#this is schrodingers allergy

[1d-trashcan]

On a scale of 1 to “I asked my mum to drive to the bins with our rubbish bc what if I get chased by a wasp walking the 50 meters to the bins and die”, how bad is your wasp phobia?

[inflagrante-delicatessen]

this last week so far has been "oh no I feel bad after doing my winter holiday party hope its not covid. it's covid" and "yeah someone was sick and now I feel bad but they tested the other day and it's not covid"

worstie, people have been saying they didn't get a positive on a rapid until day 4 of symptoms at the earliest and not everyone actually serially tests like ur meant to

[lathrine]

calling out of work tomorrow like yes boss i KNOW it sounds hella suspicious that i just Happened to get sick over the weekend and now can't come to work on Monday (observing our 24hr w/o symptoms policy). listen boss i dont know what to tell you, all i know is that until this morning my wife was down for the count and from like 8pm saturday until 2pm today i might as well have been in a different dimension. have a great day boss ill see you Tuesday yeah

[creekfiend]

I'm currently stuck in schrodinger's plague box (Is It Allergies or Covid?: I had an exposure this weekend and the tests are inconclusive!) So I thought I'd kill some time by looking through my camera roll for cute animal pictures to send you aprapos of nothing! Hope you enjoy!

This one is from the spring and depicts a goat with pneumonia cuddling an orphaned lamb, don't worry they both made it! No downers here! We named the goat Housegoat (he ended up staying in the house for almost 2 months) and he has grown into a full on terror whose hobbies include stealing pig feed and stepping on his disabled brother.

This is my favorite picture I have ever taken of my dog. I gave him a cabbage sprout and he was so happy that he had to walk around with it in his mouth for a solid five minutes before consuming it.

I hope these pictures bring you a fraction of the joy I have received from your animals over the years, thank you for sharing!

HOUSEGOAT 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

thank u for sharing. I hope that it isn't covid and also that you recover quickly ! 😭💜

[moonfurthetemmie]

Does Hunter have any allergies?

uhhhhh your mom

sorry i just woke up my head is full of nothing and bullshit

i feel like all fictional characters are in a state of perpetually having no allergies and all the allergies until an artist/writer/etc decides otherwise. Or canon says otherwise.

Basically they all have Schrodinger's Allergies, excluding canon allergies

[morgandria]

I have a frustratingly unquiet mind today. Migraine blew up Sunday evening and is still going. My stomach has been rather bad as well, so food's back to being a fight and I'm in a rather abysmal mood. (Here I was worried that dropping back down to a lower Ozempic dose would mean I would go back to eating more. Hah.)

I can't sleep, since my brain won't stop reminding me I'm miserable. So I'm trying to plink away with some watercolour candle labels until I'm tired enough to actually drop off.

Random thoughts in rotation (maybe out will be better than in):

The weather's still up and down. So while I am having fewer migraines than winter, I still have more than I'd like and they flatten me. My allergies don't help.

It's been ten years since I acquired Schrodinger's Foot. It's as healed as it's ever going to be, and it still splits open and bleeds frequently. I hate having to wrap it in gauze, but I guess I hate cleaning blood off the floors more.

The stupid flooring in the kitchen is sliding apart thanks to the house's constant settling and now there's two panels with a quarter-inch gap and a sharp broken edge in a frequently used area. The floor does not need to be any more hazardous to my shitty feet - I still haven't healed the stupid ulcer on my toe where the floor rubbed it raw a year ago.

I feel so broken, physically. If it's not one thing, it's another. With that comes the feeling that I'm a burden, that I'm not fun to spend time with. I don't want to deal with my broken human suit, so why would I want anyone else to have to either? Sleep seems to be the only reprieve - but there's too many days where waking up feels like instant regret.

I'm trying very hard to find small joys where I can, but I'm struggling. I recognize that I'm withdrawn right now. Recognizing it doesn't mean it will stop, though. It's always a little dangerous when I slide past 'lonely' and just end up at 'alone'. It's hard to break out of that space. I find it easier and easier every day, to just be alone. Being social does not feel rewarding in any way, and I have no more space for pain and anxiety.

I had really (really) hoped that with the coming of the Summer I'd find myself perking up a bit - maybe an uptick in energy for my personal practice, the urge to get outside into the yard. That's... not happening. I have no real inclination.

