#Swollen battery is so scaries to me...

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Guh.... I need to take care of my old 3DS . Her battery

[a-high-femme]

hi, folks. I always feel weird putting disclaimers like this on my blog, but I wanted to give you guys a heads up.

I'm still chronically online, but I can feel myself pulling away from DMs a little bit, and I'm assuming that that's going to be a trend for at least the next week. the past month has been hell and my social battery is always the first thing that's compromised when I'm dealing with prolonged stress; please don't take it personally if I'm slow to respond. scrolling and reblogging and responding to asks on here is a significant way that I distract myself when I'm stressed, and doing these things takes a LOT less effort for my brain than holding a full conversation, especially with people I have less-established rapports with. it isn't reflective of how I feel about any particular mutuals— it's just reflective of how at-capacity (honestly, beyond capacity) my brain is right now.

tI;dr: just because I'm active/online doesn't mean I'm going to be responding to my DMs consistently or swiftly. I generally try my best to keep up with them, but that's not a realistic expectation to hold myself to right now. it isn't personal.

for those keeping up with the saga of my cat's health (the resorptive lesions on her teeth which likely caused the inflamed lymph node two weeks ago), most of her bloodwork panel came back today and the clinic just called with results. I'll describe the results under the break (along with a full summary of what's been going on/details of her treatment going forward).

Lettie had to go to the vet on 5/16 for a big lump on her throat; they originally thought it was an abscess, but when they went to drain it it became clear that it was a severely swollen lymph node. they drained the area, sampled the fluid, and took a small tissue sample and sent it off for a biopsy. while she was under sedation, they also discovered some resorptive lesions* below the gumline on a couple of her teeth; they scraped away the excess inflamed gum, but they gave me a heads-up that it would have to be dealt with sooner rather that later, since it would reoccur without extraction. luckily, her annual appointment (which I scheduled months ago) was this past Saturday on 5/31, the day after her two-week recovery period from her 5/16 visit ended, so her teeth were the first thing I mentioned to them.

her biopsy results from the lymph node sample came back negative for cancerous cells, but it was inconclusive as to what caused the infection in the first place. at her annual this past weekend, they ran a full panel of bloodwork for two reasons: 1.) to try to rule out some major possibilities for why a young cat could be having these dental issues this early in her life (primarily they were worried about FIV/FeLV) and 2.) to get bloodwork on file ahead of her emergency dental extractions, which are scheduled for this Wednesday (6/4).

Lettie's chemistry is altogether pretty normal— she has a mildly elevated liver-related value, but that could be from her recent infections, so they'll be retesting a few weeks after her upcoming surgery. FIV/FeLV both came back negative, her thyroid results are normal, and her white and red blood cells counts are both normal. her coronavirus results are still pending, but if the corona comes back negative and the follow-up testing on her liver value comes back normal (later this summer, after the infections clear), that means this issue is ✨genetic✨ and it's likely that her dental issues will reoccur long-term. translation: it's almost certain that eventually she'll need more teeth extracted.

these results are a bit of a mixed bag. let me state the obvious: I'm SO fucking relieved that she doesn't have FIV/FeLV. I hate seeing my cat sick and I was worried about the possibility of it being a big scary disease. but the thing about those big scary diseases is that, even though they aren't curable, they are treatable/ manageable. since this is likely a progressive, genetic dental issue, she could end up losing more/all of her teeth as she gets older, and the best thing I can do for her is to just brush her teeth, keep an eye on her gumline, and reach out to her care team when she shows signs of lesions again, which... just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

on Wednesday morning I'll be dropping her off at her vet's office; she'll get x-rays and they'll determine how many teeth need to come out. right now they know for sure that she needs 1-2 teeth extracted, but it's possible that there are more teeth with lesions beneath the gum line that they can't see without the x-rays. she'll be sedated, they'll extract the compromised teeth, I'll get her back by the end of the day, and we'll restart the two-week countdown for getting her out of a cone; her sutures from 5/16 are almost fully dissolved, but she'll have new stitches after the dental extractions, so back into the soft donut-patterned cone she goes. she weirdly doesn't like wet food, so I suspect that it's going to be a struggle to get her to eat for a few days. I will be a wreck.

I'm currently trying to breathe through it and remind myself that her genetic issues are completely out of my control, and the only thing I can control is giving her the best and most timely care that I can get her, which is what l'm doing. she doesn't get as much time as we do, and I just want her life to be as good and easy as it can be for her. ✨this shit sucks.✨

* her teeth are essentially eating themselves, and the surrounding gum is trying to fill in the holes in her teeth, which inflames the area and makes her very uncomfortable. long-term, extractions should relieve a lot of pain and discomfort for her once they heal up and the initial pain of the stitches goes away.

here is a Lettie photo for those of you who made it to the end of this very long post:

[anonymolly]

hi, folks. I always feel weird putting disclaimers like this on my blog, but I wanted to give you guys a heads up.

I’m still chronically online, but I can feel myself pulling away from DMs a little bit, and I’m assuming that that’s going to be a trend for at least the next week. the past month has been hell and my social battery is always the first thing that’s compromised when I’m dealing with ongoing stress; please don’t take it personally if I’m slow to respond. scrolling and reblogging and responding to asks on here is a significant way that I distract myself when I’m stressed, and doing these things takes a LOT less effort for my brain than holding a full conversation, especially with people I have less-established rapports with. it isn’t reflective of how I feel about any particular mutuals— it’s just reflective of how at-capacity (honestly, beyond capacity) my brain is right now.

tl;dr: just because I’m active/online doesn’t mean I’m going to be responding to my DMs consistently or swiftly. I generally try my best to keep up with them, but that’s not a realistic expectation to hold myself to right now. it isn’t personal.

for those keeping up with the saga of my cat’s health (the resorptive lesions on her teeth which likely caused the inflamed lymph node two weeks ago), most of her bloodwork panel came back today and the clinic just called with results. I’ll describe the results under the break (along with a full summary of what’s been going on/details of her treatment going forward).

Lettie had to go to the vet on 5/16 for a big lump on her throat; they originally thought it was an abscess, but when they went to drain it it became clear that it was a severely swollen lymph node. they drained the area, sampled the fluid, and took a small tissue sample and sent it off for a biopsy. while she was under sedation, they also discovered some resorptive lesions* below the gumline on a couple of her teeth; they scraped away the excess inflamed gum, but they gave me a heads-up that it would have to be dealt with sooner rather that later, since it would reoccur without extraction. luckily, her annual appointment (which I scheduled months ago) was this past Saturday on 5/31, the day after her two-week recovery period from her 5/16 visit ended, so her teeth were the first thing I mentioned to them.

her biopsy results from the lymph node sample came back negative for cancerous cells, but it was inconclusive as to what caused the infection in the first place. at her annual this past weekend, they ran a full panel of bloodwork for two reasons: 1.) to try to rule out some major possibilities for why a young cat could be having these dental issues this early in her life (primarily they were worried about FIV/FeLV) and 2.) to get bloodwork on file ahead of her emergency dental extractions, which are scheduled for this Wednesday (6/4).

Lettie’s chemistry is altogether pretty normal— she has a mildly elevated liver-related value, but that could be from her recent infections, so they’ll be retesting a few weeks after her upcoming surgery. FIV/FeLV both came back negative, her thyroid results are normal, and her white and red blood cells counts are both normal.

her coronavirus results are still pending, but if the corona comes back negative and the follow-up testing on her liver value comes back normal (later this summer, after the infections clear), that means this issue is ✨genetic✨ and it’s likely that her dental issues will reoccur long-term. translation: it’s almost certain that eventually she’ll need more teeth extracted.

these results are a bit of a mixed bag. let me state the obvious: I’m SO fucking relieved that she doesn’t have FIV/FeLV. I hate seeing my cat sick and I was worried about the possibility of it being a big scary disease. but the thing about those big scary diseases is that, even though they aren’t curable, they are treatable/manageable. since this is likely a progressive, genetic dental issue, she could end up losing more/all of her teeth as she gets older, and the best thing I can do for her is to just brush her teeth, keep an eye on her gumline, and reach out to her care team when she shows signs of lesions again, which… just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

on Wednesday morning I’ll be dropping her off at her vet’s office; she’ll get x-rays and they’ll determine how many teeth need to come out. right now they know for sure that she needs 1-2 teeth extracted, but it’s possible that there are more teeth with lesions beneath the gum line that they can’t see without the x-rays. she’ll be sedated, they’ll extract the compromised teeth, I’ll get her back by the end of the day, and we’ll restart the two-week countdown for getting her out of a cone; her sutures from 5/16 are almost fully dissolved, but she’ll have new stitches after the dental extractions, so back into the soft donut-patterned cone she goes. she weirdly doesn’t like wet food, so I suspect that it’s going to be a struggle to get her to eat for a few days.

I’m currently trying to breathe through it and remind myself that her genetic issues are completely out of my control, and the only thing I can control is giving her the best and most timely care that I can get her, which is what I’m doing. she doesn’t get as much time as we do, and I just want her life to be as good and easy as it can be for her. ✨ this shit sucks. ✨

*her teeth are essentially eating themselves, and the surrounding gum is trying to fill in the holes in her teeth, which inflames the area and makes her very uncomfortable. long-term, extractions should relieve a lot of pain and discomfort for her once they heal up and the initial pain of the stitches goes away.

