#Health Benefits of Boiled Eggs

[maisha-online]

The Boiled Egg Diet: Is It a Weight Loss Wonder or a Health Hazard?

The Boiled Egg Diet: Is It a Weight Loss Wonder or a Health Hazard? #BoiledEggDiet #WeightLoss #Diet #HardBoiledEgg #EggDiet

When it comes to weight loss, people often look for simple and straightforward diet plans. One such plan that has gained popularity is the boiled egg diet. This diet involves consuming a high amount of boiled eggs along with a limited selection of other foods. While eggs are indeed a nutritious food, it’s important to understand the pros and cons of this diet before considering it as a weight…

[69yard]

Benefits of eating boiled Egg Everyday

boiled egg Photo by Jane Doan on Pexels.com Eating boiled eggs every day can provide several benefits to your health. Here are some of the potential benefits: Excellent source of protein: Eggs are a complete protein source, meaning they contain all essential amino acids required by the body. Protein is essential for building and repairing tissues, supporting muscle growth, and maintaining…

[myfitneass]

Discover the amazing health benefits of boiled eggs, from weight loss to prenatal development and increased mental energy.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

can i pamper yves? yes or no. honest question. i get spontaneous bursts of energy to care for someone, but i mostly just would like to show how i care even if it’s probably not as sufficient as him in this relationship. i would probably feel bad to just take all of the love and not give any back. i would draw him and make playlists and probably shittily made food for him that i think he would like. maybe i write in a journal about silly little observations about him that i find endearing and gift it to him later on. i know he doesn’t like surprises, but i would do small ones just for him. i want to show that i care!!! (and not overstep any boundaries.)

also, how does he feel about us mast of bating ? occasionally. rarely i get the urge. i think there can be health benefits to it. 🤷‍♀️

- 🌷

You're more likely to get Yves to initiate sexual intercourse with you if you pamper him without expecting anything in return.

He treats masturbation as something normal and mundane. To him, it's no different than how you would watch TV at a certain time. He would record it and take notes, observe everything from every angle but he derives no sexual arousal from this. Only contentment that he gets to see another part of you. He just likes watching you under a microscope and recording your every move, every behavior and every thought.

He would appreciate everything you described, especially when it doesn't take away his role as the main caregiver in the relationship. And you are truly spoiling him by giving him such precious data about yourself to fill his information vault.

In exchange for every unique drawing you give him, Yves would shower you with more affection. Spoiling you rotten for doing that to him first; with these he can identify your average stroke strength and depth. He also loves how you depict him too, Yves will never turn down materials that show how you perceive the world no matter how trivial or repetitive.

He would spend hours listening and analyzing the playlist you made him, discerning patterns and beats, why did you choose these songs for him? Why is it every third song is in the hip hop category? Do you actually like these songs or does it simply remind you of him? Are you relating to any of the lyrics?

Yves would definitely appreciate the food although he doesn't eat much. However, it's the process you took to make it that interests him way more. Whose recipe are you using? How do you crack the eggs? In what way do you stir? Could you multitask? When faced between tending to a boiling kettle and a bubbling pot, which would you turn off first? Why do you think he might like this dish of yours?

The one he would love the most and become giggly, overcome by cuteness aggression is your journal that you would have given him. It shows him your world. Much, much more of your world. He wants to know what interests you, how you experience different things and what catches your attention.

On the day he receives this journal, he would feign ignorance. But he is actually trying extremely hard not to shake out of excitement. Upon explaining what it is, Yves will pick you up and twirl you around joyfully. Praising you for giving him such a wonderful, beautiful gift. Loving you up and down as a reward. Gently nibbling your cheeks to try and satisfy some of that urge to squeeze the adorableness out of you.

He will be on cloud 9 for the next few weeks. You would notice that he's clingier and a lot more affectionate towards you than usual. Sometimes even to a nauseating degree, but he just couldn't help himself. He adores you, he reveres you. This is such an amazing feeling, he also wanted you to experience this too. And he does it by manipulating the environment and drugging you to feel this euphoria.

So, as long as he is in this state, you will be too. The glee and happiness you will feel are indescribable, it transcends language and actions. It's something unearthly. You feel free and giddy all the time, excited for everything that is going to happen.

Yves is actually very easy to please and pamper. He especially loves things that serve as major enrichment in his mind enclosure. Yves's scientific, analytic, mathematical brain needs something to chew on, and it will eat up anything about you. The most delicious feast for his thinker is information that you've willingly given up to him. That is why he worships the journal very much.

Nothing is a surprise for him, really. He already knows and predicted what you're going to do. It's the intent and effort you put into this that gets him hot and bothered under the collar, that gets his heart swelling out of pure adoration for you. The fact that you cared, walked the talk and paid attention aroused him greatly and is one of the very few things that would get him tight in the pants.

He is delighted to feel valued. And you may see these as small gestures, but to Yves, they're grandiose displays and declarations of love, not even the most romantic and strongest gods can compete. It makes Yves swoon over how much romance and sweetness you could possibly express to him.

So in short, yes. You can pamper Yves. Not by copying what he does to you, but by willingly giving up data about yourself. Data that was never seen or obtainable before. Precious, precious data.

Because he is the caregiver, and not you. The 'pampering' he will appreciate the most are those that could help him take care of you better.

[shunin-gumis]

Spiked-Donation: Yes or No? (Part 1)

The Kungfu Bodyguard who's always Bruised

Another nagishuu card I thank eitori for this food 🙏

Thank you aca @/463ce6 and Niri @/Niri_riri for helping me with proofing!

Location: HAMA House 2F Corridor

Netaro: Hm………….

Nagi: …… 

Location: HAMA House Changing Room

Netaro: Hm………..

*Netaro circling Nagi*

Nagi: …… 

Location: HAMA House Dining Room

Momiji: The boiled eggs are ready! Anyone want one~?

Nagi: Ah, I’ll ha—

Netaro: Nom!

Momiji: Woah!

Netaro: Nyam nyam.

Netaro: Hm…………

Momiji: (What’s with the silent pressure he’s exerting while stuffing his face with boiled eggs…)

Momiji: Be careful not to choke on it.

Nagi: Netaro has been staring at me a lot lately… 

Netaro: Nyam… *gulp*

Nagi: If I did something wrong without realizing it, please let me know so I can apologize and compensate you promptly. 

Netaro: Gii… Has something changed for you, recently?

Nagi: What do you mean? 

Netaro: Have you fallen in love? 

Nagi: *cough* *HACK* *cough*

Netaro: So I was spot on! Doudou, looks like this fellow has changed after falling in love!

Nagi: N-No, that’s not– *cough cough* 

Momiji: Nagi-kun, are you okay!? Here, have some water!

Nagi: …*gulp gulp*

Netaro: Oh! Perhaps the object of your affections is— 

Nagi: Netaro, you look thirsty, have some water. Just, stop talking. 

Netaro: …*gulp gulp*

Nagi: It’s nothing like that. Nothing happened. I’m not in- It’s not like that, okay?

Momiji: O-Okay…… 

Netaro: Phew. 

Netaro: Mm, however, it’s been on my mind since last night. The fact that the flavor has changed.

Nagi: Huh… 

Momiji: Flavor? Of what?

Netaro: Gii’s.

Nagi: He means the flavor of my cooking has changed. Lately I’ve been really into Chouji’s Cook and Chill videos, and he just puts dashi powder into everything. Apparently that solves any problem you’d have.

Netaro: No, I was talking about that… 

Nagi: THAT orange juice over there? You should have some—

Nagi: Oh.

