#piriton for kids

[tatsumi-rin]

Add "being prescribed allergy medication by your doctor because of anxiety-related sleep issues due to school being a hellhole when you were 9" to the list of weird memories that suddenly resurface and apparently aren't normal childhood experiences oops

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Group texting idea based on one of my group texts right now- someone (probably James) got a non life threatening injury like a broken arm in a RIDICULOUS way. He is telling everyone what happened as he goes in for surgery, they are both making fun of him but also trying to cheer him up/wish him luck at the hospital.

James Potter: i'm sure sirius has told you all the news by now just wanted to let you all know that i have survived

Mary Macdonald: Did you actually just put a line break between "have" and "survived" to start drama?

James Potter: no i accidentally hit enter too fast

Mary Macdonald: You literally just did it again.

James Potter: well i'm SORRY i use line breaks for emphasis alright? i don't know how to make italics on whatsapp what am i supposed to do? DIE?

Remus Lupin: Death being the obvious alternative here, Macca.

Mary Macdonald: Of course.

Peter Pettigrew: To make italics you do this

James Potter: thanks pete. that taught me nothing

Lily Evans: To make italics, put an underscore on each side of the word.

James Potter: italics

Lily Evans: Yes, very good.

James Potter: italics

Lily Evans: Also, Sirius didn't tell me anything, what's going on?

James Potter: wait sirius did not tell you?

Lily Evans: That's enough italics.

James Potter: why? too right leaning for you?

Lily Evans: Resigning as your friend brb

Peter Pettigrew: Hahahahaha!

James Potter: but my news! my news!

Beatrice Booth: Omg italics ITALICS!

Lily Evans: Wonderful. Now both kids are too hyper to sleep tonight.

James Potter: LILY YOU DID THE ITALICS THE ITALICS!

Beatrice Booth: ITALICS

James Potter: DO MORE ITALICS WITH US

Sirius Black: Oh yeah by the way, James is in the hospital.

Lily Evans: Wait, WHAT??? You're in the hospital?! Are you okay?? What happened????

Beatrice Booth: Oh shit! Are you ok???

Mary Macdonald: Jesus, what happened?

Lily Evans: Are you sick???? Did you hurt yourself??? Wtf James I've been texting you for the last hour and you didn't think to TELL ME???

James Potter: only because i didn't want to worry you! i promise you i'm bearing the injury well you know me i never complain i've had a procedure and it went well luckily the real danger has passed now i didn't even lose too much blood!

Mary Macdonald: Wtf what happened???

Beatrice Booth: OH MY GOD WERE YOU STABBED???

Lily Evans: Wtf BLOOD????!

Sirius Black: He got a tiny gash in his eyebrow and needed a couple of stitches.

Lily Evans: EXCUSE ME?

James Potter: several! i needed SEVERAL stitches!

Sirius Black: They were paper stitches and he's fine.

Lily Evans: Oh my GOD SERIOUSLY, JAMES?? GOING ON LIKE YOU'VE BEEN STABBED ON ACCOUNT OF A MINOR GRAZE? REALLY?

James Potter: no but it was VERY PAINFUL!

Mary Macdonald: How the fuck did you cut your eyebrow??

Sirius Black: He was jacking it in bed with his laptop on his knees, came too violently, laptop was thrown forward and hit him in the head.

James Potter: i was NOT jacking it! i was watching treasure planet and i sneezed!

Sirius Black: What you jack it to is none of my business.

James Potter: I SNEEZED SNEEZED

Mary Macdonald: Jacking it to who? Smollet?

Remus Lupin: He does love cats, to be fair.

James Potter: IT WAS A SNEEZE I DON'T FEEL SEXUAL ABOUT CATS

Lily Evans: The way the repeated italics are somehow more upsetting than the idea of you jacking it to the cat woman from Treasure Planet I just can't—

Mary Macdonald: Hahahahahahaha

James Potter: I WASN'T I HAVE ALLERGIES I FORGOT TO TAKE MY PIRITON STOP BELEAGUERING ME LIKE THIS WHY ARE YOU JOKING WHEN I COULD HAVE DIED???