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*wheezes* 👏🏾 meep

The smell of fresh baked cookies and buttery popcorn invaded everyone's nostrils on a dim Tuesday night. The lights were off, living room lit only with colored battery-powered led lights Edwin brought for the house from Amazon.

Tonight was movie night with the guys and of course their votes outweighed the girls. They decided on Halloween, a horror movie. Horror movies weren't really your thing. You'd normally watch half and then zone out through the other half to save yourself the nightmares when you went to sleep.

"Do we have to watch this?" Ansley asked, annoyed also. You sided with her, trying to convince the guys to go for a comedy but their minds were made up.

"It's not that scary" Nick muttered, pressing play on the movie.

Throughout the film you gradually moved from next to Zion to completely in his lap.

Your lips fell into pout as you pulled the covers to your eyes to keep from seeing people get caught and murdered.

"You okay mamas?"

You head shook feverishly before turning to your boyfriend, throwing your head over his shoulder. His hands rested over the thin material of your pajama shorts on your ass.

Zion's chuckle vibrated your body, "you're a big ass baby"

You plucked his ear, "Leave me alone"

As boredom clouded your brain you grew interest in Zion's face. His square jaw, light lashes, almond shaped eyes, perfect smile .. all breathtaking features he possessed.

Your boredom drew you to draw circles on his back. Inch by inch your lips rolled closer to his neck. Your lips latched onto an open area of skin, lightly nibbling down.

Zion's head leaned back in pleasure for you to continue. Your hips slowly started to grind against the thin cotton fabric of his pajama pants. It wasn't long before you could feel Daquavius growing in his pants.

You let out a hearty shudder at the touch of his cold hands inserting your pajama shorts.

Everyone looked back at you two on the couch suspiciously. It was a known fact you and Zion can't ever keep your hands off eachother so it wouldn't be no surprise to catch you two in the moment. It's not like all his band mates haven't walked in on you guys before.

Zion's free hand rubbed your back "It's not that scary mamas" , playing it off. Heads slowly started turning back to the cinema.

"He brought his hands out your pants, sucking his middle finger before bringing it to his lips to hush you. You nodded in compliance, hungry for his touch.

His hand slid back into your shorts, thumb rubbing against your swollen clit in circular motions. His right thumb rested between your lips for you to suck on.

A smirk spread across Zion's lips as he dragged his fingers down your lips, playing in your wetness before inserting two fingers in your heat.

He started off with two fingers, gradually adding a third.

Your hips gently rocked to the beat of his fingers. "Good girl"

Zion lifted the covers to your shoulders as a curtain. He pulled your shirt up, exposing your breast. He was careful to quietly suck on your boobs, lightly running his teeth across your nipple.

Your suck on his thumb became more harsh after completing eye contact with him. Your legs began to tremble from the double pleasure. A burning fire inside of you just wanted to scream and pant his name.

The familiar blissful feeling stirred up in your stomach.

Your hand harshly gripped his wrist in protest. He brought his lips to your ear, "You cummin princess?"

Your head nodded, mouth gaped open. A small cocky chuckle left his mouth as he watched you unwind in his lap.

A sudden gasp for air filled your lungs for a breath of air you didn't know you needed. Thank god the girl on tv getting murder had screams that masked your noise.

Zion peeled the covers back, staring at his wet lap.

His surprised face turned into an amused one. Plenty of giggles from him filled the room, not capturing anyone's attention this time.

Your limp legs sprawled out over his lap with your head slung over his shoulder.

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Breathe with me. Chapter 19

Chaptere 18 here

Hana entered her room and threw  Masquerade mask on the bed. She was more excited than usual but also very stressed. For a months following that night when Liam threw her away like a broken toy, she was trying to find something that would destroy his marriage. He didn't look at her once since she came back to court and Hana was smart enough to understand that she doesn't attract him anymore. But would it change, she will take any opportunity. Despite the pain he caused, despite his disinterest in her, she loved him desperately and couldn't imagine a better thing in this life than to be by his side, to be held by him like once before and to be loved back. 

And now, after months she spent, desperately looking for a tiniest hint of scandal, tiniest weakness in Liam's privacy, she finally heard something interesting. 

If Muhammad doesn't come to a mountain then a mountain will come to Muhammad. I might never get another chance so I must to orchestrate the situation, to make sure that there will be a scandal that will ruin this marriage. But how? Good thing that I can use Rashad but this is not enough. Maybe if I had someone who is close to Liam all the time. I need someone who will give me the information. So far I have nothing. 

Hana found her phone under pile of clothes and dialed a number. 

-Good morning, father. I hope I didn't wake you up. 

-Good morning, Hana. No, you didn't. I am already working. Everything is fine? - she heard reply. 

Hana knew that her father didn't like when she called for no reason and even more than that he hated his work to be interrupted so she went straight to the point. 

-Father, I need a help. Dad, it's very important. Can you find a way to bribe one of Liam's bodyguards or something? 

-Liam? As a king of Cordonia? Hana, my girl, why do you need me to bribe one of his bodyguards? First of all, this is impossible. Second, I don't like sound of that. Have you lost your mind? What do you want to do to Liam? 

-I am not going to do anything to Liam and I haven't lost my mind. It's opposite. I want to do what you sent me here for.  - Hana replied to her father. 

-We sent you there to find a good match, Hana. The King is married already so you must focus on Lord Rashad. That's why you were sent back to the court. 

-And what if I tell you that I can change that? - Hana was desperate to convince her father. Without her parents help she was designed to fail. She had no needed connections.

-Is that a possibility, Hana? Do you think that its possible? You failed when he was single and looking for a bride. What makes you think that you can succeed now when he is married? - There was confusion in Mr. Lee voice. 

-Now he doesn't have Constantine to make choices for him, dad. - Hana was bluffing and she knew it. Even without Constantine she was far from conquesting Liam. 

-We can't talk about it on the phone, my child - Mr. Lee replied after a minute.-Come home so we can discuss everything. 

-OK, father… - Hana started but was interrupted. 

-No, me and your mother will come to Cordonia. If what you are saying is possible, I need to be there and see what I can do. 

Hana said goodbye to her father and unzipped a dress. On a bright side, she already had a friend in Madeleine's entourage and Penelope was clueless enough to become Hana's tool. 

***

Madeleine was sitting in front of the mirror  removing make up. She was restless, a desire was driving her crazy but there was no way to satisfy it right now. Finally she was done, Madeleine rubbed night cream into her skin and grabbed  phone to check a schedule. Adjusting to the role of Queen kept her busy and somewhat distracted from what her body needed. 

According to her schedule, this week her and Liam had to attend European Union leaders summit in Paris. While Liam would be meeting with presidents and prime ministers, she would be stuck with their wives smiling for the pictures. But at least she will have nights all for herself. 

That's my last chance before I am getting pregnant. 

After that it will be to dangerous for a baby. 

Liam wasn't kidding when he said that her funds will be very limited but she had money from her estate. 

Just this one time. Luck is on my side, Paris is the place I need. It won't be cheap but I can't resist. Time to renew my membership. 

Madeleine walked to the bedroom, got in her bed and turned off the lamp. Her fingers touched a swollen bud and she moaned loudly. 

***

Meanwhile in New York Lina just came home after having coffee with Thomas. They met right after she called him and Lina suspected that he had to cancel a few meetings for it but she wasn't sure. 

She felt very awkward at first but Thomas didn't touch any sensitive subjects and after thirty minutes it felt like a meeting of two friends. 

Lina didn't love him, her heart belonged to Liam but just now she realized that she was missing him. The evenings they spent in his apartments talking about anything and everything, that feeling of stability he was giving her. But at the same time Lina knew that it would be cruel to string him along. He needed to forget about her and the best way to do it was to never see her again. With a heavy heart Lina said that it's their last meeting. He needed closure and she gave it to him. 

Lina took a quick shower, changed and then got a phone out of her purse. It was dead, she forgot to charge it a night before. She wondered if Liam tried to call her while her phone was dead but laughed at herself. Wistful thinking. He hasn't called her for days and it made her to feel forgotten and neglected. At least she could comfort herself imagining that he tried to call her but her phone was dead. 

She plugged the charger in, waited a minute and turned the phone on. In thirty seconds the screen lighted up and Lina entered her pin. Almost immediately the phone in her hand buzzed and she saw Liam's picture on the screen but before she could answer the call, the phone went dead again. She put it in the night table and sat on the bed. Her heart was beating so fast that she heard every beat. A happiness washed over her. 

He didn't forget about me. He called. 

But as quick as it came, her happiness was replaced with disgust.

Lina was disgusted with herself. It took only seeing his name on the screen to make her a completely happy person. She realized what a huge power over her he has now. 

This is really scary. God, I am so scared. He isn't mine, he is many kilometers away hidden behind palace walls and bodyguards. He can toss me away any second and I'll never see him again. Who am I in his life? Just a toy he can play with for a few months? For a year? Or maybe he doesn't want me anymore? He can have any woman he wants. How will I survive it? Will I survive it when he will want to move on? Or maybe that's what he wants now. 