*Nagi faints*

Momiji: Nagi-kun!?

~~~

Location: HAMA House - Rat Room

Momiji: Are you sure you’ll just sleep it off? You fainted so suddenly… 

Nagi: I’m sorry for troubling you. It’s just my anemia, so please don’t worry about me.

Nagi: (......I can’t tell her it’s because of Netaro doing “that”…)

Momiji: Did you take the health check-up from the company?

Nagi: Don’t worry, I had one just the other day. Haven’t had to feel the cold stethoscope against my skin since middle school.

Momiji: That’s good then… 

Nagi: (The Chief’s kindness is really heartwarming… The employee benefits are really generous, I’m truly happy to have found such a great workplace.)

Nagi: (Due to reasons, I ended up needing to donate my blood to an alien, but I’m sure I still haven’t…paid enough… for this happiness…)

Momiji: Nagi-kun?

Nagi: *soft breathing* Momiji: He fell asleep…

Part 2

[maryonmega]

Twin Stars - Chapter 5

A new thing (is it a good thing?)

{{Ah, Stars, I dropped I dropped my self control. The original chapter was posted on my birthday, the little self indulgence (Isafrin) was my gift to myself.

Speaking of Isafrin, CW for internalized acephobia and a little bit of sugestive writting.}}

You brace yourself for the next period of time. Going through the moves without Loop makes you nervous, makes it possible to contradict each other. It's fine, you're fine, you'll just have to catch it up when you two have alone time to "tell about the loops". Stars, you're being sneaky again. You might try and justify with it not being just about you all you want, but it's the truth.

Your group meet up in the dining area, and you let the smell of different foods sooth your nerves. Another way that you're weird. You've been out for over a month, made camp that were small and your tent wouldn't block the smells, yet it seens like the confort that this particular thing won't fade anytime soon. You don't like the origin, but you do like Bonbon's eyes when you happily sniff what they prepare.

Tho, this time, it's not Bonbon food. Not that it's disappointing on it's own, you just think they could use the quick fix, too. After all, you're pretty much toeing the northwest and north separation. If everything goes right, they'll see their sister again in two days. Maybe even tomorrow night, depending of the group's mood.

You're not surprised when they're the first one to talk, either. Not to you, but to Odile. You're too busy noticing their pineapple juice and thinking that maybe you should tell about that.

"Where's Sisy? It's not good to skip meals."

Oh, that got you off guard!

"Sisy, Bonnie?"

"Yes. Phus sounds dumb."

You just nod to the irrefutable argument while Odile puts her plate down carefully to not topple over the crushed boiled eggs. "Sisyphus is already in bed and I don't think they're waking up anytime soon."

"They're tired to the very soul."

You realise a second too late that it came from you. A saving throw! Now!

"I don't remenber a lot from traveling alone, but it's exausting when you only have what fits your pockets. Then we met again but still have problems with our memory. It's weird, it's like... " You think about acts and shudder. No, not going there "Like reading a story skipping random chapters."

Odile eyes you over her dinner, but decides to eat in silence. You feel a mix of relief and horror.

You see resident bookworm Mirabelle wince in pain at the idea. Just because you're a bit rusty pun wise doesn't mean you can't make funny moments happen.

Is it weird? To be lingering in their present the day you're supposed to have met with long lost family, a vague yet sweet sensation on your chest? Maybe not. No one in your little circle is unfamiliar with coping with abnormal situations by trying to act like things are normal. Specially you, as your eyepatch won't let them forget. Would that benefit you, right now, tho?

"... But, if coconuts have hair and milk, aren't they mammals?"

Stars, how long did you stay stuck in your head?! Not good, not fair. You really need to train out this bad habbit.

"I hope not, that would be nuts."

"That was lame even for you."

Hm, maybe acting as normal is not just you. Good? You dig into your memory to try and be sure. It's hard, it gets frustrating, but you're almost sure that something like that happened around the time Bonnie joined. Not quite like that, you all had to nurse them back to health, after all, but you did try to put on an image of normalcy, didn't you?

Stars, with everything that gets lost in the way, it's like a miracle that you didn't forget their names.

One thing that sticks out is when Mira cuts the casual air in the table in a way very reminiscent of her speech in the sleepovers, before... Well, before you torn the script to shreds because you felt like they were messing it up.

(Bonnie was right, you were being quite stupid)

It's not about walking out this time, it's about the elephant in the room that you were trying to avoid for so long: everyone hoped that Bonnie's assumption was right, but there was always the possibility that taking them with you wouldn't happen.

The others join in to present ways you can stay connected, even if not traveling together, but Mirabelle os still at the center. She doesn't look nervous when she smiles at Bonbon and says that she wants to see them grow up and become taller than herself.

You want, too. You want to see if their dream of having a restaurant will stick. How handsome they'll be and how far they'll let those unpolished smarts take them. If they'll settle for good or still carry that drop of wanderlust. What type of person they'll befriend beside all of you, if they'll one day date, get bonded, or go through the realisation Mira is yet to right now.

But Mirabelle is the one that puts those thoughts into words that won't pratonize them too much. If Mira was better by the end of your journey, medicated she was like a goddess.

You all go back to your rooms after the meal. It has been quite a full day, after all.

You and Isabeau change into your night clothes with your backs to each other, only getting in bed after both are confirmed ready. Isa rolls to his side by the wall, and you pull the sheets up to your nose so your smirk won't betray the fake annoyance.

"You didn't even call dibs this time."

"I already took it, you'll have to live with that."

You mock scoff, and hear a softer laught than usual (maybe because it wasn't as funny, maybe because he's tired too). You let your body and face relax, and, before your dumb brain has a chance to overthink, you get your hand out of the sheets and almost into Isabeau's personal space. He places his hand on yours, and it's soothing. 

There's still a lot of thoughts to sort out, some including him, some not, but, right now, the contact is soothing. You want to close the gap and bury your face in his chest, to give him a kiss, like you itched to do so a few times but froze before you could (rich of you to call anyone a coward, Siffrin). But the objective is to sleep, and going further than hand holding still can be overwhelming. Maybe it's not just with you, by the way a darker shade crept all the way down his throat.

It's odd, to have at the same time limited time and more than you could hope for before. One month feels like so long and so little at the same time. You're not sure what really would count as slow, or would cross the line to too slow. You're thankful that Isa is a patiente man.

Is that enough, though? Even before your rough talk, he hasn't pushed, hasn't rushed. You haven't returned fairly. You haven't been fully honest with him.

You're vaguely aware of Loop in the room next door, and that's oddly motivating. Gross. Doing the right thing isn't enough motivation, you need wanting to avoid being confronted about not doing it as an extra push.

...

You know the way he's looking at you now. You know he noticed your shift in mood.

You open your mouth before he can.

"Isa?"

"Sif?"

"There's... Something I haven't told you." Wow, how specific, don't you want to broad a bit more? "Remenber when you asked if I love you the same way you love me?"

"Of course. What about it?" His tone is so soft, but the worry is clear. Of course it is. You are about to give bad news.

"I-I don't think I can." You gently squeeze his hand and hope it draws attention to them "I'm fine with this, and hugging. I'm almost sure I'm fine with kissing, too, but..." Just say it. You could say it to Mira, say it to him. Stop leading him on "I can't... do things past that. I don't think I ever will."

You can't look him in the eye. That phrasing felt like an understatement. The thought of hands on your skin with that kind of intent makes it crawl. The thought of taking him in such a way makes you shudder. The thought of him taking you like that is terrifying.