Lily Evans: Idk, I guess I don't take kindly to men who "italicise" their injuries just to scare the shit out of me.

James Potter: that's NOT what i was trying to do!

Lily Evans: Yes it was.

James Potter: NO IT WASN'T

Lily Evans: Yes it was.

Beatrice Booth: Totally was Classic move to score some tail

Mary Macdonald: Cat tail?

Beatrice Booth: Maybe, Macca, maybe

James Potter: i do NOT jack off to cat women and i was trying to scare EVERYONE! not just lily!

Mary Macdonald: Wow.

Remus Lupin: Considerate of you.

Lily Evans: So you're saying���... I'm not special?

James Potter: asiogjsoiejhworseimjoerijm LILY

Peter Pettigrew: I bet he was jacking it to Kida!!!

Remus Lupin: Kida's not in Treasure Planet, Peter.

Peter Pettigrew: NO!

[fernsandsunflowers]

Hi guys,

I never really make personal posts on here but I wanted to talk about my little buddy somewhere that was both public and private at the same time.

This is Zorro, I was almost 11 when we first met. My parents brought him as a bday surprise for my brother. I didn’t know they were going to get him a dog so I squealed when I saw my mother sneak him into the pantry to hide him away. The moment my brother set off to stay the night at a cousin’s I ran to the pantry and knelt on the floor. He was hiding behind a kitchen chair, peaking at me from behind one of the legs. I called to him and he tilted his head staring at me, a little unsure…I called again and his mouth broke into a giant smile and he bounded towards me, missed the landing and crashed right into my leg. We have been inseparable ever since. That night we gave him milk, the same amount we used to make for a giant German shepherd we dogsat a couple weeks ago, and he drank the ENTIRE bowl. His tummy got so big it dragged on the floor and he couldn’t walk straight. I begged my parents to let him sleep in my room. They reluctantly agreed, and I ended up spending the entire night mopping the floors because he peed EVERYWHERE. My parents brought him for my brother, but he was always mine. He followed me everywhere, even if I was just walking two feet away. He would wait outside the bathroom door for me. when I was in school, he’d come to the gate by 1pm and sit and wait for me to come back home. When I started work, he would wait at the gate by 4pm. When he got older, he’d wait by the doorway of my room or in the tv room his head facing the front door.