He had a power to smash her heart into million pieces  and she will never be able to gather those pieces together again, she just knew it somehow. Right in this moment she realized that this is it, her "once in lifetime" love. Even if they spent together only one month, it was enough to make Liam a center of Lina's universe. 

With a shaking hand she reached for her phone and tried to turn it on again. The battery was at ten percent already so she dialed Liam's number. 

Liam answered  almost immediately. 

-Lin, are you alright? - she heard his voice even before she had time to say hello. 

-Yes, yes I am. And you? 

-Not so good- he replied. - Your phone was off, then you declined my call so I was worried. Mara wouldn't tell me anything. 

Lina giggled quietly. 

-Did you call her? Because I sent her home after an interview. 

-What interview? - Liam asked, there was a concern in his voice for some reason. 

-Job interview. I had one earlier today. Haven't Mara told you? 

-No, she refused to say anything about you. Said that I gave her some order not to report to me. 

Lina giggled again. 

-Well, anyway, this interview went really well and I am hoping to have this job. Then Mara can return to Cordonia because there is no way she would follow me to my work. - Lina said remembering her earlier decision to put an end to this elitarist madness. She wasn't some kind of celebrity to be followed by bodyguards. 

-Mara is not returning to Cordonia. If you don't want to have her with you all the time that's alright. But at least allow her to be there, just in case of emergency. It's a life, baby. Anything could happen.

-Okay, she can stay here as my roommate then. This place is to big for me anyway. - Lina was glad that she managed to solve this so quick. There was no point to insist for Mara to leave. They hardly ever met inside of penthouse, Mara's room was in another wing. - So enough about me. How are you doing for real? 

Lina heard Liam's breath, like something was waging him. 

-I am okay I guess. The Masquerade is wrapping up right now, I left early.

-A Masquerade-Lina repeated. - Sounds fancy. Did you have fun? 

-It was okay but honestly, I wish I could skip it and talk to you instead. And sleep for some twenty hours after. - His voice really did sound tired. 

Lina closed her eyes enjoying the sound  of his voice. She missed him so much. She wanted nothing more but to be held by him again, just to put her head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. 

I wish. He won't be returning to me after hard day at work like it happens with everyone else. 

Lina snapped out of her thoughts. 

-Baby are you there? - she heard Liam asking. 

-Yes I am, sorry. What did you say? 

-I said that I might come to New York in two weeks. 

Lina's heart dropped. Two weeks. It was too long. She needed to see him sooner, much sooner. 

-That's great. - she couldn't   hide disappointment in her voice but Liam interpreted it in his own way. 

-You don't sound to happy about it.- his voice now mirrored hers, full of disappointment. 

-I am. I'll be glad to see you. - Lina held her tongue back, she didn't want to sound desperate. Anything to hide how desperately she missed him. 

-Me too. I miss you. I really do. - Liam added quietly and Lina's heart melted a bit, he sounded so sincere. 

-Me too, Liam. I miss you too. 

They spoke a bit longer but Liam sounded so tired that Lina finished a call sending him to get some sleep. 

Next morning a phone call woke Lina up. Without looking at callers ID she picked up and heard female voice in the other end. 

-Good morning, miss Andrews. It's Rebecca Mason from Nixon Technologies. 

Lina sat straight in her bed trying to sound like she woke up hours ago and not just now. 

-Good morning, miss Mason. 

-Your candidature was approved. Thought not for a position you originally applied for. 

Lina rubbed her eyes in confusion. 

-What does it mean?-she asked. 

-You see, miss Andrews, there was a situation. To keep it short, mister Nixon needs to replace his assistant and he approved your resume for it. 

Lina gasped. Even she knew that Nixon from Nixon Technologies had to be some nob on the very top. 

-But I wasn't applying for assistant position. I don't even have a necessary experience. 

-Nevertheless the position is yours, Miss Andrews. 

Lina wanted to pinch herself to check if she was still sleeping and all of it was just a dream. 

-Who is mister Nixon anyway? - she asked. 

There was a few moments of silence on the other end before woman answered. 

-Mister Nicholas Nixon, a chief executive officer of Nixon Technologies, miss Andrews. - there was less patience in woman's voice now. - So are you interested? 

Lina doubted for only a few seconds. After so many failures she finally got a job and not just any job. She had to try. Even if she will fail, at least she tried. 

-Yes, yes I am. When do you need me to start? - Lina said quickly. 

-Yesterday, miss Andrews. The sooner is better. Normally you would have two weeks before you could take the position but mister Nixon can not exist without assistant for so long. Could you start tomorrow? 

-Yes of course. - Lina discussed some details and finished a call. 

Immediately she opened Google on her phone and searched the name. She scrolled through several articles and images and rolled her eyes. Hundreds of pictures from charity galas and other red carpet events, always with different women. Not even two pictures with the same one. She wasn't surprised though. Who could resist such a man? 

Great, she will be working for famous New York playboy. 

***

Liam was sitting on a boring meeting with his cabinet of ministers preparing for a Paris summit. He didn't need to listen to them because he heard all of it a hundred times before and read it all in their reports to him but years of training were paying off, he was nodding in all right moments and asking all the right questions even if he knew the answer already. Every minister thought that his area of responsibility is the most important one and his matters should be brought up first and discussed with one or another European leader. But Liam wasn't going to discuss any of that with any of the leaders. It was all internal affairs of Cordonia, he was going to keep his country independent as much as its possible in current global political situation. Economically the country was thriving thanks to his father and Liam was going to follow his steps keeping at heart only interest of his people, no ones else. 

Finally the meeting was over and Liam raised from his chair. He walked through long palace halls to his study and opened a door to see Drake pacing the floor nervously. 

-Drake? Is everything alright? - Liam asked concerned for his friend. 

-I don't know. - Drake answering stopping to pace just long enough to look at Liam. - I found a lead. 

-A lead? - Liam asked confused. 

-I know where Savannah can be. - Drake answered impatiently. 

Liam smiled and crossed the room to his chair. 

-That's great, Drake. Finally. So where is she? 

-I think that she is in Paris. You are going there this week, right? - Drake asked hopefully. 

-Yes, we are heading there tomorrow night. 

Drake's shoulders dropped. He was clearly impatient to check this lead but feared to do this alone. 

-But we can leave in two hours. I can clear my schedule. There is nothing that can't wait till next week.-Liam continued. 

-Yes! - Drake was almost yelling by now. 

-Very well. 

Liam dialed his secretary number. 

-Stavros, let Bastien know that we are heading to Paris in two hours. Also cancel all my meetings and let her Majesty know that her and her ladies in waiting must be ready by then. Also warn a staff in my Paris residence that we are arriving earlier than expected. 

-Yes, Sire. - he heard a reply and finished a call. 

***

Hana was walking palace corridor when she saw staff hurriedly carrying bags from Liam's and Madeleine wing of the palace. She knew that they shouldn't leave until tomorrow. 

Hana stopped one of the footman and asked him what's going on. 

-Their Majesties are leaving early, Mylady. - footman answered and hurried away. 

Hana wondered if this change of plans had anything to do with conversation she overheard last night on Masquerade. 

It could be. Liam might be impatient to see what Paris has to offer him. Anyway I must be there. 

Hana hurried to her room and pulled an app on her phone. She checked when the next flight to Paris leaves. It was in four hours from now. Enough time to pack a bag and get to airport. Hana booked a place in the first class and called a maid to prepare her bag. She didn't need to pack much. Anything she lacks could be bought there. The only thing she really wanted couldn't be packed or bought. 

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Here is a Rosa/Negan Fic as promised. Thank you for all of your love and support!!!!

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99) x Negan (The Walking Dead)

What if Rosa was alone at the end of the world, and ran into Negan? 

Warnings: NSFW, Negan Swearing, Negan trying his best to intimidate the great and powerful Rosa Diaz, Lucille, Theft, Rosa insulting Dwight and Simon

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Rosa sits alone at the end of a long table, the sole of her boot resting on the chair next to her hip. She had been waiting for what seemed like hours for the next person to come in and talk to her, but it may as well have been minutes, or weeks. The clock on the wall had clearly run out of batteries, and she knew this ‘hurry up and wait’ tactic all too well. She had used it on her suspects a thousand times.

The only door to the room opens as a man finally walks in. He twirls a baseball bat around his hips, chuckling slyly as he steps closer. A black leather jacket wraps around his tall yet slender frame, gray jeans covering his long legs with a belt that had long since reached its last notch. From the looks of it, he had been struggling just as much as she had these past few years.

“So, you’re my little thief, huh?” His smile is malevolent, delicious as it spreads across a set of perfect white teeth. “Damn, were those tomatoes and loaves of bread really worth it?”

Oh no, he’s gorgeous; that smile, his stature, those eyes… play it cool, Rosa, play it cool. It’s probably just been too long since you’ve had any human contact. It has nothing to do with him; nothing to do with him at all.