The house next door SUCKS. I have -zero- interest in dealing with squatters, drug users, drug dealers, and the inevitable involvement of cops and paramedics. Four overdoses next door since January, a pretty vicious physical assault, and every night I get woken at least three times by the shitty Mustang parked out front. It's been tuned so it is stupidly loud, they gun the engine no matter what time it is, and they're back and forth all night.

I'm tired of having things move around or disappear from the yard. It still happens, even with the ring of cameras around the house. (Last week someone stole a green-waste bin, ffs.) I enjoy my solar lights and other bits of whatnot, but I know stuff will go missing unless it's locked in the backyard.

I feel like even the land here is going inwards. The wood avens that was just in one small corner of the backyard a few years ago is all through the lawn now. Between it and the ground ivy, I feel like it's trying to expel and filter out next door's garbage energy. Or maybe it's reacting to my shitty headspace. After last year's intense work trying to make a genus loci oil, having it fail at the very end left me discouraged. I don't know that I have the energy and correct mindset to try again this summer, and the spirits themselves aren't clamouring for it. We'll wait it out and see if another year is better.

Last (but not least) is one of the things about adult life I absolutely loathe: many friendships will diminish over time, as people grow apart and move on. Knowing that and recognizing it when it happens does not make it easier to live with. It's not helpful right now.

I guess I'm going back to trying to paint. I'm sure as hell can't sleep.

[illogicalvulcans]

currently living with schrodinger's kiwi allergy. my mom is SUPER allergic, so we never had it in the house growing up/never ordered it while out and i've just. never quite gotten out of the habit of completely avoiding it even though i live hours away now? but my sister apparently now has a mild kiwi allergy. so like. maybe i'm allergic. maybe i'm not. who knows

[sconesfortea]

Reading the side effects info that comes with these meds is confusing as fuck

Like, does this mean the medication can mimic the feeling of allergies or that it can bring them on?

And then, while perusing this anxiexty inducing pamphlet of medical horrors, I noticed this. God forbid you have some kind of sexual health side effects from these meds because they list totally contradictory things:

Like how can decreased sex drive be common, but problems with sex drive be common? And then we have schrodinger's erection...

After 2 months of trying to find a pharmacy that has adhd meds, I finally managed to get my methylphenidate prescription filled. Started taking them again 4 days ago & ever since I've felt itchy, like there's something caught in my throat, nauseous, and a bit more shaky.

Now I'm wondering if I could low-key be having an allergic reaction to the meds? It didn't even occur to me until I felt like I needed to take another antihistamine today.

Idk if I should stop taking it or if my body is just getting used to the meds & I need to persevere to get past these side effects

[nietzsche-was-right-bro-0]

whenever my grandma makes pinakbet i always love playing the game "panic attack or allergic reaction"

[marlynnofmany]

Having “Schrodinger’s Covid” is pretty unpleasant, if anyone’s wondering. Not as bad as the real thing obviously, but there is a very specific type of panic over Oh no was that a cough because of allergies, or the beginning of the end? and Okay if just I get it then I’ll barricade in the bedroom but if some of us do but not all of us then what? and We’ve cancelled those two social engagements and we should cancel these other two and HOPE we don’t have to cancel the big one, and Don’t think about Long Covid Don’t think about Long Covid Don’t think about Long Covid...

Anyways, this week is not going particularly well. But my book launches tomorrow, so that’s fun. Good thing I wasn’t planning an actual launch party.

[chicago-geniza]

ok!!! we shaved head, did ALL the steroids, got more water, took out trash, ate food, scheduled SNAP redetermination, followed up w/ J, apologized 2 S for canceling w/ schrodinger's covid again, probably allergies but fever + sore throat = unfortch a no go.

complete order **

other orders (shaving, mineral h2o)

SHOWER ✅

wash dishes **

edit chapter

do laundry ✅

look at moving rates **

bring boxes downstairs

put rugal to bed ✅

email [redacted]

invoice

email real estate guy abt utilities **✅

pay housemate 4 internet ✅

??????????

figure out what else you need to buy before moving--organizing shit & meds storage

[somecommonbitch]

one my favorite things to do is to just decide a character has hyper specific food allergies. there’s literally no way to prove me wrong. they’ve never encountered this food in the narrative anyways, so if you want to argue with me we’ll just reach a schrodinger’s forbidden snack impasse

[skinks]

