True account from my mom's friend
True account from my mom's friend
Yeah, low weights and wobbly legs. Not great technique at all. But I was running a fever last night and slept about 3 hours. So I'm just happy I slowly got through my workout and I'm still on track for my weekly program.
Most people: My DnD characters wears medieval clothing and loves the color black and various muted colors and is a practical mage/ranger/paladin
Me: My kobold is literally a murder hobo K-pop healing mage
Okay, so, last night, first I dreamed I was pregnant. Despite having the anatomical bits necessary for that condition, it is a not a condition in which I would like to find myself.
Then I dreamed I was in an old pickup truck with a guy. We were trying to turn out of this little gravel road we were on and onto a paved road but this big ol’ brown-and-white Bronco cut us off. And the guy I’m with (who I don’t really see because I’m mostly looking at the Bronco) is like “Look at this jerk. Fuck you, buddy!” And as the Bronco turns down the little road we’re on, the guy I’m with looks in the side mirror and says, “Oh, and his license plate says DESCHAIN. What an asshole.”
So, uh... Keep wearing your masks, keep social distancing, get vaccinated and boosted when you can, because that was a Flagg dream, y’all.
(Addendum: no white hairs immediately visible, but I’ll keep you all posted.)
Y’all I won’t post anything these past weeks. I have corona sadly.
I hope you guys have a great day, stay hydrated and stay safe.
Dr. Coleman – “We mogen hun verraad nooit vergeten – of vergeven” – Frontnieuws
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I just got tested positive with a PCR test. But have 0 symptoms (probably due to the vaccine?)
My whole fam is negative. So I can only have it from work then .... or public transport.
But the “funny” thing is my brain was the whole time like “hehe, bet you have it” for some reason??
Sucks for me not getting paid then the next days I wanted to work....
How to turn your anxiety into a super power
For years now I have been doing posts on anxiety where I seek out articles and cite them for the purpose of giving people information. Inevitably many of these articles come boil down to a very simple proposition: change the way you think. I mean anyone with anxiety will tell you If they could do that they would. We get these over simplifications in many areas of life and its tiring. I found an…
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Waspada Omicron, Pemkab Wonogiri Minta Warga Bergejala Corona Langsung Periksa - Radar Solo - PPAT Supriyadi, SH., MH.
I have decided to romanticise the pandemic ♡
Look at this sexy negative self test *.✧
So the last few days I felt unwell. Just out of spoons, tired for no reason, and, especially in the evening, just warm, my face red hot, bit of temperature, but no real fever. Yesterday I starting having a bit of an sore throat, and today I woke up icky. You know. That feeling of ick when you have a cold. My sinuses are swollen, too.
And there's always this thought, right?
Like. I'm fully vaxxed, including seasonal flu, I have a strong immune system. Often, colds last about three days and don't really "break out".
So if I got Covid, it's highly likely that this is what it would feel like, too, isn't it? Nothing too severe, flying mostly under the radar. I thought about getting a rapid test, but a) No, I won't go out and endanger anyone, and 2) they're not that good at detecting omicron, right?
Don't get me wrong, I feel like shit. But not like can-not-get-out-of-bed, existence-is-agony shit I did when I had severe strep throat two years ago.
So I'm here, feeling ugh and ick, and an left with the thought of, "What if?"
And nothing I can do about it but wait and see how it develops.
A Visit --Marie Ponsot
Fine bitches all, and Molly Dance ... — Djuna Barnes
Come for duty’s sake (as girls do) we watch The sly very old woman wile away from her pious And stagger-blind friend, their daily split of gin. She pours big drinks. We think of what Has crumpled, folded, slumped her flesh in And muddied her once tumbling blood that, young, Sped her, threaded with brave power: a Tower, Now Babel, then of ivory, of the Shulamite, Collapsed to this keen dame moving among Herself. She hums, she plays with used bright Ghosts, makes real dolls, and drinking sings Come here My child, and feel it, dear. A crooking finger Shows how hot the oven is.
(Also she is alive with hate. Also she is afraid of hell. Also, we wish We might, illiberal, uncompassionate, Run from her smell, her teeth in the dish.)
Even dying, her life riots in her. We stand stock still Though aswarm with itches under her disreputable smiles. We manage to mean well. We endure, and more. We learn time’s pleasure, catch our future and its cure. We’re dear blood daughters to this every hag, and near kin To any after this of those our mirrors tell us foolishly envy us, Presuming us, who are young, to be beautiful, kind, and sure.