He hits the table with his baseball bat, doing his best to frighten her as a sexy sneer paints his face. Something about him reminds her of Adrian, a wild and unnamable madness lighting up his eyes. She feels the same pull she did with him, that primal urge to crash into him until there is nothing left but skin and sweat. That urge to smack his face and pull his hair, to bite his lips and rip off his clothes. She has the urge to feel something good, and that’s entirely new for her since the world had turned upside down.

“I thought we had a pretty good perimeter set up around here, but apparently that wasn’t good enough.” He saunters over and sits on the table in front of her. “You seem to have no problem sneaking in here in the middle of the night and taking all of my shit!” He tosses the baseball bat in the air and grabs it at the base with a gloved hand.

“Now, I know Fat Joey has a lot to learn, and he could be a little more spry, but he’s loyal, and when he and Arat brought you to my attention, I almost had a mind to put you in the hole.” He sets the bat down on the table next to him.

“Why are you only wearing one glove?” She smirks, chuckling under her breath.

He raises his eyebrows, exasperated by her reaction.

“I was gonna steal some of your guns, and one of your motorcycles, too, until you guys stopped me.” She looks up at him and grabs the bat, twisting it around in a circle to get a better look at the barbed wire wound around it. “It’s pretty dope that your head of security is a woman, and a woman of color, too.” She nods in approval and leans back in her seat, folding her hands behind her head.

The man furrows his brow. He looks at her, then at his glove. He looks at the bat, then back at Rosa. This man has never been cut off before.

“Did you… do you know who I am?” He picks up the bat and stands up.

“Nope.” She looks aimlessly around the room, leaning back even further. “But I bet you’re in charge because you came in after Quasimodo and Wyatt Earp; who are shit interrogators, by the way.”

She takes in a deep breath and looks at him. “Can I have my stuff back now?”

“Your stuff?” He swallows hard and forces a smile, his jugular vein distending against his leather jacket.

She can tell that she’s starting to push his buttons, to really get under his skin. She can tell that losing control of the situation is a new and unwelcome experience for him; that he must be used to instilling fear into others, and not the other way around. She wonders if it’s exciting him as much as it’s exciting her.

“Your stuff?” He grabs her by the jacket and shoves her up against the wall. “’Your stuff’ belongs to me, now.”

Ah, there it is. He looks even hotter when he’s angry. Rosa smiles as he grips her clothes tighter, peering into her eyes. He bites his lip as he takes her in, fighting for dominance as he tries his best to psyche her out.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” She grabs the knife from his holster and presses it against his throat.

“Holy shit! Okay! Yeah! You got me!” He lets go of her jacket, raising both hands in surrender. “I messed with the wrong bitch today, didn’t I?” He chuckles and tilts his head sideways as she moves the knife upwards, inspecting his throat.

“Shut up.” She orders, tracing her fingertips down the shell of his ear.

“You like to be in charge, baby? That’s fine.” He laughs, a drop of blood dripping down his Adam’s apple.

“I’m always in charge.” Rosa walks forward, backing the man against the table as the knife threatens to break more skin. She unzips his leather jacket and unfastens it’s belt.

“Oh shit, are you serious?” The man stops as the table hits just below his knees, forcing him to sit down. “I mean, I was going to try to work up to this a little later, but you’re already rip roaring, ready to go, aren’t you? Goddamn, I love a woman who takes charge! They’re hard to…”

“You talk too much.” Rosa drops the knife and pushes him onto his back. She climbs on top of him, grabbing his chin and pushes it upward. “Has anyone ever told you that?” She opens her mouth and licks the blood off his neck, leaving a trail of moisture up his throat and chin before reaching his mouth.

His flavor hits her like a tsunami; a mixture of beer and salt washing over her as she pulls his jacket off his arms. She keeps her mouth on his, licking and biting as she rips his white t-shirt in half. God, he looks so fucking good. She hears the baseball bat roll off the table and onto floor as she removes her own jacket and t-shirt. How is it that they were wearing the exact same outfit?

She smoothes her palms up the length of his chest, making him groan as she grinds into his hips. She can feel how big he is as she rocks back and forth, her full and hungry lips curling into a smile for the first time in months. She keeps her eyes on his ruggedly handsome face as this beautiful monster submits to her. What a good little boy.

He growls as she scratches him, staring up at her with teary and grateful eyes. He lifts his hands up to touch her breasts, but is quickly rejected as she swats them away.

“Not yet.” She teases, undoing his belt and zipper.

He laughs and runs a hand over his face, glancing down as she makes quick work of undressing the rest of his body. “Jesus, you’re feisty!” He lifts his hips so she can pull his jeans down to his ankles.

“Holy shit.” She whispers under her breath, staring at his erection. Holy shit! What in the world? She’d never seen anything so big before. Maybe that’s why he carries that stupid bat around with him, as a constant metaphor for his giant dick.

She licks her lips and finishes undressing herself, unable to climb back on top of him fast enough. She sets her hips just above his cock, letting his tip slide in between her cheeks as she teases him with her soaking wet junction.

She leans forward and pulls his head back by his hair. “Are you going to be good and do as I say?”

“Fuck yes!” He shouts, smiling as she pulls his hair even tighter. He wants to trail his hands up her ass, to feel the smooth skin above her thighs, but is afraid of what she might do if he tries. That fear makes his dick twitch and grow even more in between her rhythmically clenching cheeks.

“Good.” She slaps his face as hard as she can, grabbing his bearded chin with her tiny fingers. She sloppily licks his lips before rocking her hips on top of him. Closing her eyes, she relishes in the sensation of his skin sliding against hers, that thick and swollen member entering her, inch by monstrous inch.

“Mmm…” He hums, feeling her squeeze herself around him. He takes a chance and ghosts his fingertips on top of her thighs, causing the fine hair to stand on end under his digits. “Where have you been all my life?” He squeezes her tightly.

“New York.” She whispers, bouncing up and down on him like a pogo stick. She lets go of his chin and scratches white lines down his chest as she increases her pace; the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing against the walls of the interrogation room.

“Oh yeah, baby. Ride me until you come all over me.” He whispers, his voice a husky gray.

Rosa clenches down around him. She squeezes and relaxes as she sits back down, feeling him hit that spot each time she takes a seat. She holds onto him for dear life as she feels those waves of pleasure begin to flood over her faster and faster. Shifting her direction from up and down to side to side, she shimmies her hips in an almost circular motion.

“Christ almighty, you’re gonna make me come first, is that what you want?” He sits up on his elbows and stares at her salacious movements. His hands creep up her thighs again and pull her hips into his, forcing himself inside her so deep and so fast that her eyes roll back into her head.

The warmth of him inside her threatens to send her to Nirvana much sooner than she’s used to. Seven years without sex seemed to have made her a thousand times more sensitive than she was before. Maybe it was the time that had lapsed, or maybe this guy and his big scary dick had something to do with it. She groans idly as she rides him on this tidal wave of bliss. His big strong hands pull her ass down onto him as he pierces her cervix again and again.

“Oh my god, I’m going to come,” She whispers, feeling his balls hit her backside as she tightens up around him. “Oh my god!” She scratches her nails down his chest again, this time drawing more blood from his tanned and weathered skin. “Fuck!”

She throws her head back in ecstasy as her orgasm paralyzes her, forcing her entire body to stiffen up before falling limply on top of him.

“God, me too.” He whispers, lazily twitching and spasming inside of her. “Shit.” He thrusts himself inside of her a few more time before his thighs begin to shake.

He exhales slowly as she lay down on top of him, nestling into his neck. “Sweetheart, you sure know your way around a dick.” He runs a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead.

“Yeah. Can I have my stuff back now?”

[memesfromstuff]

sentence starters inspired by & taken from horror movies.

‘ we should split up.’

‘ it was probably just the wind.’

‘ it’s probably nothing. just my / your imagination.’

‘ aw, come on! it’s  just a silly game someone made to scare little kids. it’s not real.’

‘ did you see that? i think i saw something move…’

‘ wait here, i’m gonna go check it out.’

‘ i heard this place is haunted. let’s go have a look.’

‘ i feel safe here.’

‘ i don’t feel safe here.’

‘ i feel like there’s someone / something watching us.’

‘ hello? is somebody there?’

‘ there’s no signal on my phone. you?’

‘ my phone’s ( almost ) out of battery.’

‘ and there goes the flashlight. how are we gonna see anything now?’

‘ what happened? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘ RUN!’

‘ you’re scaring me.’

‘ if this is a joke, it’s not funny.’

‘ just stop, this isn’t funny anymore.’

‘ it’s not real. it’s not real!’

‘ i’m just dreaming… this is just a nightmare.’

‘ how about we DON’T go into a haunted place in the middle of the night? just a thought.’

‘ yeah, i’m NOT gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place, thanks.’

‘ you know, when a sign reads ‘dangerous. keep out,’ i kind of want to listen to it.’

‘ the door opened up by itself. no way in hell i’m going in there!’

‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’

‘ there’s no need to be afraid. it’s just a dream.’

‘ it’s waiting for you.’

‘ it’s just a dream, right? or is it?’

‘ so, now you’re afraid of the dark, yes?’

‘ you’re afraid to sleep?’

‘ i just don’t want to see them again.’

