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Reblog this to have your mutuals describe what their first memory of you is

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🎉happy birthday obito 🎉

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cooking while chronically ill

baking with arthritis or other chronic hand pain

living with chronic migraines

adhd meal plan

chronic pain tips

getting yourself to eat

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some advice about dishes for those who weren’t taught:

make sure to wring your sponge out when you’re done using it!! If you leave it full of water it will get stinky

do not use metal utensils on nonstick surfaces! if you do, the nonstick will start to flake off into your food and the now-exposed metal underneath with begin to rust

I know it’s fun to feel like a blacksmith, but don’t rinse your hot pan under cold water to make it crackle and steam! The sudden change in temperature can cause it to warp, which may lead to uneven cooking later on

you don’t need that much dish soap

seriously just fill a basin (I usually use the largest pot/bowl/cup of whatever dishes I’m washing) with hot water and a PEPPERCORN sized drop of soap, and use that soapy water for the rest of your dishes, and then clean the basin last. You’ll save a lot more soap + water that way instead of dispensing soap directly onto a sponge every single time

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Chocolate Covered Pickles

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Black Social Comedy

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sometimes I see things that are so absurdly horny that it circles back around to being sexless you know what I mean

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back on my 狗屁

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Naruto AU where Hinata and Sasuke are legally married for tax benefits but don’t actually know or speak to each other

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gun gorb,,,,,,,,, inspired by @beyondplusultra 's gorb art

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This is how Jokorb's justice ends... or is it? All we know is that pre-orders end in 1 week, on Dec. 20! Don't miss out on all the Gorb-nanigans and a chance to win a full set of P5 Corocot orbs!

🛒 gorbzine.bigcartel.com 🛒 gorbzine.gumroad.com (EU/UK) ✨comic by @beyondplusultra

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Scientists and engineers began to question whether the group could deliver on the tens of millions of dollars it had acquired in funding.

But over the summer, the organization pinned its hopes on a new device, which it nicknamed Jenny. The installation is essentially an artificial floating coastline that catches plastic in its fold like a giant arm, then funnels the garbage into a woven funnel-shaped net. Two vessels tow it through the water at about 1.5 knots (slower than normal walking speed), and the ocean current pushes floating garbage toward the giant net.

In early August, the team launched Jenny in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, a trash-filled vortex between Hawaii and California. The garbage patch is the largest accumulation of ocean plastic in the world, encompassing more than 1.8 trillion pieces, according to the Ocean Cleanup’s estimates.

Last week, Jenny faced its final test as the organization sought to determine whether it could bring large amounts of plastic to shore without breaking or malfunctioning. The Ocean Cleanup said the device hauled 9,000 kilograms, or nearly 20,000 pounds, of trash out of the Pacific Ocean — proof that the garbage patch could eventually be cleaned up.

“Holy mother of god,” Slat tweeted that afternoon, adding, “It all worked!!!”

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Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

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Binding PSA:

Your binder should NOT BE HARD TO PUT ON! It should NOT be so tight that you feel that you might get STUCK in it! Even if you measured yourself and the binder company’s website says that it’s the right size. If this happens GET A SIZE UP! I can not say this enough! 

To put this in perspective, I am around 4 years post top surgery and have an extremely flat chest! It is abnormally flat. And I recently lost some weight so I am now about 20 pounds less than I was when I started binding. Because of this I decided to try on one of my old binders to see how it fit and I almost popped my shoulder trying to get it on and off and I couldn’t even safely get it over my chest. And I have an 100% flat check and have lost weight!! So please, please, please bind safely!

A bit about my story, when I first started binding the other trans guys that I talked to had made jokes about getting stuck in their binders and I had seen a few posts along the same lines on here from people who bind. Because of this I didn’t think much of it when my first binder came in and was really tight. It was so tight that it was constantly a struggle to get on and off and left me in constant pain but I just thought that that was what binding was. And I still wasn’t as flat as I wanted to be, and chest dysphoria was horrible for me, so I put up with it.

Now, some important things to know is that I did size myself correctly. In fact, I even made sure to check my sizing monthly to insure that I hadn’t gone up a size. But even with checking this regularly, and wearing the right size binder according to the website, my binder was still extremely tight.

After putting up with this for around a year I saved up money to get a new binder from a different company that I had heard was good. It was a last ditch attempt to get a binder that didn’t leave me in constant pain. And the company that I bought from this time was @gc2b. Now, I have no affiliation with them, I do not get paid or any perks for promoting them. But their binder actually fit me correctly and wasn’t super tight. It went over me kind of like an undershirt, and though it didn’t compress as much as my other binder, in fact, I didn’t notice the compression very much unless I stayed in the binder for extended periods of time, but the way that the material went over my chest made me look just as flat as the other one. I was still very dysphoric over my chest though and felt like because there wasn’t as much compression that I could be doing more to make my chest look flat. But honestly, now that I am looking back on it, this was not the case. 

That is all to say that the first binder that I had, the one that still is WAY too tight after top surgery, an 100% flat chest, and weight loss, really, really messed up my back. I had some pre-existing back issues before then that were worsened so, so much. In fact, I am still in regular, near constant pain because of this. So please, please, please, if there is one thing I can ask of you all is to bind safely! And if you have a binder that is so tight that it causes you any problems getting it on or off (even a little bit) get a new binder!!