You feel a gentle caress over your knuckles, and that brings you back to reality. In this moment, you wish hope that he thinks the shudder was nerves. You gave him the info, it's up to him what he does with it. You don't get to think things of what chooses.

"That's the thing?" You nod. "Then it's fine."

What?

"What?" You look at him. You can't quite read his expression, but you do know it's not any less found.

"Are-are you sure?"

He's still caressing your hand. There a warmt in your stomach, but not a bad one.

"Sif. Sifarooni. Siffrin. What I meant was if you love me romantically"

"I know, but- isn't that part of being a couple?"

He looks pensative. Maybe this time it finally sunk in. You wonder if you still can hold hands as friends, and smother that thought as soon as it comes to light. That is Isa's choice to make.

"It can be, but doesnt have to. I'm fine with not being."

You're not so sure.

"Are you not going to miss it, though?"

"Siffrin," no nicknames. Bad sign? "think for a minute. Untill the day before I confessed, I was sure you hated touch, but still wanted a relationship with you. If I can live with no touch at all, I can live with no sex."

... How in the Universe can he say the word so easy?

Not the point here, Siffrin!

"Will you miss it?"

"A bit, but it's nothing unhandleable. I'm fine just being with you."

Your face feels hot. Your eye stings. There's still the chance of being too much, but the craving is stronger. You crawl a bit closer, and get your other arm out. Isa gets the memo, and puts his arm around you, slowly, giving you a chance to pull back. It makes your belly feel warmer. You want this to last, and that allows you to smother the question of how he would "handle" it with the same mental wet towel.

"Then, I think I do love you."

~★~

Sunlight brings a dull ache to your head. You protect your eyes with your hand and blink a lot before sitting up and getting your hair out of your face - oh, right, you're sharing a room with the Researcher. 

You slip out of the bed and change back into your awake clothes, with that sleeveless turtleneck that you haven't had for so long but already is kind of attached. You know Stardust wouldn't dare (the reason is not the point, the point is that you do). It is blinded that you have to put on the effort, you were there first, but clearly it doesn't matter to whoever is the author of your life, so it falls on you the burden of showing that you're not just another one, regardless of technicalities.

Even under this dumb masquared, didn't the Researcher herself say identical twins doesn't mean the same person twice? You don't have to stay tethered.

The loops are over. You don't have to stay by him. You don't have to stay by this party. If you want to dip out, you can.

Even under the ache, the thought gives you some sort of confort. Not having a script anymore... is one of the reasons you've been carrying those bottles. Your newborn-like body also has fresh, newbie to drinking sensibility. Isn't that sweet?

You brush and tie your hair, then turn around, and start to make your way out of the room before you hear her voice.

"Come with us. We need a second table anyway."

Oh, no.

"How long were you awake?"

"A bit. I didn't peek, I swear."

You know she didn't. Your Researcher wouldn't either, and this one seens to be a little nicer. Unlike just enough to be uncanny.

Your head throbs. You really need some water.

"I see you at breakfast, Madame." You're not drinking while hangover, as mild as it may be, let alone in an empty stomach.

You find your way to a bathroom to splash water in your face after drinking your fill, and the face in the mirror taunts you, worse than back in the first day. It's you. It's not you. It's not Stardust. You're not Stardust. Except you are.

You wipe your face dry before putting on a nice smile and going out for the dining area. Is the Kid's temper being influenced by losing one of the main ways to release tension?

You make it there almost at the same time as your roommate. Uncanny. The Kid and the Housemaiden got there first. Of course they did. You're not surprised the Traveler isn't here yet. The Fighter is another story. Something the Fighters seen to have in common is a body still working on a Defender's internal clock. Maybe Stardust will notice the lack of company and go after him. You can and do feel sympathy and amusement at the same time. Still a baby, aren't them?

"Good morning, Madame, Sisyphus." The Housemaiden says, fidging her fingers.

"Good morning." You respond. You don't want that name on your tongue so early on, directed at her.

"Good morning, Mirabelle, Boniface."

"You skipped diner. It's not good to skip meals." The Kid pouts. They're clearly annoyed over inn food. You think they would hit you with the wok if it was their food.

You think of a grilled fish head in a nice napkin. You wouldn't skip on their food if someone offered gold coins.

"I know, Bonnie. I was just really, really tired. It's very draining to travel alone."

"Hnf, I can forgive you. But you'll have to not let that happen again."

"I'll try."

"Don't worry, Boniface, I can help with that."

The latent comic relief instincts tell you it means no more drinking before bed. Beautiful. Speaking of beauty

The Traveler and the Fighter arrive at the same time. Curious. 

You look at the arrangement. The Fighter between the Traveler and the Housemaiden, you next to the Researcher, and the Kid in the end. You could almost believe you're part of this, couldn't you? Such a shame you know the truth. They're only being receptive because you supposedly have a connection to Stardust... A normal one, that is.

Breakfast is nothing lavish, pancakes and a few pieces of fruit, but the time since your return have not been enough to make you take food for granted. Specially food with salt. Getting used to the gross stuff like sweat and potty is a fair price for the chance of enjoying such thing.

The tension that the Kid could release cooking, they did stabbing the poor food like it owned them money.

"Today's the day! You're all meeting Nille! And I can show you my favorite places! Everyone must be unfrozen, so it's gonna be good!"

Nille... Nille... Oh, right, the sister. They... wished to see her again, didn't them? And now this Kid can.

It's not the best of thoughts, but, right now, you kind of also have more selfish reasons to want to meet. It's your second day, and you'll be recieving another person. A stranger, but with a connection that makes not feels like it with the intensity it should. Is this what the others are feeling like with you?

In the corner of your good eye, you notice the Traveler and Fighter moving calves together.

You'd think that would make you angrier, but... Right now, you mostly feel empty. Not numb, a sad type of empty. You think of hands around yours, sweaty to the point of feeling throught your gloves, but still warm and comforting.

And give your signature grin in their general direction. You're not dealing with that right now.

"Touching their ankles? Before bonding? You dare defile my sibling in front of me, defender? Shameful!"

This is easier. No need for a pun and that weird display stopped. Stardust glared at you, but you don't give it the dignity of a reaction.

If he wants you to play a role again, then you'll do it your way.

[solarpunkbusiness]

Plant based liquid eggs made from potato protein

In the heart of Madrid, Awevo Foods is redefining the way we think about plant-based alternatives. Co-founders Javier Redondo and Erika Reyes

started out as a research and development project at the plant-based restaurant Frutas Prohibidas in central Madrid. By June this year, they were ready to roll out their flagship product—liquid eggs. Not stopping there, they also introduced Awevo Clara, a powered egg white alternative that’s allergen-free. 

These products are designed to mimic the culinary properties of real eggs, minus the cholesterol and saturated fats. Looking ahead, Awevo plans to spice up its range with innovative takes on traditional favorites, like boiled and poached eggs with runny yolks, all made from potato protein.

Awevo also takes its environmental responsibility seriously. According to the startup, its egg alternatives are much greener than chicken eggs: they emit 90% less greenhouse gas, use 83% less land and consume 95% less water. Additionally, their products eliminate the risk of Salmonella—a common concern with traditional eggs.

[healthywaysfitness]

The Nutritional Power of Boiled Eggs A Healthy Choice For Every Diet #Egg