‘ i think they want to hurt me. to take my place.’

‘ i’m going to die.’

‘ you could scare the hell outta somebody.’

‘ i didn’t want her / him to suffer.’

‘ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?!’

‘ my god, are you serious? that’s crazy!’

‘ his / her face was all swollen and- and bruised, and bloody.’

‘ it was so scary. when i woke up, it seemed like it was still in the room with me.’

‘ it was the worst nightmare i’ve ever had.’

‘ there’s something out there, isn’t there?’

‘ they’re going to kill me for sure.’

‘ you were screaming like crazy.’

‘ it was dark, but i’m sure there was somebody in there.’

‘ i thought it was just another nightmare.’

‘ i don’t think you’re crazy.’

‘ you’ll never come back!’

‘ it’s got a death curse.’

‘ at least i’m not afraid of ghosts.’

‘ you’re doomed if you stay here.’

‘ it’s ten miles to the nearest crossroads.’

‘ we’ll be laughing about this tomorrow.’

‘ no, no! they’re all dead! they’re all dead!’

‘ don’t leave me! they’ll kill you too!’

‘ what monster could’ve done this?’

[stone-man-warrior]

March 29, 2021: 5:34 pm:

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Horrible poison attack leg rash update:

The first thing I need to explain is that when I take photos and send them in a text message to my email with my cellular phone, there is always some kind of interference that prevents me from downloading the photos to my computer from the email, today the interference was the email would not respond when I click the download button. That is one of the conditions that causes interference such that I must take extra steps in order to download my photos, such as refresh the page, or open a new window for the email page ... I have to keep trying until I am able to get the thing to work. Other times the interference is that the photos are sent to the Spam Folder where they won’t download from, and again, I must take extra steps in order to download my photos.

The people at the Centurylink/Google/Tumblr consortium of terror cells are the ones doing that, it allows the someone else is able to get my photos faster than I am able to get them, and has been happening to me for many years with each time I try to send photos to my email from my cellular phone.

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Other than the terror interference, the conditions of the poison rash look as though they are improving, however, the poisons are still inside the leg, and they are causing great pain and anxiety of fear for not having access to medical providers, and, knowing the reason for that is that all of the doctors in Oregon were either killed or are held captive, some of the doctors were not killed, but are forced to serve the terror army while in captivity. That is scary all by itself.

Last night, I took advantage of some places where the dead skin began to peal away, and over night, I was able to gently peel away much of that cardboard-like area that was on my shin. There is fresh, pink skin there below the wound areas. The problem is that the poisons are killing the new skin as soon as the new skin is being formed.

With some aggressive manual massage in effort to move some blood to the affected areas, I am noticing more coldness in my toes today. The aggressive massage is beneficial for moving some blood to promote healing, while at the same time is making other symptoms worse, the coldness, numb, swollen feet is the result of pushing some blood around to heal the skin at the wound areas.

It’s a “two-part, opposite extremes” terror attack done intentionally, carefully thought out to produce maximum grief, pain, and difficulty to know what is wrong with the leg and foot,

It’s clear to me that the terror soldier who attacked me was knowledgeable about how the poison would cause the problems I am having, I have no doubt that the attacker was someone who has medical training.

The Christian SDA Canadian terror soldiers are pirates, the identify with pirate themes, details about ships and sailing, and the “pirate way” ... “pirates say Aarrgghh!”. I suspect one of the poisons that was injected was Freon, the stuff used in airconditioners, and has an “Aarrgghh! Value” (R-Value). I suspect the other poison could be battery acid. If so, the Freon is staying in and around my toes, and the front part of my foot, even if I massage it away, the cold and swelling returns to the foot, and is very painful. That other major symptom is burning sensation, is very painful, and that condition lingers at the areas where the lesions are at. Another major symptom is the muscles that run along the length of my shin and calf are also extremely painful, they make a very intense muscle spasm sort of pain, as if the muscles are locked in a cramp, seized, and stiff, difficult to move the foot heal-to-toe for walking, and the whole calf from knee to toes swells up like a balloon when I make attempts to walk normally in my house to the kitchen and back to the living room. The swelling is such that it makes my pants bind up at the calf and knee, and I am wearing the most baggy, roomy pants I have.

I know who attacked me. I know exactly who it was. I don‘t have a name, I do have a nick name, a place of perceived employment, and a very detailed physical description of the terror soldier who injected me with poisons.

What I don’t have, is access to public safety personnel, law enforcement, or FBI to make a attempted murder report to, attempted murder as part of a terrorist plan to takeover USA.

Such people are not available to make reports to, and medical help is not available to US citizens in Oregon.

I have been begging for help while explaining everything I know about the terror offensive to takeover USA for many years, yet, no one has contacted me other than more terror soldiers.

Please send help to Oregon, help to stop the terror take over, and stop the mass murdering of US Citizens who are being systematically exterminated throughout the nation.

Please send medical services to Josephine county Oregon.

Joe Biden will not participate in stopping the terror takeover of USA, he is a result of the takeover, is a special operative shill in the White House, same as congress is, they are all SAG actor/shill terror operatives and are loyal to Britain, not USA.

[lokisheen]

So at Walmart

When I started my temp job, I saw there little Huggable Kitty Massager.   Rather cute, could be good for stress, but at $10 I didn’t really need it.

Fast forward two months later, my temp job is over. I spot this little kitty at Walmart, and see that its marked down to $5.  A deal!  But I was there for pens, and so left kitty there.

That day, I thought about the kitty, and how I wanted it since the first day at the job.  Fuck it, it’s $5, I’ll get it the next day.

I get to Wally World, and alas, the kitty is not there. I should have bought it! I scour shelves and topstock, making sure to walk down the aisles obeying the arrows.  Still, no kitty.  

I check the website, kitty *should* be there.  But I know these sites do not always update quickly, things get stolen, put in returns.  I get annoyed and panicky, I should have bought the kitty, should have bought the kitty.  I curse my brain, and hate that I am focused on just this one damn plushie.

I turn down the dog food aisle.  There is the kitty,  The last Huggable Kitty Massager in any Walmart in my area,  I buy said kitty. 

I get home, and get ready to see if this was worth $5.  Batteries are a pain to install (and why is the battery compartment up kitty’s ass?  Finally get batteries in, and holy cats, this this vibrates.  It’s terrifying,  I read the instructions, which include such gems as 

- The massager should not be used on swollen or inflamed body parts 

- Do not apply the unit to one spot for more than 15 minutes

-Do not use with ligaments, oil, or lotion. 

-This is NOT a toy

The laugh, and the story of finding this damn kitty, is worth $5.

But it stares at me, and it is still a tad scary,

I’ll use it to torment the cats.

[milenasanchezmk]

I Didn’t Get a Migraine That First Week. Or That Second Week. Or Ever Again.

It’s Friday, everyone! And that means another Primal Blueprint Real Life Story from a Mark’s Daily Apple reader. If you have your own success story and would like to share it with me and the Mark’s Daily Apple community please contact me here. I’ll continue to publish these each Friday as long as they keep coming in. Thank you for reading!

Five years ago, a young and “healthy” 22 year old, I was working as a groom at a high end horse ranch in Western Colorado. I suddenly found myself with debilitating migraines. I’d never had migraines before so it was a bit shocking for me. But they were bad. Really, really bad. Like, 10-14 days long. I couldn’t function. My boss was as understanding as can be so I didn’t lose my job (thank goodness), but I remember my head felt like it was splitting in two, even dim light was painful, and I’d have to get a horse, go into the barn, shut the doors, turn the lights off, wear sunglasses anyway, and try to do my job. That’s neither sustainable nor a solution. It was horrendous. And ridiculous.

But the many doctors didn’t have any solutions. Migraine meds didn’t do a thing. The neurologist ordered a battery of blood tests and an MRI of my brain. Everything normal, nothing to fix here. Just keep trying the migraine meds. In the meantime, I was frantically trying to find a way to improve my health. I figured, What do healthy people do? They run marathons right? Let’s google how to do that. I didn’t really want to run (who was I kidding, running sucks!) so when one of the results was an MDA article about training for marathons with a link to an article against chronic cardio I checked that one out. I figured it might give me an excuse to not have to take up running. Ha! I had no idea it would lead to something way better.

From there I checked out the rest of the site. So, if lions are designed to eat meat and zebras to eat grass, what are humans meant to eat? What a common sense question, why hadn’t I ever thought to ask that? I signed up for the introductory emails but didn’t even wait for them before I binge read everything on the blog, cleared my pantry, and started in. There was a local rancher that sold grass fed steaks at the grocery store. I liked veggies. I really liked bacon so if this new diet said that was in, I was in. It’s funny to think back to all that now.

But I tell you what, as much as that low carb flu kicked my butt, I felt better. And I didn’t get a migraine that first week. Or that second week. Or ever again.

