, a bad childhood , a bad relationship, that has shaken us to the core. But somehow when you find someone who can hold your hand through it all, it minimizes the pain.
I, a hearing person who likes subtitles just as a preference, shouldn't have to read a subtitle that's obvious nonsense, go back a couple seconds, and listen again in order to figure out what's going on. An accessibility feature should not be the most half-assed part of a professionally made production. Scripted media has absolutely no excuse for not having subtitles or having subtitles that aren't perfectly verbatim. Professional captioning services should be ashamed of the shoddy work that they put out. Captions should be treated as a part of the production, just like filming, editing, audio balancing, etc - and anything that releases with missing or bad captions should be seen as unfinished
jfc i just saw a "morally grey girlboss" poll and mabel pines was one of the contenders. she's not morally grey she's not a girlboss she's 12 and never makes a single moral decision that's worse than "you have stuff going on but i'm focused on my own problems" what are you fucking talking about
friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
turn left is literally the most insane episode ever written. yeah the main character would kill himself if he didn't meet his best friend and the UK government is like 2 bad days away from putting all non-english people into labour camps. also all your favourite characters died trying to do what little they could. wouldn't that be crazy? anyway time for the daleks again
The way Luz's thank you drawing got rejected by the person it was for when she thought she finally found someone who wouldn't make fun of her for her eccentric behavior, that she is worthless..and then the drawing does get recognized, that it's beautiful and why would it get thrown away. She was finally understood (I am in shambles help-)