He was the number 1 fan of pets, he hated when I came home smelling like other dogs, he loved little kids and would let them torture him to no end - when my cousin was born my aunt stayed with us and that was the one time Zorro didn’t follow me around, he would stay by the door to their room and bark or come call someone the moment the baby started to stir. I also have this seriously hyper kid cousin who used to just throw stuff at him and poke him, and he wouldn’t bat an eye, he’d go and sit by him and let him do his thing - He loved to eat chicken, his favorite fruit was mangoes, and he used to eat anything we gave him as long as he knew we were eating it too. He loved to roll around in grass, and pee on mom’s new plants. When he was younger and did something naughty and mom would yell at him he’d get his revenge by going to her favourite plants, carefully biting off a flower and going and showing it to her. He didn’t give a rats ass about thunder, he’d sleep right through thunderstorms, but he HATED fireworks. We’d have to tie him up and give him some Piriton to help him sleep, but he was never one to be forced into anything. For a small dog he was strong, he’d manage to break out, fight the sleepiness and actually try to catch the firecrackers. You’d think this is impossible, but I come from Sri Lanka, even kids handle fireworks in my country, and a lot of the time we use fireworks that go off on the floor. One of my favourites was this one that would spin like a wheel on the ground, one time he got loose and chased one of them down the street trying to catch it in his mouth. Half the neighbourhood ran after him screaming to try and get him away. I was in hysterics for hours. But he was fine, except for a few burnt whiskers… His sense of smell was never really the same after that - we’d play hide and seek and he’d run right passed me sniffing at the floor. He loved walks, as most dogs do. Sri Lanka also has a lot of strays and my neighbourhood has its own little gang of like 15 dogs. They’d follow us on walks from a distance and I’d always be terrified they’d jump on him. But Zorro completely ignored them and I later figured out that he was actually sniffing out and peeing where the other dogs pee… he’s just that salty. He had long hair that curled at the end and my Cats loved to play with them. They’d slide along the floor and attack him as he walked and he’d stand there and let them have their fun. He never once snapped or growled at them. He hated when I’d start singing, he would tolerate it for about 10 minutes and then would start huffing pointedly. It didn’t stop me from writing him and singing him a lullaby, he didn’t seem to mind that one so much. I used to play the piano when I was younger and he’d make me stop by jumping onto the keys and walking all over them. He once saw a garden snake come up behind me and attacked it. Another time, a bird got fried on the overhead street wiring and my mom kept it on a rock while she went to find her gardening tools so she could dig a grave for it. When she came back the bird was gone and Zorro was covered in dirt. He had buried the bird himself. You’d think this is nothing, dogs often bury bones and things, but this is the first and only time Zorro has ever buried anything. We have a rambutan tree in our home whose branches fall onto our roof, the two of us would climb up to the roof every fruiting season and sit and eat rambutan. He liked the bitter ones the most which worked out great because I liked the sweet. He loved sweets too, cakes and candies and the rare tiny piece of chocolate. We’d have to take care to never keep anything within reach of him… things used to mysteriously disappear anyway. He learned pretty soon that when he was sick he was more likely to get sweets, we used to hide his pills in cakes and gummies, so he would pretend to be ill. He’d limp a little when people were a round and act like he can’t get up. Dad’s favourite story was the time he caught Zorro, who we thought had somehow injured his ankle (he even whined when the vet touched his ankle, she said nothing seemed broken or twisted, it must just be sore because he slept on it wrong so prescribed him something for the pain), walking normally and start limping, on the wrong foot, when he spotted my dad. 

He was beautiful, his fur always shone and his hair was thick and long, he had little eyebrows and even eyelashes. I have never seen a cocker spaniel in Sri Lanka that looked as beautiful and as healthy as he did. You might say I’m biased but every vet we’ve ever been to and every person who’s ever seen him said the same. We had several little proposals for him but they never worked out. We had three girls brought home for him but he HATED them all. The poor things tried so hard to make friends with him but he lashed out at them. Eventually we stopped trying. My brother and I are pretty sure this was because he was gay. During mating season we’d sometimes find him staring longingly at the local dog gang (all male) through the bars of the gate. He loved Tuk Tuk rides because he was just too short to see out the car window. He walked the streets like he owned them and it showed, people would come out of their homes to fawn over him and he’d trot along, head held high. If he was in the way of oncoming traffic, no matter what the vehicle, it was clear that he would not move from it but the vehicle had to move for him. Every vehicle in the neighbourhood knew to make a nice, wide turn, away from his path because he wasn’t going to change his. About 4 months ago our garden wall was broken down for reconstruction and we had taken him out for his nightly pee and poop session. He was taking ages and mom and I were watching a show on tv. So we told him dad was on the way home and he’d let him in and went inside. He had decided to go looking for dad who worked about 150 metres away from our home. He’d one over the broken wall and made it to the main road. I was told that the Tuk Tuk drivers with the help of one of the traffic policeman had created a wall against oncoming traffic so he wouldnt get hit, and because he refused to let anyone touch him two men came running to our house to fetch us so we can bring him back home. Thank god he’s so famously known in town! He created a massive traffic jam and noone complained. Mind you he was deaf and blind at this point so we are pretty sure he simply followed dad’s scent because we have never taken him that way towards the main road before and dad’s the only one who takes that path and he was apparently very purposefully making his way to dad’s office building.