Then I discovered the missing piece of the puzzle. On the way to the neurologist’s office to hear my MRI results, I hadn’t had time to eat at home so I grabbed some convenient chicken fingers on the way. 80/20, I figured. The neurologist was out of town so the nurse practitioner saw me. When she gave me a look over, my thyroid was swollen. Like, huge. Scary swollen. And I was starting to get a headache. We started talking. And then she figured it out. (I tell you, nurse practitioners can be pretty amazing people.) It was gluten. I was having an autoimmune reaction to gluten—celiac. I had celiac. As it turns out, and I later found a Chris Kresser article explaining it, the gluten protein looks similar to something thyroids are made of, so when your body attacks the gluten your thyroid can get attacked too. How about that.

It all made sense now. As a kid I had what I now know to be symptoms of celiac in children. Underweight, constant stomachaches, etc. And before I started getting those migraines, it was summer time so I was with the horses at the high altitude portion of the ranch living in a tiny 120 square foot cabin. The grocery store was a long trip down the mountain. And with only a small mini fridge and no freezer, I ate a lot of shelf stable food. Processed food. Mostly pasta and granola. Really, my diet was about 80% wheat. And my body had finally had enough.

So Mark’s Daily Apple led me to find that I was celiac. But just as important it gave me a way of eating that made me feel healthy.

But I also helped in a far bigger way. A year and a half ago my husband and I found out we were going to be parents. And I kept eating primally. And I had about the healthiest pregnancy I could imagine. Alright, so the morning sickness was miserable and persistent. But otherwise it was perfect. I was one of those “belly only” pregnancies I hear people aim for. I was like a walking beach ball. But I felt great. And the delivery went great. I chalk it up to good nutrition and faith in my body’s ability to do what it was made to do. We had our baby at home with a midwife because that’s what I was comfortable with. After a short 3.5 hour labor (which was uncomfortable but honestly not painful. I now hate the expression “the pain of childbirth.” I think it sends the wrong expectation to women about how birth feels but I digress) we had a healthy 7 lb 12 oz baby girl. She’s so perfect and so healthy. I feel so lucky.

When I was pregnant I read a lot of Weston A Price articles. They brag a lot about how their nutrient dense diet produces healthy pregnancies and healthy babies with a wide jaw (which is an indication that the mother had good nutrition, especially plenty of Vitamins A and K). While I was pregnant I did take dessicated grass fed beef liver, occasionally some Dr Ron’s freeze dried organs and glands, a high quality prenatal with 5-MTHF folate (as recommended by Chris Kresser), fermented cod liver oil, and some high vitamin butter oil in addition to the Primal diet. So I did follow a couple WAPF recommendations. But I was not interested in buying raw milk. I don’t even like drinking milk so I did not want to pay the local raw milk producer the equivalent of $25 a gallon. I didn’t want to hunt down fresh organ meats and eat them. Yucky taste, no thank you. And I didn’t bother soaking/fermenting grains because, well, I’m Primal and I don’t even really do grains. Occasionally I do rice but it’s not that exciting so meh.

I know every parent says this, but my baby is the cutest little sucker in the world. I don’t think it’s just luck either. I think the nutrient dense diet I learned from MDA and the PB are why I’m so healthy and why my daughter is so healthy and so beautiful.

I’ve lost all the “baby weight” with zero effort. I actually weigh less now than I did before I was pregnant. I walk my daughter in the stroller a few times a week for 5 miles while she naps. She keeps me active and busy. I never have time to sit down. Lift heavy things? That baby’s a heavy thing and I carry her constantly. Sprints…Well I’ll get back to those and normal workouts eventually. But I’m not worried about it. I’ve got my walks and my yoga for now.

So I might catch a little flack for my five toe shoes and my obsession with bone broth but gosh dang I couldn’t be happier or healthier. Thank you again and again Mark, you changed my life.

Kate

[cristinajourdanqp]

I Didn’t Get a Migraine That First Week. Or That Second Week. Or Ever Again.

It’s Friday, everyone! And that means another Primal Blueprint Real Life Story from a Mark’s Daily Apple reader. If you have your own success story and would like to share it with me and the Mark’s Daily Apple community please contact me here. I’ll continue to publish these each Friday as long as they keep coming in. Thank you for reading!

Five years ago, a young and “healthy” 22 year old, I was working as a groom at a high end horse ranch in Western Colorado. I suddenly found myself with debilitating migraines. I’d never had migraines before so it was a bit shocking for me. But they were bad. Really, really bad. Like, 10-14 days long. I couldn’t function. My boss was as understanding as can be so I didn’t lose my job (thank goodness), but I remember my head felt like it was splitting in two, even dim light was painful, and I’d have to get a horse, go into the barn, shut the doors, turn the lights off, wear sunglasses anyway, and try to do my job. That’s neither sustainable nor a solution. It was horrendous. And ridiculous.

But the many doctors didn’t have any solutions. Migraine meds didn’t do a thing. The neurologist ordered a battery of blood tests and an MRI of my brain. Everything normal, nothing to fix here. Just keep trying the migraine meds. In the meantime, I was frantically trying to find a way to improve my health. I figured, What do healthy people do? They run marathons right? Let’s google how to do that. I didn’t really want to run (who was I kidding, running sucks!) so when one of the results was an MDA article about training for marathons with a link to an article against chronic cardio I checked that one out. I figured it might give me an excuse to not have to take up running. Ha! I had no idea it would lead to something way better.

From there I checked out the rest of the site. So, if lions are designed to eat meat and zebras to eat grass, what are humans meant to eat? What a common sense question, why hadn’t I ever thought to ask that? I signed up for the introductory emails but didn’t even wait for them before I binge read everything on the blog, cleared my pantry, and started in. There was a local rancher that sold grass fed steaks at the grocery store. I liked veggies. I really liked bacon so if this new diet said that was in, I was in. It’s funny to think back to all that now.

But I tell you what, as much as that low carb flu kicked my butt, I felt better. And I didn’t get a migraine that first week. Or that second week. Or ever again.

Then I discovered the missing piece of the puzzle. On the way to the neurologist’s office to hear my MRI results, I hadn’t had time to eat at home so I grabbed some convenient chicken fingers on the way. 80/20, I figured. The neurologist was out of town so the nurse practitioner saw me. When she gave me a look over, my thyroid was swollen. Like, huge. Scary swollen. And I was starting to get a headache. We started talking. And then she figured it out. (I tell you, nurse practitioners can be pretty amazing people.) It was gluten. I was having an autoimmune reaction to gluten—celiac. I had celiac. As it turns out, and I later found a Chris Kresser article explaining it, the gluten protein looks similar to something thyroids are made of, so when your body attacks the gluten your thyroid can get attacked too. How about that.

It all made sense now. As a kid I had what I now know to be symptoms of celiac in children. Underweight, constant stomachaches, etc. And before I started getting those migraines, it was summer time so I was with the horses at the high altitude portion of the ranch living in a tiny 120 square foot cabin. The grocery store was a long trip down the mountain. And with only a small mini fridge and no freezer, I ate a lot of shelf stable food. Processed food. Mostly pasta and granola. Really, my diet was about 80% wheat. And my body had finally had enough.

So Mark’s Daily Apple led me to find that I was celiac. But just as important it gave me a way of eating that made me feel healthy.

But I also helped in a far bigger way. A year and a half ago my husband and I found out we were going to be parents. And I kept eating primally. And I had about the healthiest pregnancy I could imagine. Alright, so the morning sickness was miserable and persistent. But otherwise it was perfect. I was one of those “belly only” pregnancies I hear people aim for. I was like a walking beach ball. But I felt great. And the delivery went great. I chalk it up to good nutrition and faith in my body’s ability to do what it was made to do. We had our baby at home with a midwife because that’s what I was comfortable with. After a short 3.5 hour labor (which was uncomfortable but honestly not painful. I now hate the expression “the pain of childbirth.” I think it sends the wrong expectation to women about how birth feels but I digress) we had a healthy 7 lb 12 oz baby girl. She’s so perfect and so healthy. I feel so lucky.

When I was pregnant I read a lot of Weston A Price articles. They brag a lot about how their nutrient dense diet produces healthy pregnancies and healthy babies with a wide jaw (which is an indication that the mother had good nutrition, especially plenty of Vitamins A and K). While I was pregnant I did take dessicated grass fed beef liver, occasionally some Dr Ron’s freeze dried organs and glands, a high quality prenatal with 5-MTHF folate (as recommended by Chris Kresser), fermented cod liver oil, and some high vitamin butter oil in addition to the Primal diet. So I did follow a couple WAPF recommendations. But I was not interested in buying raw milk. I don’t even like drinking milk so I did not want to pay the local raw milk producer the equivalent of $25 a gallon. I didn’t want to hunt down fresh organ meats and eat them. Yucky taste, no thank you. And I didn’t bother soaking/fermenting grains because, well, I’m Primal and I don’t even really do grains. Occasionally I do rice but it’s not that exciting so meh.

I know every parent says this, but my baby is the cutest little sucker in the world. I don’t think it’s just luck either. I think the nutrient dense diet I learned from MDA and the PB are why I’m so healthy and why my daughter is so healthy and so beautiful.

I’ve lost all the “baby weight” with zero effort. I actually weigh less now than I did before I was pregnant. I walk my daughter in the stroller a few times a week for 5 miles while she naps. She keeps me active and busy. I never have time to sit down. Lift heavy things? That baby’s a heavy thing and I carry her constantly. Sprints…Well I’ll get back to those and normal workouts eventually. But I’m not worried about it. I’ve got my walks and my yoga for now.