I see your “fake/pretend dating” scenarios and I ask instead of you: “we’re secretly together and desperately trying to hide it” scenarios

Richie and Eddie finally get their shit together a week before Bev and Ben’s wedding, and after a whole lot of arguing and contingency plans and naked, sweaty discussion, they decide that if they don’t wanna steal that hetero thunder, they have to try their hardest to act like they’re not a Thing

and it’s a mess. They spend the whole week of bachelor parties (Losers plus Patty sans Bev get sad drunk and wish Bev was there) and bachelorette parties (Losers plus Patty sans Ben wear feather boas and get sorority drunk with Bev’s fashion friends, gossip about Ben and sing karaoke) pretending they’re not sneaking off to bone in every unoccupied room they possibly can

It’s a MESS. Richie figures the years of practice at pathetic, secret longing mean they should be better at this than they are. Like yeah, they’re still hovering in this awkward limbo stage where it’s both terribly exciting and horribly embarrassing to be crossing meat swords with your long lost best bro, while knowing you’re both totally into it, but they already acted so couple-y beforehand that it’s probably WEIRDER if Eddie stops smiling all fond and fixing Richie’s hair, or if Richie stops slinging his arm around Eddie at every opportunity. But that’s letting their guard down, and they keep freezing and jumping apart in the middle of casual conversation. They’re standing with Bill and Audra and Patty and Mike in some hotel function room, discussing whether or not stealing Ben’s yacht is feasible when Richie oh-so-gently says “hey—c’mere,” and wipes a smudge of chocolate fondue (contains nuts!!) from Eddie’s mouth with his thumb. Everyone stops talking. Everyone stares. Eddie stares. And Richie needs to duck and cover so he sort of - slaps him? Not even hard enough to make a noise, it’s more of a tap-then-push. He pushes Eddie’s face. “Is that Staniel I hear,” Richie says, after a moment.

“I don’t hear anything,” Patty says.

“No no, that’s definitely Stan,” Richie says, backing swiftly to the door. Eddie’s eyes are on him accusing and hot, dark brown like the chocolate smeared on Richie’s thumb. Later, Eddie will suck the taste off where it’s stuffed in his mouth to keep quiet as they fuck below deck in Ben’s stolen yacht, Mike and Bill fighting overhead about who gets to wear the blue and white captain’s hat. Eddie’s pants are barely even pulled down. Richie does his Quint From Jaws Voice and goes duh-dun, duh-dun as Eddie pushes inside so Eddie will bite his thumb and fuck him harder. It’s all very undignified, and illicit, and stupid. Eddie loves it. “I have great ears, Pattycake, and Stanley makes this sort of, uh, echolocation type noise when he’s having issues with hotel staff. I should know, I went on vacation once with his family, to the Catskills? Stan spilled soup on a waiter and every bat in the fuckin’ place came right outta the forest and flew into the buffet. Don’t ask him about it though, one man’s vigilante origin story is another man’s traumatic childhood. Okay bye.” Richie definitely doesn’t run, but running away is more about aura than gait.

Audra frowns. “Did he just imply Batman didn’t have a traumatic childhood?”

“Haha,” Eddie deflects, stuffing his hand in his pocket, and missing. “He must’ve had the shrimp. Fucked up that he’s the one with the actual shellfish allergy, right? Isn’t that irony, or something?”

“That would be ironic, if you didn’t know everything we’re all allergic to by heart and would never let Richie eat shrimp,” Bill says, still staring.

“I would,” Eddie says immediately. He can’t find his fucking pocket. “I would totally let Richie eat shrimp.”

“You slapped his slice of pizza out of his hand last week because there was oyster sauce in the marinara,” Mike says, but Eddie is already actually running away. Wow, he’s fast.

Even with the Losers, Richie’s only out by implication, but it’d still be weird if he, for some reason, brought a woman as his date. He thinks about bringing Sven the Sound Guy because he’s as opposite to Eddie as it’s possible to find on short notice since Guy Fieri was unavailable, but he can’t decide whether this is genius cover or so on the nose as to be damning. He goes stag in the end, which is perhaps most damning of all. Eddie is in Schrodinger’s closet, because he doesn’t have to answer either way if nobody fucking asks him, and nobody does, because Eddie always starts doing whatever he’s currently doing to an incredibly intense level whenever the conversation turns to dating. One time at dinner when they were all in the same city for one of Richie’s tentative, low-key comeback shows, someone mentioned post-divorce dating apps, and then someone simply said the word Grindr not even in Eddie’s direction and Eddie cut his steak so hard he scratched the plate. This was an achievement in and of itself seeing as the clown took Eddie’s fork-arm, but Richie was spearing his steak for him while he cut it. He’s an enabler. An enabler to steak, and freakouts.