Boiled eggs are a nutritional powerhouse, offering a wealth of health benefits in a simple and convenient form. Rich in high-quality protein, a single boiled egg contains about 6 grams of protein, making it an excellent choice for muscle repair and growth. Additionally, boiled eggs are packed with essential vitamins and minerals, including vitamin B12, riboflavin, and selenium, which play crucial roles in energy production, metabolism, and immune function. The healthy fats found in eggs, particularly in the yolk, contribute to satiety, helping to keep you feeling full and satisfied for longer periods. Please visit https://healthywaysandfitness.com for more tips.

Incorporating boiled eggs into your diet is not only beneficial for your health but also versatile in culinary applications. They can be enjoyed on their own, added to salads, or used as a topping for various dishes. The low-calorie count of boiled eggs, combined with their nutrient density, makes them an ideal snack for those looking to maintain a healthy weight. Furthermore, the presence of choline in eggs supports brain health and cognitive function, making them a smart choice for individuals of all ages. With their impressive nutritional profile and ease of preparation, boiled eggs are a fantastic addition to any balanced diet.

#BoiledEggs #NutritionalValue  #ProteinPower #EggBenefits  #BrainHealth  #VitaminRich #LowCalorie #MuscleRepair  #Choline #SatiatingSnack  #EggRecipes

[mariacallous]

If it’s tough to imagine a summer BBQ without pasta salad, why not make one that’s loaded with nutrients and can handle the heat of a perfect summer day? Nix the mayo and dairy and consider tahini and roasted red peppers as a base for a nutty pasta salad dressing.

I chose MagNoodles pasta because it disguises its health benefits in colorful multi whole grain penne. Carrots, spinach, tomatoes and beets are ground together with ancient grains like kamut and spelt, making this a worthwhile carb to indulge in. Worried about the texture? This pasta cooks up to a perfectal dente without any of the cardboard­-like textures associated with wholegrain noodles.

A couple of days before you fire the grill at your gathering, char a load of vibrant bell peppers on the BBQ until they’re mostly blackened and wrinkled. Plunge them into ice water and peel off the skin. Underneath, you’ll discover sweet, silken peppers that can easily be whirred into a vitamin-rich summer pasta dressing.

Tahini is a perfect base for this dressing. It won’t spoil easily in the heat, and benefits from being blended a day or two in advance. Check one more thing off your list so you can relax with family and friends.

Suggestions for serving leftover tahini:

Spread on wholegrain toast for breakfast. Add a sliced hard-boiled egg and a sprinkle of course salt.

Slice leftover chicken and layer a slab of perfectly ripe tomato and garlicky tahini for the perfect sandwich.

Try tahini alongside scrambled eggs and enjoy breakfast for dinner.

Pack tahini with raw veggies for a perfect lunch for you or the kiddos.

Or better yet, serve veggies and tahini before dinner with a chilled glass of rose.

Notes:

This dressing can be made 2 days in advance. Because tahini thickens as it rests, do NOT dress the pasta until you are ready to serve it. If dressing seems too thick, add 1 Tbsp water or lemon juice at a time, and stir until the texture resembles a cream-based salad dressing. 

You’ll have plenty of tahini left over after coating your pasta. It will last 4­-5 days in the refrigerator. 

[rabbitcruiser]

National Egg Day 

National Egg Day on June 3 finds eggs finally breaking out of their shell.

Eggs had some tough years as health experts fretted about the high cholesterol content. But after a revision of the American Heart Association’s guidelines in 2000, the health benefits of eggs seemed to outweigh the concerns. The AHA says healthy adults can enjoy an egg per day and easily remain within the daily cholesterol limit.

Also, a single egg has only 75 calories, which is great for those looking to lose weight. And the seven grams of protein in an average egg almost makes this a superfood with a great calorie-to-protein ratio. So those of us who are big fans of poached, scrambled, over easy, hard-boiled, fried, sunny-side-up, or soft-boiled eggs can feel free to use National Egg Day to utter that timeless phrase, “How do you want your eggs?” And it doesn’t matter if it’s 7am, 7pm, or somewhere in between.

Eggs are great to eat anytime … or any day, for that matter.

National Egg Day timeline

Neolithic AgeWhich Came First?

Archaeological evidence for egg consumption dates back to this period.

1400 B.C.Earliest Records

Fowl lay eggs for human consumption as early as 1400 B.C., according to records from Egypt and China.

300 B.C.What an Idea!

Chicken farmers start incubating chicken eggs in warm clay ovens.

1920sPrimitive Methods

Eggs are still mostly farmed in backyards.

National Egg Day Activities

Try eating a non-chicken egg

Try a new recipe with eggs

Emphasize eggs in your day’s activities

Although Americans primarily eat chicken eggs, that’s not the case in all cultures. Pheasant, quail, goose, gull, and turkey eggs are all popular to eat around the world, offering a slightly different taste from chicken eggs. Consider trying duck eggs, which have more of an orange and blue tint to them. Do you need more food at breakfast? An emu egg is equal to about 12 chicken eggs, while an ostrich egg is equal to about 24 chicken eggs.

Don’t let National Egg Day slip away without cooking a new egg recipe. Consider trying an egg recipe from another culture, such as huevos Mexicana, oyakodon (from Japan), or the French "omelet au boudin de Nancy." (Every French recipe just naturally sounds great.)

Eggs aren’t just for eating on this day. Consider visiting the local zoo and see if you can learn more about birds and eggs in nature. Build a birdhouse with a transparent plastic back so you can see the eggs and the hatchlings as they develop. And because it’s June, consider playing Mythbusters at home and testing whether it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.

Why We Love National Egg Day

Arts & eggs

They can be prepared so many ways

They're good for the brain

Although most people crack the egg shell over the frying pan and don’t think any further about it, uncracked eggshells are great for crafts. Of course, at Easter time, many people paint and decorate hard-boiled eggs. But you can use eggs in arts and crafts at other times too. Hollowed out eggs of all sizes — from ostriches to robins — are used in home crafts and decorations. Just make sure you hollow out the egg first.

We feel pretty confident in saying that, no matter how much you love eating egg dishes, you haven’t tried every possible way to cook eggs. (And if you’re sure you have, you should apply to be the permanent CEO of National Egg Day.) Eggs can be cooked alone or placed in other dishes. Because nearly every culture incorporates eggs into its cuisine, the number of worldwide egg recipes is almost endless.

Nutritionists have not only found that the nutritional value of eggs outweighs their cholesterol level, but that eggs have a positive effect on brain development and on memory enhancement. The nutrient, choline, which is similar to the family of B- vitamins, plays a part in the process of developing signaling molecules in the brain. This means moms should hide the sugary breakfast cereal when it's test day at school for the kids; go with eggs instead!

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[suzieb-fit]

New day, same focus. Health, wellness, positive attitude. Even when we struggle, even when we are challenged, even when we take a step back and need to get back in the game.

I was laid in bed, considering staying there. And I did, for maybe ten minutes.

Then I was up and out for my morning walk. That's more for mental and emotional health. Any physical benefits are a bonus.

And yes, as I set off, I was then considering leaving out my usual pre-breakfast workout. But nope, I got straight into it.

And into a new (old) book. Just finished the Tim Spectre one. Fancied moving on to my third read of FLAG. I never read books just once, unless they're no good 😋

I tried roasting nuts again last night. I didn't forget them this time, thankfully. Mixed them with salted peanuts. No apple this morning. Having some with my afternoon snack.

I gave myself a very easy day. I needed some moderately active recovery.

Fabulous food and macros, a bit of time outside helping the boss with some work he was doing, building a bike stand, plus a tiny bit of fitness and a half hour extra for my target fast time.

All in all, not a bad day.

Heading off in the morning, after training my awesome online lady. Giving her a full body session, after working both upper and lower body separately so far this week.

Then it's a week away in the motorhome.