So I might catch a little flack for my five toe shoes and my obsession with bone broth but gosh dang I couldn’t be happier or healthier. Thank you again and again Mark, you changed my life.

Kate

[fishermariawo]

I Didn’t Get a Migraine That First Week. Or That Second Week. Or Ever Again.

It’s Friday, everyone! And that means another Primal Blueprint Real Life Story from a Mark’s Daily Apple reader. If you have your own success story and would like to share it with me and the Mark’s Daily Apple community please contact me here. I’ll continue to publish these each Friday as long as they keep coming in. Thank you for reading!

Five years ago, a young and “healthy” 22 year old, I was working as a groom at a high end horse ranch in Western Colorado. I suddenly found myself with debilitating migraines. I’d never had migraines before so it was a bit shocking for me. But they were bad. Really, really bad. Like, 10-14 days long. I couldn’t function. My boss was as understanding as can be so I didn’t lose my job (thank goodness), but I remember my head felt like it was splitting in two, even dim light was painful, and I’d have to get a horse, go into the barn, shut the doors, turn the lights off, wear sunglasses anyway, and try to do my job. That’s neither sustainable nor a solution. It was horrendous. And ridiculous.

But the many doctors didn’t have any solutions. Migraine meds didn’t do a thing. The neurologist ordered a battery of blood tests and an MRI of my brain. Everything normal, nothing to fix here. Just keep trying the migraine meds. In the meantime, I was frantically trying to find a way to improve my health. I figured, What do healthy people do? They run marathons right? Let’s google how to do that. I didn’t really want to run (who was I kidding, running sucks!) so when one of the results was an MDA article about training for marathons with a link to an article against chronic cardio I checked that one out. I figured it might give me an excuse to not have to take up running. Ha! I had no idea it would lead to something way better.

From there I checked out the rest of the site. So, if lions are designed to eat meat and zebras to eat grass, what are humans meant to eat? What a common sense question, why hadn’t I ever thought to ask that? I signed up for the introductory emails but didn’t even wait for them before I binge read everything on the blog, cleared my pantry, and started in. There was a local rancher that sold grass fed steaks at the grocery store. I liked veggies. I really liked bacon so if this new diet said that was in, I was in. It’s funny to think back to all that now.

But I tell you what, as much as that low carb flu kicked my butt, I felt better. And I didn’t get a migraine that first week. Or that second week. Or ever again.

Then I discovered the missing piece of the puzzle. On the way to the neurologist’s office to hear my MRI results, I hadn’t had time to eat at home so I grabbed some convenient chicken fingers on the way. 80/20, I figured. The neurologist was out of town so the nurse practitioner saw me. When she gave me a look over, my thyroid was swollen. Like, huge. Scary swollen. And I was starting to get a headache. We started talking. And then she figured it out. (I tell you, nurse practitioners can be pretty amazing people.) It was gluten. I was having an autoimmune reaction to gluten—celiac. I had celiac. As it turns out, and I later found a Chris Kresser article explaining it, the gluten protein looks similar to something thyroids are made of, so when your body attacks the gluten your thyroid can get attacked too. How about that.

It all made sense now. As a kid I had what I now know to be symptoms of celiac in children. Underweight, constant stomachaches, etc. And before I started getting those migraines, it was summer time so I was with the horses at the high altitude portion of the ranch living in a tiny 120 square foot cabin. The grocery store was a long trip down the mountain. And with only a small mini fridge and no freezer, I ate a lot of shelf stable food. Processed food. Mostly pasta and granola. Really, my diet was about 80% wheat. And my body had finally had enough.

So Mark’s Daily Apple led me to find that I was celiac. But just as important it gave me a way of eating that made me feel healthy.

But I also helped in a far bigger way. A year and a half ago my husband and I found out we were going to be parents. And I kept eating primally. And I had about the healthiest pregnancy I could imagine. Alright, so the morning sickness was miserable and persistent. But otherwise it was perfect. I was one of those “belly only” pregnancies I hear people aim for. I was like a walking beach ball. But I felt great. And the delivery went great. I chalk it up to good nutrition and faith in my body’s ability to do what it was made to do. We had our baby at home with a midwife because that’s what I was comfortable with. After a short 3.5 hour labor (which was uncomfortable but honestly not painful. I now hate the expression “the pain of childbirth.” I think it sends the wrong expectation to women about how birth feels but I digress) we had a healthy 7 lb 12 oz baby girl. She’s so perfect and so healthy. I feel so lucky.

When I was pregnant I read a lot of Weston A Price articles. They brag a lot about how their nutrient dense diet produces healthy pregnancies and healthy babies with a wide jaw (which is an indication that the mother had good nutrition, especially plenty of Vitamins A and K). While I was pregnant I did take dessicated grass fed beef liver, occasionally some Dr Ron’s freeze dried organs and glands, a high quality prenatal with 5-MTHF folate (as recommended by Chris Kresser), fermented cod liver oil, and some high vitamin butter oil in addition to the Primal diet. So I did follow a couple WAPF recommendations. But I was not interested in buying raw milk. I don’t even like drinking milk so I did not want to pay the local raw milk producer the equivalent of $25 a gallon. I didn’t want to hunt down fresh organ meats and eat them. Yucky taste, no thank you. And I didn’t bother soaking/fermenting grains because, well, I’m Primal and I don’t even really do grains. Occasionally I do rice but it’s not that exciting so meh.

I know every parent says this, but my baby is the cutest little sucker in the world. I don’t think it’s just luck either. I think the nutrient dense diet I learned from MDA and the PB are why I’m so healthy and why my daughter is so healthy and so beautiful.

I’ve lost all the “baby weight” with zero effort. I actually weigh less now than I did before I was pregnant. I walk my daughter in the stroller a few times a week for 5 miles while she naps. She keeps me active and busy. I never have time to sit down. Lift heavy things? That baby’s a heavy thing and I carry her constantly. Sprints…Well I’ll get back to those and normal workouts eventually. But I’m not worried about it. I’ve got my walks and my yoga for now.

So I might catch a little flack for my five toe shoes and my obsession with bone broth but gosh dang I couldn’t be happier or healthier. Thank you again and again Mark, you changed my life.

Kate

[watsonrodriquezie]

I Didn’t Get a Migraine That First Week. Or That Second Week. Or Ever Again.

It’s Friday, everyone! And that means another Primal Blueprint Real Life Story from a Mark’s Daily Apple reader. If you have your own success story and would like to share it with me and the Mark’s Daily Apple community please contact me here. I’ll continue to publish these each Friday as long as they keep coming in. Thank you for reading!

Five years ago, a young and “healthy” 22 year old, I was working as a groom at a high end horse ranch in Western Colorado. I suddenly found myself with debilitating migraines. I’d never had migraines before so it was a bit shocking for me. But they were bad. Really, really bad. Like, 10-14 days long. I couldn’t function. My boss was as understanding as can be so I didn’t lose my job (thank goodness), but I remember my head felt like it was splitting in two, even dim light was painful, and I’d have to get a horse, go into the barn, shut the doors, turn the lights off, wear sunglasses anyway, and try to do my job. That’s neither sustainable nor a solution. It was horrendous. And ridiculous.

But the many doctors didn’t have any solutions. Migraine meds didn’t do a thing. The neurologist ordered a battery of blood tests and an MRI of my brain. Everything normal, nothing to fix here. Just keep trying the migraine meds. In the meantime, I was frantically trying to find a way to improve my health. I figured, What do healthy people do? They run marathons right? Let’s google how to do that. I didn’t really want to run (who was I kidding, running sucks!) so when one of the results was an MDA article about training for marathons with a link to an article against chronic cardio I checked that one out. I figured it might give me an excuse to not have to take up running. Ha! I had no idea it would lead to something way better.

From there I checked out the rest of the site. So, if lions are designed to eat meat and zebras to eat grass, what are humans meant to eat? What a common sense question, why hadn’t I ever thought to ask that? I signed up for the introductory emails but didn’t even wait for them before I binge read everything on the blog, cleared my pantry, and started in. There was a local rancher that sold grass fed steaks at the grocery store. I liked veggies. I really liked bacon so if this new diet said that was in, I was in. It’s funny to think back to all that now.

But I tell you what, as much as that low carb flu kicked my butt, I felt better. And I didn’t get a migraine that first week. Or that second week. Or ever again.

Then I discovered the missing piece of the puzzle. On the way to the neurologist’s office to hear my MRI results, I hadn’t had time to eat at home so I grabbed some convenient chicken fingers on the way. 80/20, I figured. The neurologist was out of town so the nurse practitioner saw me. When she gave me a look over, my thyroid was swollen. Like, huge. Scary swollen. And I was starting to get a headache. We started talking. And then she figured it out. (I tell you, nurse practitioners can be pretty amazing people.) It was gluten. I was having an autoimmune reaction to gluten—celiac. I had celiac. As it turns out, and I later found a Chris Kresser article explaining it, the gluten protein looks similar to something thyroids are made of, so when your body attacks the gluten your thyroid can get attacked too. How about that.

