perfect attendance is a horrible idea because it basically rewards kids for not getting sick or not having any other issues in life that cause them to miss school. also, this can make kids who have health issues [ like if they had a weaker immune system ] just kinda. feel bad. also, it kind of encourages kids to go to school when sick so they can get an award- even if its not meant to.
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Melatonin is a delicate balancing act, it took some time to find a dose that helped me fall and stay asleep without leaving me groggy after 8/10 hours. For me, that has been 10 mg gradually increased to such over a few weeks then steady since.
I also take roughly a week without it every month or two, as the bottle recommends. Listen to your body and do what you can. Good luck, and thank you for the sweet gay were/pire comic<3
Yeah, I can tell my sweet zone is somewhere between 3 and 6 mg, at least right now. Or at least I think it is. Admittedly my sleep has been absolutely horrible since I was a kid so my standards on "not tired" are pretty low, so I'm not actually sure if they're any good right now. All I know is I'm getting more than 2 hours of sleep at a time, and I'm not spending every waking moment fighting off a nap!
Thanks for the confirmation I've gotta test with it and go off and on and such, my doc didn't give me a straight answer on that (he just kept saying take it as needed... I need it every night!!!). 75% of the time being good is way better than 0% so I'll take what I can get!
And the gay comics are the least I can do 🧡 thank you for reading it!
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ive posted abt my goals for dawn for 2024 but my personal goals (for tumblr at least) is to try to be around a little bit more, be a little bit more active and involved and such which is like! easier said than done! last year was just such a rough time emotionally and i had a tough time in the rpc but im hopeful things will be better this year. i need to try letting go of some of that brutal anxiety otherwise im bound to feel stagnant bc of my own self/actions :') ik this is probably Relatable but i cant help but irrationally think that like. sending people asks/interacting with people's posts only makes them annoyed/think im annoying in the sense of like. 'OMG its her again can she just leave me alone!!' which in my heart i know isnt true because, if it was then like... why would i be mutuals with as many people as i am you know! just stupid brain moment, and an issue that i can only tackle by just ignoring those thoughts and putting such things into practice.....
that being said though. from jan 17th - jan 22nd ill be out of town bc me and my bf are going to vegas and im SO excited for it bc ive never been there!! and i havent left the state in general since like!!! 2018!!!!!!!
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I just remembered the worst gay panic (pan, but pan-panic sounds silly) of my entire life so far, and I thought I'd share because it's absolutely stupid, but hilarious.
I was 16/17 years old and I had to go to the hospital for some exams, and things were already going weirdly because they hadn't registered me but they noticed it was their fault so they still let me make that visit for free even tho officially I've never been there.
I was tired, sleep-deprived, hungry, and stressed, and it had been 3 hours since we arrived there. My mum was befriending even the walls of the hospital while I was ready to commit arson. It's finally my turn, I enter this room, and my gaze meets a dozen very attractive women ready to take notes as I sit down, ready to talk about my health. And that's how I learned.
This was also a school or something. idk some hospitals do this thing.
I panicked.
"Oh... there are many- people here" I commented as my social anxiety consumed my very essence. And my mother, bless her soul with fire, jokingly answered "It could have been worse, they could have been handsome young men. WOMAN, YOU KNOW IT CHANGES NOTHING. And at that exact moment a young doctor comes in and everyone starts laughing while I wanted to bury myself and the doctor looked at the girls and my mum confused.
The visit started, and they asked me questions, and I stuttered like an idiot and I also forgot my height, apparently. But the worst moment was when I had to strip and as I take off my shirt I remembered I had my pride bracelet (I never take it off, so yeah I completely forgot) and I died inside. I was red like a tomato, even my shoulders were red, and I was like "Please don't hate-crime me" and "this is the best last moment of my life" mentally as the visit went on.
I just imagine this group of students having me as a patient, a queer anxious teenager stiff like a corpse, with the same complexion as one and the expression of a deer in front of a truck at 2 am on a highway.
Fun times. At least they weren't psychology majors, I would have died on the spot if they were.
Also, if someone is curious, I had (still have) severe vitamin D deficiency, and my hormones were acting weirdly or something. So yeah, no, my health was shit and I'll blame my awkwardness on that.
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