So I'm calling my holiday in from now.

We'll be walking and cycling, so it's not going to be a lazy week!

And still focusing on higher fat, medium protein and moderate carbs. Lots of nuts will no doubt be eaten 😅.

But I'm taking it easy. Starting now.

And yes, I'll be taking sardines too! Love my sardines. Just had them for lunch with boiled egg, cheese, cottage cheese. Little pile of lettuce and a couple of cherry tomatoes to add a bit of crunch. Salt, pepper and mixed herbs. (Polyphenols for the win!)

[headaching]

hi beck!!<3 who in the world is itscourtneyluna??

vic hi for the love of god hello! thank you (or sorry) for asking…

she’s a tiktoker who partakes in the “carnivore diet” wherein she only eats animal products and byproducts, so just meat and dairy. it’s like extreme keto in that she eats zero fruits or vegetables, but fat content seems to be valued over protein because she rarely eats poultry and generally sticks to red meat. it can cause weight loss due to the complete lack of carbs, but this is obviously not a healthy way to lose weight.

in courtney’s case, i believe she used to post regular baking content on tiktok, then she shifted at some point to what she called “carnivore-ish” where she ate some fruits and vegetables but tried to eat mostly meat/dairy (probably to lose weight). but now she maintains that she’s fully carnivore, to the point where she doesn’t even season her food (besides salt) because seasonings come from plants 😟

itscourtneyluna is an enigma to me. she seems like a troll at first glance because she’s clearly using people’s interest in bizarre food content on tiktok in her favor for rage clicks, but at the same time, she wholeheartedly endorses the alleged “health benefits” of eating a high saturated fat zero carb diet. she will respond to criticism saying everyone is sheeple for eating balanced diets, and that even doctors and nutritionists are unreliable because they were taught the wrong information.

she drinks coffee even though it comes from a plant, and gets upset when people point that out because she “should be allowed to enjoy things even if they’re not 100% carnivore” which like yes queen. absolutely. but you’re the one who led us to believe that a single pepper flake would kill you, so we’re just a little confused.

here are some of the recipes she posts (the ingredients listed are the only ones involved. no seasonings ever.) that tend to go viral because they’re so rage-inducing:

“chaffles” - eggs and shredded cheese melted in a waffle maker, typically used in place of a bun

“beef and butter bites” - ground beef and butter frozen into christmas themed molds

“pre workout” - a bite of kerrygold butter washed down with heavy cream (a direct quote)

“carnivore soup” - ground pork, beef broth, cream cheese, and salt

“carnivore cracker” - a slice of cheese melted in a mini waffle maker until it’s crunchy

“carnivore ice cream” - cream, egg, and salt poured into an ice cream maker

“carnivore pasta” - ground chicken mixed with eggs cut into small pieces, boiled in water, and fried to (allegedly) resemble gnocchi (her words) with a sauce made of butter, cream, and parmesan

“carnivore crispies cereal” - pork rinds with half and half poured over them and eaten in a bowl with a spoon

“carnivore candy” - melted brown butter frozen in candy molds

“carnivore crack” - melted brown butter with “bacon sprinkles” frozen on a sheet pan and broken into chunks as one would with candy bark

and listen. im autistic. i eat weird stuff sometimes. i think people should be able to eat whatever they want without having to answer to anyone. however.

it becomes an issue when you claim everyone should be eating that way, and spread misinformation that was just created to sell shit. this is part of the fascination for me; how can she participate and perpetuate something so blatantly incorrect?

she also likes joe rogan. this woman is not real.

[nowis-scales]

Rating: Mature Audiences

General Warnings: Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Vomiting

Fandoms: Fire Emblem IF/Fire Emblem Fates

Additional Tags: Revelation Route, Childhood Abandonment, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder — PTSD, Family Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, No Deeprealms, Healing

Chapter Word Count: 4,638 words

Chapter Summary: The consequences of Ryoma and Corrin's choices come to a boiling point.

[Read it on AO3.]

Corrin must not be the only one among the confrontation group who is just pretending to sleep.

She is willing to bet that they are all still within the realm of consciousness, hearts heavy with the burden of their choice. She may not be able to see them, but she can easily imagine what they are thinking and feeling.

Memories of Ryoma’s outbursts sneak their way into her mind, and she squeezes her eyes shut, willing them to go away. She longs to forget how desperate he looked when he was calling out to them, begging for their forgiveness, begging to be accepted once more. She was right to refuse to forgive him. Azura had assured her repeatedly of that after the incident happened. She knows that she is not obliged to forgive what he chose to do simply because he is sick, and yet… Part of her wonders if she is only making this worse by prolonging their fight. Would he have agreed to speak with a healer if she forgave him? Would he have accepted it as a sincere act of good faith, or would he have just used it for his own comfort? Would having his confidence again bring her any more of the answers she needed?

Answers. Her push for them had led her to cause Ryoma a nervous breakdown, and somehow, she was still thinking about them. Guilt twists in her belly. At times like these, shouldn’t she be thinking about how to fix things, rather than tearing new holes in the fabric of her life? Has she lost sight of what matters in this desperation for answers?

She heaves a heavy sigh, glancing over to her right. Just as before, there lies a slumbering Lilith. In the wake of the argument, she hadn’t the heart to beg for comfort from the others – but one look kind word from Lilith in the hall and she cracked like an egg. She told the former stablehand everything, sparing no details, and just poured her heart out until there was nothing left to give. Lilith had listened intently, saying nothing, and only offering her sympathy once she knew the recount had drawn to a close. She offered to stay the night in Corrin’s room again, and offered to listen more if she had any more things she wanted to discuss. Corrin is grateful for her willingness, although admittedly, it does strike her as a little odd that advice is not on her list of proposed comforts. Only a short while ago, she was a well of it when it came to Ryoma, yet now she holds her tongue. Why? Perhaps she does not have as great of a read on him as she thought she did, and feels guilty for assuming him to be manipulative. Well, purposefully and maliciously manipulative, anyway. Now she knows just as well as Corrin does that the defining word for him is “desperate”.

It's probably better that she and Lilith don’t talk more. Corrin is sick of the sound of her own voice droning on in misery. The thing no one tells you about sadness is that it can get kind of exhausting after awhile. Several times since she left the room, she has felt an inclination towards tears, but she is bored of them, so she chokes them back down. Crying won’t fix anything. It won’t repair her relationship with her step-brother, nor will it confirm that Anankos is her father, so what’s the use?

Instead, she just takes refuge in looking at Lilith, hoping her slumber is more peaceful than hers will be. More peaceful than hers will be if it ever comes, anyway. She somewhat doubts that it will. Still, she read once that even pretending to sleep can have its health benefits, allowing the actor to feel rejuvenated, so she shuts her eyes once more, trying to draw in enough peace to let herself drift off. Her eyes feel like they have been shut for mere seconds when she senses the flashing of lights just beyond her lids, and the sound of hushed voices outside her bedroom door.

Through the rice paper walls, she can make out the silhouettes of three people: a man, a woman, and a girl. The woman is standing facing the girl, with the lantern lighting the scene secured tightly in her hands. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail that distinguishes her silhouette, and with a second more of understanding, Corrin realizes that the fullness of the figure paired with that hairstyle means that it can only be Kagero. She is speaking in hushed tones to the man, a tall figure with loose hair – and seems to be upset about the imposition upon them. It is not until the man talks back that she realizes that the person she’s hearing is actually Tsubaki, Sakura’s retainer. That means the girl must be Sakura.