It all made sense now. As a kid I had what I now know to be symptoms of celiac in children. Underweight, constant stomachaches, etc. And before I started getting those migraines, it was summer time so I was with the horses at the high altitude portion of the ranch living in a tiny 120 square foot cabin. The grocery store was a long trip down the mountain. And with only a small mini fridge and no freezer, I ate a lot of shelf stable food. Processed food. Mostly pasta and granola. Really, my diet was about 80% wheat. And my body had finally had enough.

So Mark’s Daily Apple led me to find that I was celiac. But just as important it gave me a way of eating that made me feel healthy.

But I also helped in a far bigger way. A year and a half ago my husband and I found out we were going to be parents. And I kept eating primally. And I had about the healthiest pregnancy I could imagine. Alright, so the morning sickness was miserable and persistent. But otherwise it was perfect. I was one of those “belly only” pregnancies I hear people aim for. I was like a walking beach ball. But I felt great. And the delivery went great. I chalk it up to good nutrition and faith in my body’s ability to do what it was made to do. We had our baby at home with a midwife because that’s what I was comfortable with. After a short 3.5 hour labor (which was uncomfortable but honestly not painful. I now hate the expression “the pain of childbirth.” I think it sends the wrong expectation to women about how birth feels but I digress) we had a healthy 7 lb 12 oz baby girl. She’s so perfect and so healthy. I feel so lucky.

When I was pregnant I read a lot of Weston A Price articles. They brag a lot about how their nutrient dense diet produces healthy pregnancies and healthy babies with a wide jaw (which is an indication that the mother had good nutrition, especially plenty of Vitamins A and K). While I was pregnant I did take dessicated grass fed beef liver, occasionally some Dr Ron’s freeze dried organs and glands, a high quality prenatal with 5-MTHF folate (as recommended by Chris Kresser), fermented cod liver oil, and some high vitamin butter oil in addition to the Primal diet. So I did follow a couple WAPF recommendations. But I was not interested in buying raw milk. I don’t even like drinking milk so I did not want to pay the local raw milk producer the equivalent of $25 a gallon. I didn’t want to hunt down fresh organ meats and eat them. Yucky taste, no thank you. And I didn’t bother soaking/fermenting grains because, well, I’m Primal and I don’t even really do grains. Occasionally I do rice but it’s not that exciting so meh.

I know every parent says this, but my baby is the cutest little sucker in the world. I don’t think it’s just luck either. I think the nutrient dense diet I learned from MDA and the PB are why I’m so healthy and why my daughter is so healthy and so beautiful.

I’ve lost all the “baby weight” with zero effort. I actually weigh less now than I did before I was pregnant. I walk my daughter in the stroller a few times a week for 5 miles while she naps. She keeps me active and busy. I never have time to sit down. Lift heavy things? That baby’s a heavy thing and I carry her constantly. Sprints…Well I’ll get back to those and normal workouts eventually. But I’m not worried about it. I’ve got my walks and my yoga for now.

So I might catch a little flack for my five toe shoes and my obsession with bone broth but gosh dang I couldn’t be happier or healthier. Thank you again and again Mark, you changed my life.

Kate

[cynthiamwashington]

I Didn’t Get a Migraine That First Week. Or That Second Week. Or Ever Again.

It’s Friday, everyone! And that means another Primal Blueprint Real Life Story from a Mark’s Daily Apple reader. If you have your own success story and would like to share it with me and the Mark’s Daily Apple community please contact me here. I’ll continue to publish these each Friday as long as they keep coming in. Thank you for reading!

Five years ago, a young and “healthy” 22 year old, I was working as a groom at a high end horse ranch in Western Colorado. I suddenly found myself with debilitating migraines. I’d never had migraines before so it was a bit shocking for me. But they were bad. Really, really bad. Like, 10-14 days long. I couldn’t function. My boss was as understanding as can be so I didn’t lose my job (thank goodness), but I remember my head felt like it was splitting in two, even dim light was painful, and I’d have to get a horse, go into the barn, shut the doors, turn the lights off, wear sunglasses anyway, and try to do my job. That’s neither sustainable nor a solution. It was horrendous. And ridiculous.

But the many doctors didn’t have any solutions. Migraine meds didn’t do a thing. The neurologist ordered a battery of blood tests and an MRI of my brain. Everything normal, nothing to fix here. Just keep trying the migraine meds. In the meantime, I was frantically trying to find a way to improve my health. I figured, What do healthy people do? They run marathons right? Let’s google how to do that. I didn’t really want to run (who was I kidding, running sucks!) so when one of the results was an MDA article about training for marathons with a link to an article against chronic cardio I checked that one out. I figured it might give me an excuse to not have to take up running. Ha! I had no idea it would lead to something way better.

From there I checked out the rest of the site. So, if lions are designed to eat meat and zebras to eat grass, what are humans meant to eat? What a common sense question, why hadn’t I ever thought to ask that? I signed up for the introductory emails but didn’t even wait for them before I binge read everything on the blog, cleared my pantry, and started in. There was a local rancher that sold grass fed steaks at the grocery store. I liked veggies. I really liked bacon so if this new diet said that was in, I was in. It’s funny to think back to all that now.

But I tell you what, as much as that low carb flu kicked my butt, I felt better. And I didn’t get a migraine that first week. Or that second week. Or ever again.

Then I discovered the missing piece of the puzzle. On the way to the neurologist’s office to hear my MRI results, I hadn’t had time to eat at home so I grabbed some convenient chicken fingers on the way. 80/20, I figured. The neurologist was out of town so the nurse practitioner saw me. When she gave me a look over, my thyroid was swollen. Like, huge. Scary swollen. And I was starting to get a headache. We started talking. And then she figured it out. (I tell you, nurse practitioners can be pretty amazing people.) It was gluten. I was having an autoimmune reaction to gluten—celiac. I had celiac. As it turns out, and I later found a Chris Kresser article explaining it, the gluten protein looks similar to something thyroids are made of, so when your body attacks the gluten your thyroid can get attacked too. How about that.

It all made sense now. As a kid I had what I now know to be symptoms of celiac in children. Underweight, constant stomachaches, etc. And before I started getting those migraines, it was summer time so I was with the horses at the high altitude portion of the ranch living in a tiny 120 square foot cabin. The grocery store was a long trip down the mountain. And with only a small mini fridge and no freezer, I ate a lot of shelf stable food. Processed food. Mostly pasta and granola. Really, my diet was about 80% wheat. And my body had finally had enough.

So Mark’s Daily Apple led me to find that I was celiac. But just as important it gave me a way of eating that made me feel healthy.

But I also helped in a far bigger way. A year and a half ago my husband and I found out we were going to be parents. And I kept eating primally. And I had about the healthiest pregnancy I could imagine. Alright, so the morning sickness was miserable and persistent. But otherwise it was perfect. I was one of those “belly only” pregnancies I hear people aim for. I was like a walking beach ball. But I felt great. And the delivery went great. I chalk it up to good nutrition and faith in my body’s ability to do what it was made to do. We had our baby at home with a midwife because that’s what I was comfortable with. After a short 3.5 hour labor (which was uncomfortable but honestly not painful. I now hate the expression “the pain of childbirth.” I think it sends the wrong expectation to women about how birth feels but I digress) we had a healthy 7 lb 12 oz baby girl. She’s so perfect and so healthy. I feel so lucky.

When I was pregnant I read a lot of Weston A Price articles. They brag a lot about how their nutrient dense diet produces healthy pregnancies and healthy babies with a wide jaw (which is an indication that the mother had good nutrition, especially plenty of Vitamins A and K). While I was pregnant I did take dessicated grass fed beef liver, occasionally some Dr Ron’s freeze dried organs and glands, a high quality prenatal with 5-MTHF folate (as recommended by Chris Kresser), fermented cod liver oil, and some high vitamin butter oil in addition to the Primal diet. So I did follow a couple WAPF recommendations. But I was not interested in buying raw milk. I don’t even like drinking milk so I did not want to pay the local raw milk producer the equivalent of $25 a gallon. I didn’t want to hunt down fresh organ meats and eat them. Yucky taste, no thank you. And I didn’t bother soaking/fermenting grains because, well, I’m Primal and I don’t even really do grains. Occasionally I do rice but it’s not that exciting so meh.

I know every parent says this, but my baby is the cutest little sucker in the world. I don’t think it’s just luck either. I think the nutrient dense diet I learned from MDA and the PB are why I’m so healthy and why my daughter is so healthy and so beautiful.

I’ve lost all the “baby weight” with zero effort. I actually weigh less now than I did before I was pregnant. I walk my daughter in the stroller a few times a week for 5 miles while she naps. She keeps me active and busy. I never have time to sit down. Lift heavy things? That baby’s a heavy thing and I carry her constantly. Sprints…Well I’ll get back to those and normal workouts eventually. But I’m not worried about it. I’ve got my walks and my yoga for now.

So I might catch a little flack for my five toe shoes and my obsession with bone broth but gosh dang I couldn’t be happier or healthier. Thank you again and again Mark, you changed my life.

Kate

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