He grew to display behaviour so fundamentally similar to me that we were almost the same person. He hated potatoes, He loved chicken. He hated getting up in the morning and was most active in the night. He hated being helped, towards the end he found it difficult to get up, difficult to walk, but he always had to try by himself for several minutes before grudgingly allowing us to help him. He pretended to hate attention but loved being the centre of it. He hated having his picture taken and he liked baths only after he was in them. He was ticklish on his sides, he was grumpy in the mornings, he liked to go to places only for the ride, once we got to a place it was like ok home now. He was very mellow, he took everything in stride and never complained, he would be mad at you for approximately 2.5 seconds. He was friendly towards everyone but had his favourites… this showed. He was a little afraid of birds. He hated milk by itself and loved roasted dhal. He liked his bread buttered and only slightly toasted. He didn’t like being told what to do and would pathologically rebel, whether it was being asked not to sit during bathtime or being given sedatives at the vets before getting stitches (he was given enough sedatives to affect a much larger dog, but he refused to let it get to him and didnt even go to sleep that night). 

I should have accepted that his time was done, I shouldn’t have tried to force down his medicine. I think I caused him a lot of pain towards the end. I should have just let him be in peace. I shouldnt have carried him to the doctors every day. He hated being carried. I’m so scared that he hated me those last few days. I told him over and over that I was sorry, I just wanted to help. But a dog doesn’t understand all that. He’s gone now and and I caused him all that stress for nothing. And it’s breaking my heart.

He was my home for 14 years and 3 months and 9 days. I don’t really know how to be or do without him here. How am I supposed to want to come back home knowing he won’t be there waiting for me. How am I to sleep without the sound of his snores punctuating the air. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go to the washroom without hearing him padding to the door and loudly sniffing underneath it to see if I was there. I keep expecting to hear him bark softly from outside the door to let me know he was outside and not inside. I keep tripping on myself thinking he was lying on the floor and I was about to step on him. I couldn’t go to sleep yesterday because he didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night to ask for a midnight snack or to let me know he needed to pee.

There was a brilliant sunset yesterday, the whole sky turned gold as we set him down in his little coffin and decorated his grave with flowers. There was a rainbow too. People sent me pictures, saying it was a sign. I don’t want a sign, I don’t want him up there. I want him home with me where he’s supposed to be.

[mysclerosis-blog]

Day 1 aboard the Lemtrada express

So, as anyone could’ve probably predicted, I didn’t manage to swing my sleep cycle round to wake up feeling nice and refreshed nice and early in the morning. Instead, I’ve been awake the better part of 12 hours so far and  I’m just into the start of my actual Lemtrada drip, post-steroids, post-antihistamine, post-tests, post-whatever else. So far the hardest part of my day has been the train ride (I can never make myself quite enjoy sitting on a train with my phone signal ducking in and out, surrounded by strangers) of almost an hour. That and trying to piss on command, since clever me forgot that basically every healthcare provider I’ve met this year has wanted some of it.

So, needless to say, I didn’t quite arrive here bright and breezy, but the staff have all been kind and really nothing less than pleasant has happened so far. Mum is with me for moral support and will be throughout the week. It’s a shame you can’t bring pets to the hospital too cos I think Odin might’ve been a bit lonely. The steroids have made their way to my tongue but that seems to be subsiding already; helped along by a chocolate spread sandwich of course. And the piriton has me feeling a little groggy but really it’s nothing major. So far, I have to say, I feel like all the anxiety relating to today was a little misplaced, but we’ll see what comes. I promptly fell asleep.

I’d brought my laptop and everything I’d need to make some music but ultimately, trying to read and interpret what the knobs and dials on the software synth needed to move to to get a nice sound, coupled with the drowsiness,  proved enough to make me decide today was definitely not a day for this. So I slept for most of the day really, not the best sleep, fully clothed, with twice-hourly visits from the nursing staff to check blood pressure etc, but ultimately fairly restful. I woke up with a headache not unlike a hangover but after some water it had mostly subsided in not much time. I’d read from a lot of people on the Lemtrada facebook group I’m in that water is key to having a decent time so who am I to say no?