A shiver shoots down her spine. If Sakura is awake at this hour, it can only mean bad things. Her mind races with worries of what could have happened. Had Ryoma’s condition worsened? Did one of the others snap under the weight of what they had done? Was someone unexpectedly sick, or hurt? Did… Did Ryoma hurt himself?

Corrin can no longer help herself; she strains to listen the moment that last thought crosses her mind. She needs to get that picture out of her head – or she needs to know if it’s real, so she can do something about it. The idea of Ryoma, sitting alone somewhere, cradling an injury as blood beads at the wound, his breathing ragged and his face twisted in pain… She would be lying if she said some part of her didn’t still resent him, but it tortures her all the same. Sibling or not, she cannot leave him alone to suffer. She needs to know that he’s okay.

“What do you think, Lady Sakura?” Tsubaki whispers, his voice tinged with concern. “Could it be the medication?”

Kagero’s silhouette moves, her head shaking in disagreement. “It cannot be. Lord Ryoma has been taking the same sleeping elixir since he was a child.”

“But you said he’s… loopy?”

“Dizziness and confusion are two of his symptoms, yes,” she replies curtly, almost sounding unimpressed at the way Tsubaki is responding to the situation, “There has been trembling and sweating as well, a bit of an upset stomach.”

Nobody says anything, but she imagines that Sakura has made a face, as within the next moment, Kagero continues.

“We’ve made about three trips to the bathroom in the past hour.”

Ouch. Corrin quietly offers her condolences to Ryoma. Everyone’s had those nights, and they are never easy… and that’s without even considering that there is something much more uncomfortable afoot. She grabs a fistful of bedsheets, searching for an outlet for her energy.

“Is it possible it is the combination of the sleeping medication and anxiety that could be causing the upset?” Tsubaki tries again, clearly not dismayed by the bluntness of Kagero’s answer. “Forgive me for…”

“It’s fine.” Kagero cuts him off. “Yes, Lord Ryoma did receive some troubling news this evening and it was not handled well on either end.”

A small part of Corrin wants to be offended, but she knows Kagero is right. They shouldn’t have ambushed him. Besides, Kagero agreed to it just as much as they did – so she is sharing in some of the blame as well. It is not a lone criticism, even if that does not make the guilt lessen.

“However,” she continues, “The matter of his confusion still troubles me. The medication should bring sleep and perhaps a lack of coordination upon waking, but if he has been up for an hour at this point, the confusion should have subsided. I believe it warrants further examination. What say you, Lady Sakura?”

There is a small hum that escapes from Sakura. “Yes, I… I think I w-want to see that for myself,” she says, voice as small as ever, yet still full of conviction, “It w-w-would be better to check on big brother, j-just in case. If it’s nothing, then it’s nothing, but… I still w-want to check.”

Tsubaki nods. “Very well. Then we should leave at once. Kagero, if you would?”

She doesn’t hear any other voices after that; just the sound of footsteps as the three of them rush away. Their steps are hasty, but light, and Corrin wonders how bad it is if they are choosing to keep it secret yet silent. Why don’t they want anyone else to know? Regardless, she knows, and knowing is enough to draw her out of bed.

She doesn’t go right away, of course. The last thing she wants is to be caught and unceremoniously sent back, assured everything that is fine regardless of whether that is the case. Instead, she chooses to dwell a moment, to test how carefully she can slip out of bed without waking Lilith. At this point she does not know if she can trust Lilith to speak her mind or hold her tongue, so she would rather make the choice for her and keep her sleeping. It’s just better this way.

Corrin estimates about anywhere from ten to fifteen minutes have passed before she starts to move, sliding out from under the covers and creeping towards the door. She is sure to put on a pair of slippers before she goes. They will help her footsteps blend in – the Hoshidans have a thing about appropriate footwear for appropriate occasions. Bare feet in the home are not typically considered polite unless the situation is informal, but shoes in the house are also considered impolite. The castle, she’s decided, is a bit of a grey area… so it’s best to play it safe if she’s going to be sneaking about. Thankfully, her shoe plan seems to work, as neither Lilith nor anyone else seems to notice her creeping down the hall in her night gown. She can just blend in, like any exhausted princess stumbling in the darkness because she needed to use the restroom after waking up. The restroom…

Should she try there first? Kagero mentioned that Ryoma had been in and out as of late, so they could be there. Plus, she can play off her arrival as needing to use a chamberpot, rather than sneaking through the night. At the same time, however, it is likely that they have Ryoma in his room so he can rest. She blinks her heavy eyelids, trying to follow the small smatterings of light from the lanterns. If they went to the king’s suite, they couldn’t have gone far. Just like in Nohr, all of the country’s royals slept in one area of the castle. When something happened with one royal, then each of the others would be more likely to know. The rice paper walls spanning sections of Castle Shirasagi made this easier, letting out more sound and light than stone would. Her eyes, tired and blurry from attempted sleep, are able to make out the dim glow from further down the hall. The corner of her mouth twitches upward at the sight, although she’s not sure why. She has no plan here. What is there to be satisfied about?

The closer she inches to the king’s suite, the more she can make out the voices. The conversation is dominated by Sakura right now, as far as she can tell. It’s only a high voice that she can make out, after all, and all three of the others speak more deeply. Every once in awhile, her ears catch a small grunt or groan, maybe a slurring of something, but that’s it. It’s so little to go off of that she can’t tell whether it’s Ryoma or Tsubaki. Probably the former, if she had to guess, but she needs to get closer. She needs to hear for herself what is happening, so she can cease the pounding of her heart.

At least she can comfort herself with the fact that everyone’s voices sound okay. Sakura sounds… procedural, and if Tsubaki and Kagero aren’t saying anything, that means she is probably in the midst of getting an assessment of Ryoma. Talking to him about his symptoms isn’t so bad. And when she gets over there, she can hear their conversation for herself… but not before claiming that she overheard the noise and wanted to check on everyone (which is now basically not a lie). For this reason, she is able to keep her footsteps delicate and calm, like she’s taking any other leisurely stroll through the castle. It doesn’t have to bring her upon a difficult situation; she can just move as she pleases. It is a momentary peace she is granted as she walks, and one that is so easily destroyed as she comes up on the scene. She is no more than a few paces away from them, barely a few paces away from being noticed, when she hears something between a cough and a gag. Something about the sound sends a shiver down her spine. She takes it a cue to rush to the doorway, placing one hand on the side as she peers in, already desperate to try and take in the scene before. She only has time to take on the sight of Ryoma, keeled over with a hand clamped over his mouth and looking extremely green in the face, before the situation explodes.

Literally.

Hot, brown liquid breaks out from the gaps between Ryoma’s fingers, spraying out and hitting the floor with a sickening sound – and the word “spraying” is not an exaggeration. The weaker of the drops dribble down his hand, and what can’t find its way out through the mouth exits by the nose. The force is, regrettably, about the same. Ryoma trembles and retches, clearly trying to resist, but unable to get the control over his body. His eyes are squeezed shut as his body continues to try and purge itself, gasping and retching and calling up more bile despite his best efforts. Before long Ryoma is forced to pull his hand away to steady himself, down on all fours, spilling the contents of his supper across the floor.

A virus? Corrin wonders. Or maybe anxiety.