Anyway, even with all of this, it’s still weird that Eddie brings a woman. She’s Paula. From work. Stan sees her checking her phone so often that he figures out she’s one of the women in the matching white wedding dresses on her lock screen. Stan nudges Patty, who becomes very insistent that they should tell Eddie before he gets his heart broken, but Eddie is probably too busy periodically kicking out the backs of Richie’s knees to make him wobble and buckle against the bar to notice, or care.

Bev has great fucking aim, is the thing. There’s a lost catapult and a space-alien dead as a dodo can attest to it, but she’s still facing the opposite direction and could never predict that her bouquet toss would bounce off two different bridesmaids’ heads, straight into Richie’s hands. They’re so beautiful. White and orange and a rich, nautical blue that matches Eddie’s suit, tidily pinned up at the right shoulder and pressed hard into Richie’s side. Bev is laughing delightedly and Ben is taking a photo, and Eddie has been getting steadily drunker ever since he got back half an hour ago from gratefully sending Paula home to her wife in an Uber with some cake. He’s all pink across the bridge of his nose and he looks so fucking adorable with Ben’s blue and white yacht captain hat tilted on his head at a rakish angle, and the others are all catcalling so hard that Richie figures they might as well give up the pretense. He kicks out the back of Eddie’s knees so he’ll buckle into Richie’s flowery arms and fucking DIPS him like that old wartime photo even though Eddie’s the one with the sailor hat getting knocked off his head because they’re kissing so enthusiastically, clinging to the back of Richie’s neck and snortlaughing into his mouth, but suddenly everyone’s shouting, and they all sound - not pissed, exactly, but certainly indignant

“Are you guys serious,” Bill says, “you’re stealing their thunder right now? One major childhood romance realized isn’t enough, you’re gonna crash theirs?”

“Wait,” Richie says

Bev throws up her hands. Richie can’t see, because of her dress, but he’s pretty sure her foot is actually tapping. “Why didn’t you tell us!”

Eddie is still dangling off him like a monkey, all stunned-drunk limp with the bouquet shoved in his face. Richie hears what uh oh sounds like muffled by flowers, and Ben silently takes another photo, like he’s cataloguing a crime scene.

“You guys... didn’t know? We actually kept it a secret?”

“Until now, you jackasses!”

“What secret,” Audra asks, appearing with like eight plates of cake. “What’s happening? Oh wait, I’m caught up.”

“But—but—the fondue,” Eddie says, and seriously, it’s not like the clown ripped his legs off, he could try standing and facing this with Richie like a true bro, but Richie’s kind of enjoying the weight of him. Plus he’s pretty sure Bev won’t dare to go through Eddie to kill him, so. Human shield it is.

“What about the fondue?” Mike looks like he did after the end of The Usual Suspects. Like he’s re-evaluating every time Richie and Eddie left a room together, and wishes he wasn’t. “You guys are like that all the time.”

“Then why were you all staring!”

“Nobody was staring! It was a natural lull in conversation, we were weirded out that you were being weird about it! Have you always been this self-centered?”

“I guess so,” Richie shrugs. He looks down at Eddie, covered in pollen and thoroughly confused. He’s so drunk he’s looking kinda cross-eyed. “You hear that, dude? We were killing it, until we fucked it all up!”

Eddie grins up at him. “Good enough!” he slurs, and then lets go of Richie’s neck for a high five. Everyone’s gone back to ignoring them in favour of dancing to Journey, so at least nobody notices Richie’s so eager to return it that he drops Eddie on the floor instead

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[icedteaandoldlace]

My oldest brother: A vegan. More specifically, one of Those vegans who equates the meat industry to the holocaust and the dairy industry to rape.

My youngest brother: Also a vegan, but only for health purposes. Literally the only example I know of that sensible vegans exist.

My other younger brother: An omnivore like your typical human, but doesn't believe in side dishes, and briefly went through a phase of not believing in tables, and ate all his meals standing up.