Around the time my infusion ended, my food arrived; a dry slice of brown bread (I actually really appreciated this, in truth), a very nice home-made margarita pizza with peppers, onion and tomato pieces on, which tasted a lot like mum used to make us when we were kids; definitely tomato purée for the tomato sauce. It was nostalgic and quite comforting really. I also had a small square of what I think was Dorset apple cake. Altogether quite a nice meal, although I’ll be aiming for the vegan route the rest of the week. Partly because the main reason I was offered food (the unit never really give food to their patients) was because mum had rung in ahead of time to tell them that I was vegetarian/sometimes vegan. So having had special provisions made for me, I chose one of the least vegan things on the menu. The fear of an angry mob...

So, my actual Lemtrada infusion is finished and I’m receiving just a bit of saline to make sure the Lemtrada in the drip tube is all going to good use and feeling mostly okay. I’ve started to sweat but the sun’s out and the temperatures is in the twenties – not something I’m used to, so it could be that. Things are running smoothly for the next two hours that they’re keeping me in for observations, in case any reactions or anything spring up. My blood pressure is a little low, I’m a tad clammy and my breathing feels a tiny bit laboured so I’m given paracetamol and that does the trick. Over the course of the day I’ve drunk more water than I probably would’ve even on a good day and I’m feeling honestly a lot better than I thought I would. Mum suggests catching the bus back to the train station but it seems pointless to me. It’s probably the steroids talking, but I’m feeling really quite good.

The train ride home passes fairly quickly and without much of note to really mention. I saw some fluffy cows (I saw about 40 deer on the way to the hospital, I forgot to mention) and some other animals but anyway. I called Jessica but with the signal in the South-Western countryside being sketchy at best we only got to speak a few sentences before my signal went completely until I’d gotten home. It felt good to give positive feedback and hear her gorgeous voice again. I’m feeling that, while today is probably going to have been the easiest of these days, I’m sure I have it in me to complete this week without too much issue. Bring on tomorrow, and bring on the rash I’m almost definitely going to suffer by the end of the week.

20% of this year’s work is already done.

P.S. I look chic af with my cannula bandage. Saving time tomorrow in style.

[jessieyeomans101]

“ I Never Let my Kids eat processed Foods”

Oh Piss off Paula you lying Bastard! After a week of 3 School Runs a day, plus the ‘I forgot my banana on the stairs Mum!!’ re run before you eventually turn up for Work, looking like something a Fucking Cat Dragged in, you reach for those Chicken Twatting Nuggets, Chips and Beans on a Friday Night like we all do!

“ My Kids are in bed by 7pm every Night”

Really Susan?? REALLY?? Because my little Cunts were swinging from the Curtains like Fucking Spider Monkeys every night last week until 8:30pm when they eventually shut the fuck up and went to sleep. Fuck off Susan ya lying twunt and put your Piriton Syringe away ya cheating fuck stick!

“My kids are only allowed their Tablets for 20 Minutes a Day”

Barbara you’re a lying Bastard! We all tell them to ‘watch a film’ whilst we clean our Shit hole houses, then before we know it they’re neck deep and 2 hours into some screaming little twat on YouTube, watching them play an Xbox game that they Fucking own themselves, but noooooo, its more fun watching some snotty bratty bastard playing it!!

“Mine aren’t allowed treats in between meals, they have Fruit”

Carole you bullshitting Arse Goblin!! I left the room for 5 Minutes last week and this happened 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

A fuck Tonne of Milk! A whole Tray of Biscuits. Both ipads and Massive happy faces!!!

Like fuck i was taking it off them. I was proud of their teamwork !! They’re Children. They should be allowed Chicken Nuggets for Tea every now and then. It’s ok if they have a Late night here and there, or an ipad game/film for longer than 20 Minutes so we can maybe, just maybe wash our Fucking hair alone without Our Gremlins trashing the bathroom like a pair of Wild Bastard Seals!!

Mums You’re doing just fine! Make the Fucking Nuggets. Utilise the ipads so you can maybe hear the voices in your head again 🤪 . Let them knacker themselves out playing TMNT upstairs on the Cunting Curtains until they flake out, and let them have a treat, Let them steal the cookies from the cupboard and let them be Fucking proud of it!

With faces like those, i know i am 😊

✌🏻

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