Anything to tell herself that she didn’t do this to him, a small voice presses bitterly. She shoves it away, but it still makes her palms sweat.

“B-Big Brother, are you okay?”

The nature of Ryoma’s illness was so violent, Corrin lost sight of the others in the room. She barely took note of Sakura at Ryoma’s side, her tiny hand pressed to his back soothingly. Her brows are furrowed as she leans over him, trying to offer support however she can, but he’s just too sick to acknowledge her right now. All she can see him doing for the next minute or so is just trying to regain control. It certainly doesn’t help that he already looks like hell.

He’s a pitiful sight, really. His hair has surprisingly attained new levels of disheveled, as if the usual mass of waist-length uncontrollable hair suddenly learned new ways to rebel. A few strands hang down as if to camouflage his face – one embarrassingly catching a chunk of half-digested food from his sick. The hair almost manages to hide his eyes. She can still make out how tired and hazy they are, the lines under them rivaled only by the sadness and confusion that seems to overtake them. His kimono’s sleeve has started to slip off his left shoulder and expose his collarbone. If she looks closer, she can make out faint lines of sweat soaking through the fabric. His entire body trembles like he’s been left in the Ice Tribe’s cold, and the way his face is twisted, it just looks like he’s in physical pain. She can’t imagine one bout of particularly aggressive vomiting would do that to a person. He’s practically gasping for breath.

“Is this cause for further concern, Lady Sakura?” Kagero asks from a further corner of the room, seemingly unsure of whether to approach her liege or leave him be. Even with her usually lacking emotions, Corrin can see the swell of pity in her eyes as she gazes down at him.

“I-I’m afraid so,” Sakura murmurs, biting at her lip, “Dizziness, confusion, shivering, high temperature, diarrhea, vomiting… T-These aren’t good.”

“What do you think it is?” Kagero asks, and Sakura is about to open her mouth to answer, when suddenly Tsubaki clears his throat.

For a moment, Corrin tries to follow their eyes to see what they’re looking at.

She promptly realizes that it’s her.

Almost immediately, she shrinks under the weight of their gaze. “I-I heard some commotion. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Ryoma groans, but she can’t tell if it’s at her or just the situation. For all she knows, it could still feel like something is stuck at the back of his throat. Sakura pats his back as comfortingly as she can. Meanwhile, Kagero and Tsubaki exchange quick glances. She is all too aware that they are sizing her up.

“Lord Ryoma is feeling unwell, that’s all,” Tsubaki replies in a voice so saccharine, Corrin feels like she, too, could be sick. “Lady Sakura is conducting an evaluation, and Kagero and I are here for additional support. While we appreciate your concern, milady, I assure you that everything is under control.”

Corrin’s eyes fall on Sakura, frowning. Does she know about the discussion that occurred earlier this evening, she wonders. Hinoka had advised against letting Sakura know about the readings, but had she heard the struggle and been filled in? Had Kagero thought it important that she be in the know? Surely, something must have come up… Why else would Kagero have made mention of Ryoma’s reception of negative news? … Is that why Sakura won’t look at her now? Does she feel as betrayed as Ryoma does?

Ugh. It still kills her that Ryoma feels so betrayed. Some part of her always knew he would, but… she naively hoped that he would understand, at least a little. The bare minimum acknowledgement he was granting her seems to suggest otherwise.

Her chest feels tight, but she tries to talk anyway. “Surely I could fetch you some towels, or… or something,” she takes another step through the doorway. “Maybe call for an additional healer?”

“It’s likely nothing more than a stomach bug, Lady Corrin.” Kagero says, her voice pinched and unyielding in a way that Corrin just hates. Where does she get off talking to her like that, she thinks bitterly. She was almost just as involved in the confrontation as Corrin was, after all. When did she decide it was time to keep secrets and play sides?

“A strangely timed one, then.”

The words seem to catch Kagero’s attention, her gaze lingering on Corrin for an extra moment. The hint of a frown creases her brows. Otherwise, she says nothing. She simply nods and turns her attention back to Corrin’s step-siblings, getting the hint. Whether they want her there or not, Corrin will not be departing any time soon. Her conviction is firm.

“A-Are you done being sick for now, Big Brother?” She hears Sakura ask from down below, her voice as smooth and sweet as honey. When he doesn’t respond, breaths still heaving out of his chest, her fingers brush to move some hair away from his face. “B-Big Brother?”

Ryoma shakes his head for about three seconds, then winces like he regrets it. Probably not the best motion to perform while dizzy. “I-I’m still… sick.”

Sakura starts gathering his hair into a ponytail with her hands. “You’re going to throw up again?”

“No,” he grumbles, sounding almost frustrated with her. His teeth are gritted. “I-I’m not… going to purge… again… but I’m still… sick…”

The earlier assertions certainly weren’t inaccurate. He is confused. How high could his temperature be, for him to be just toeing the line between lucid and delirious? How would he have even acquired such an illness, if it really was an illness he had? She is about to open her mouth to ask the question, when she notices a deep frown etch itself into Sakura’s face. Something about the look in her eyes and the way she’s holding her mouth makes Corrin’s stomach squirm like a bucket of eels. She quickly wipes her sweaty palms on her nightgown, trying not to look so concerned.

She’s probably failing.

“That’s… that’s not what I…” Sakura’s voice is still so gentle, so smooth – but when she pauses to speak again, Corrin can’t help but notice how chillingly neutral it becomes. She reunites her feet with the ground, shifting closer to Ryoma’s face. “Can you turn your head and look at me, please?”

Whatever Sakura sees, Corrin wishes she was seeing it, too. The tone of her voice and the look in her eye sends a shiver down her back, and the way Ryoma doesn’t really respond at first only makes the feeling worse. He just kind of stares, blinking. It’s almost like he’s an animal who doesn’t know where it is.

“Just for a moment, I promise. Please.”

The request appears to register this time, as he offers a soft nod. Consent. Corrin watches as Sakura’s hand slides just under Ryoma’s chin, tilting his head upwards and towards her as gently as she possibly can. He doesn’t seem to react much to it, perhaps apart from a slight wince, but he allows her to do it. It is just another part of the procedure; Corrin tries to tell herself.

So why does it feel like everyone in the room is collectively holding their breath?

The seconds feel like hours of waiting. Sakura takes her time with the investigation. She scrutinizes every detail of his face, every last scar and freckle, until suddenly her eyebrows knit together so intensely, one would think she saw signs of another war. Corrin’s heart leaps. Goosebumps litter her arms as she watches Sakura’s hand slide from Ryoma’s face to his shoulders. Her hand arches like a claw, and her eyes turn wild. Corrin opens her mouth to say something, to ask what’s wrong, but she doesn’t get more than a few of the first syllables when Sakura’s voice cuts through the air.

It is the scariest that Sakura has ever sounded.

“What did you take?”

No one knew Sakura’s voice could drop so low. For a moment, Corrin thinks she is angry, so furious that she could scream, but as the tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she knows that it must be something else. Even if Sakura’s nails are digging into Ryoma’s shoulders, so tightly to the point of discomfort, it is a sisterly terror that is here.

“W-What did you take?!”

Within seconds, Tsubaki is stepping towards her. “Milady-”

Sakura whips her head around to look at him, her bottom lip quivering like an earthquake. “H-H-He took something, Tsubaki! He t-t-took something he wasn’t supposed t-to have!”

Kagero’s eyes go wide, and Corrin feels her heart drop. Was this his way of…? Did he actually intend to…? Kagero had been so confident that that was not going to be the answer. She feels like she could throw up. “Impossible. All of the medicine Lord Ryoma took, I administered myself. The dosage was just right.”

Tsubaki quirks a brow, the only person in the room seemingly able to hold onto their semblance of calm during this moment. He’s so disconnected that it almost makes Corrin feel insulted. “The dosage being…?”

“One full cup of the sleeping medicine. That is all. Lord Ryoma has been taking this medicine since before his genpuku ceremony. He knows how to take what he needs, and I know how to give it to him.”

But then when would he…?

Was I right?

Tears prick at Corrin’s eyes, and though she promised herself she wouldn’t, she longs to let them fall. Her arms wrap around herself, hugging tight, trying to keep steady in the face of all this. It is a high expectation. After all, if what she thinks is true, then it is she who has done this to him. She’s the one who pushed him too far. Her teeth bear down on her lip, as if to stop it from trembling. Like a child, she wishes her siblings were here right now. Perhaps she should have brought Lilith with her after all…

“What has he eaten today?”

“We only managed two full meals. Simple oyaku for breakfast, and tonkatsu and steamed vegetables for dinner. Both were checked for poison, right down to every side dish.”

Tsubaki nods, turning back to Sakura. His arms fold across his chest. “Lady Sakura, are any other ailments or conditions possible? Are you absolutely certain that this is the only answer?”

“L-Look at his pupils, Tsubaki!” Her hand juts out, nearly dragging her fingertips across Ryoma’s face and making him flinch. “They’re n-not supposed to be that size. A v-v-virus is one thing, but the confusion, the p-projectile vomiting, the pupil size… something is affecting his head!”

“W-What do we do?!” Corrin squeaks, shock finally freeing her voice from the prison of her fear. Gods, how is that happening? How can she have failed him again? All the way along, she’s been trying to make things better between them, but so far she’s only succeeded in making them worse. She doesn’t even have the luxury of wallowing in her self-pity this time. Her palms are sweating and her heart is racing, and she knows that she has to do something to help Ryoma. “S-Should we call another healer?”

“Yes!” Sakura nods at her. “A-A-As many as you can find on short notice. We need to figure out what this is.”

Kagero nods. Corrin expects more words, perhaps some of comfort or consolation, but finds the air empty. With a snap of the fingers, Kagero vanishes, leaving Corrin at a loss. Should she have gone with her? There is no way she’d be able to match Kagero’s speed…

“Are there any other supplies you need from your quarters, milady?”

“I c-c-can’t tell until I know what the substance was.” She pauses for a moment, contemplating. Her eyes are still watering, but her conviction is strong. Any anxieties of her own won’t stop her from treating her brother. Corrin is almost envious of how brave she seems. “B-Bring me activated charcoal.”

Activated charcoal… Corrin thinks. If she remembers correctly, that’s the one that absorbs toxins. Gunter taught her that one, after she and Elise nearly ate a basket full of poisonous berries they picked. Whatever’s going on with Ryoma, Sakura seems certain it is contained in his stomach and merely being spread about his body. But what could possibly have happened to make the reaction? Mere sleeping medicine wouldn’t… was it out of date, maybe? Her stomach twists. Oh gods. She can’t even tell how bad this is. She glances to Sakura, hoping to see some sort of answer on her sister’s face as Tsubaki darts from the room – but the third princess is still as serious as ever. When her eyes link on Corrin’s, she knows she means business.

“You should go get the others.”

Corrin swallows, and in a small voice, she asks: “Is it that bad?”

“I…” She shakes her head. “I d-don’t know… but they deserve to know.”

It will break their hearts, she wants to say. They will carry this with them for a long time.

But what’s the use?

The burden will be even heavier if something more happens and they are not all present.

[everyroronoazoro]

do you have any hcs for a modern au zoro?

hmmm nothing in particular but i think he should remain both as "just some guy" and also "WOW what a freak weirdo". He owns the rattiest clothing known to man, eats plain boiled chicken as a meal, and probably puts raw eggs in his workout drinks for the "health benefits". He also has a horrifically cracked phone screen but doesn't ever get a new one because he'll "get around to it later" or "it's still working fine". Usopp definitely cut his finger on the screen once.

[nspnutritionusa]

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[ewan-mo]

Our first graduate and out to the villages

Monday 6th March 2023

Ewan and I first came to Kumi Hospital in 2018. We met Amuron, then a general registered nurse. This year she graduated as a psychiatric clinical officer, having been sponsored by Jamie’s Fund, and is taking the lead in the development of mental health services in Kumi Hospital. Having been impressed by Amuron’s lovely warm personality, intelligence and care for people with mental illness, we are thrilled to have witnessed this career progression.

Dr Raymond, Medical Director, and Amuron

Kumi Hospital was originally for leprosy patients and is a spacious and serene setting – that suits our patients with acute mental illness too. The medical director is new, and is building a good team, supporting Amuron in all the possibilities for the future.  

It is in a poor area.  Most people are subsistence farmers.  The soil looks poor and bare rock is visible in some places.  The main crops are the more drought-resistant ones – millet, sorghum (a kind of millet) and cassava. Most of the houses are of sun dried mud brick, rather than the more durable and more expensive fired brick and most have thatched roofs rather than the corrugated iron we commented on before

We had a morning meeting, with what we thought was an early lunch part way through: bread, boiled egg, mandazi (Ugandan doughnut, sort-of), and banana. Great work in the meeting, reviewing Amuron’s annual report and considering her project proposal for what next.

The team then invited us to join them on a home visit. Oh yes please!

Our vehicle took us with Amuron and her colleague out to a rural area, dry and brown, awaiting the rains.  The vehicle stopped under a tree, and a relative of the lady concerned led us on a long walk through the cassava fields under the midday sun. Brought back so many memories of similar expeditions in earlier times. 

You learn so much on such a visit. We were sitting amidst a ring of thatched houses, the lady herself there, with the husband across the circle, while a whole group of neighbours and assorted children sat in a ring on the dusty ground preparing the cassava tubers in the centre. 

Taking the outer coating off the cassava

The clinical consultation continued, and no one took the slightest heed to issues of confidentiality. That doesn’t take a priority as it does in the west. You need your family, neighbours and friends to support you, and they might as well hear what is being said so they are properly genned up. All very interesting indeed.

Then, would we mind seeing another patient? A similar trek, to find that this patient had taken off to avoid us and didn’t look like she was coming back any time soon. So we talked to the family and concerned friends while we could. 

A relative plaiting rope out of sisal.

Finally, perhaps just one more? Off we went again across the fields. This was a man of 40 or so, at home with his parents, and depressed for a long time. We were able to discuss possible changes of meds, and identified some psychosocial dynamics that might benefit from discussion. 

There is something very special about seeing patients at home.

As we got back, lunch appeared, the full whack with rice, Irish potatoes (called thus since our Malawi days long ago), beef stew, veggie casseroles and water melon. Oh! That earlier little confection must have been breakfast!

We drove on later in the afternoon ...

Rocky outcrop with mudbricks drying. Eucalyptus trees widely grown for straight poles in 4 to 5 years, but alien to the ecology.

... to arrive at the Benedictine Eye Hospital in Tororo, and gave ourselves another, brisker walk to get the legs going again. We are sleeping tonight at the Benedictine Fathers’ Retreat Centre.

At supper we met the delightful Philip, Austrian, working with Caritas, the Catholic development and psychosocial agency, to improve agriculture and another Spanish brother who has worked with people with intellectual disability in a rehab workshop. We think he does carpentry with them. He has virtually no English and our “best” combined language was fractured French. What a wonderful maelstrom of 4 spoken languages and Google translate!

I also talked with the other couple in the dining room who were Ugandan, and were here for husband to have his cataract done tomorrow.