#versus his final scene during daylight

[dollopheadedmerlin]

For Science

[oveliagirlhaditright]

...Not that we at all care about what J*oss Whedon thinks, because he’s a creep.

But it’s kind of funny (ehh, that might not be the right word for it), that for years, people have been battling each other to the death over what the “Right Ship” in his “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” was: Buffy/Angel or Buffy/Spike.

But at least to begin with... he absolutely did not want either of those. The vampires in Buffy are supposed to be a metaphor for the challenges an adolescent faces growing up, so they were all supposed to be absolutely evil and none were supposed to stick around (I think he also worried that messing with this idea could make Buffy seem like a murderer, which he definitely didn’t want).

I think he wanted Buffy and Xander to end up together That you can still maybe see tiny remnants of. Especially in the season eight comics... And I like Xander. I really do. But I am so glad this didn’t happen. One, because Xander is a J*oss Whedon self-insert, so it sort of would have been creepy. And two, because somehow and some way, pretty much every girl in the Buffyverse but Buffy ends up having a thing for Xander at some point, despite him really not being anything special (I say that with love. Him being the ordinary guy is his thing). So Buffy finally falling in love with him would have just been too much.

But I think it was David Greenwalt who talked him into doing stuff with Angel. So they came up with the idea of the Bangel romance--that was supposed to end ultimately tragically, with Buffy having to kill Angel to save the world and him never coming back--and that Angel was the only vampire in the world who had a soul, and that he’d been cursed with it: so that he would have to feel guilty about all the horrible things he’d done without a soul.

Spike, who comes along in season two, was not supposed to last. He’s sort of set up as that season’s Big Bad, but it actually becomes Angelus (evil Angel who has lost his soul). And originally, Spike was supposed to get killed somewhere during the season, and Spike’s girlfriend Drusilla--who Angelus had some history with--were supposed to start banging to really break Buffy’s heart.

But James Marsters was so darn likable as Spike. And apparently this enraged J*oss Whedon. It’s actually horrible. He was really abusive towards James Marsters (who plays Spike), and he didn’t deserve it at all. He already didn’t really want Angel... but he didn’t want to have to be forced to have to keep Spike because of how popular he was. Apparently he like pushed James up against a wall and was like, “I don’t care how popular you are! You’re dead, you hear me?! Dead!” And James held his hands up and responded, “Okay, I mean, the ball’s in your court, man.” What a man, James Marsters is. Damn. I probably wouldn’t have been so cool about this.

But Spike did not die in season two. I don’t know why they didn’t decide to kill him, after all. But they didn’t.

In the TV Guide Buffy and Angel interviews for the TV Guide interviews, I think, James Marsters talks about how after Cordelia was moved from Buffy to Angel, he was brought on the show to be the “You’re all stupid, and we’re going to die” character. You’d think that this would have been Anya, but I guess not entirely. Or maybe they hadn’t figured that out yet. And this was usually accompanied with him running into Giles’ house in broad daylight with a blanket draped over him, so he wouldn’t burst into flames... but I guess the writers hated doing that? So James Marsters thought that he was probably about to be fired here, and thanked David Boreanaz here for what he did with Angel here, because he thought it opened up the door for him and Spike, and that he thought they wouldn’t have thought to do it, otherwise.

But I think it was at this point that J*oss decided that he was going to make S*pike fall in love with Buffy, too. But unlike Angel, he didn’t have a soul, so it would be toxic... (Edit: I forgot to mention that it was also because Buffy was going to learn that there was a darkness to the Slayer’s power and thus a darkness to her, and Spike was supposed to help her explore that. Because J*oss thought she had gotten too powerful, so now there had to be a sort of consequence and danger to that power). Except that the audience could see nothing but James’ charm, and could not see that it was toxic, which led to them writing the scene in “Seeing Red”, where Spike tries to r*ape Buffy... which, thankfully, once he gets his bearings, he is immediately shameful and horrified by, and he yeets himself out of there to go get a soul, because he knows he needs one. Not that that makes it perfect, but still. Thankfully they’re a lot better in season seven. And in the comics. And there was some good even with all the toxicity, but a lot of bad, too, because Spike’s feelings are all twisted in not having a soul.

I think in having to write Bangel and Spuffy, though, J*oss is really proud of him and did do his best with them. He says that he honestly can’t choose between the two of them, and is torn right down the middle. Which might be why, even though the comics had seemed to choose Spuffy, they seemed to cancel that at the last minute and leaved it undecided it again. And leaved Buffy single, but on terms with both boys and still loving both of them. Though I do think J*oss has said a few times that he maybe slightly prefers Spuffy, if for no other reason than Angel baffles him some, and he finds him a slightly harder character to write for. And this is why all the season finales of Angel really strip him down, to try and figure out who he is and what’s ticking underneath him.

But, anyway... I just think it’s kind of funny that the world is always fighting over Bangel versus Spuffy, and--at least originally--Joss would have been like, “Neither! Please, God, no!”

[mintyvan]

10

(This is a drabble request I’m finishing not the hard questions thing)

prompt I bet you feel like an artist

Flecks of dark charcoal littered the page as your ring finger, covered in sooty blackness, contoured his arm just right. You traced the edge of his fingers, curling the pencil at the tips. His hand is relaxed, the palm facing upwards, and as you make your way to his wrists you can almost see the vein jumping beneath the skin.

He’s been napping for the better part of the morning, falling back into bed after your breakfast run early this morning, squeezing some sleep in before his afternoon band meeting.

And you’ve been transfixed. Your attempts at studying for your upcoming Baroque architecture mid-term were feeble at best. So, legs thrown over the arm of your desk chair, sketchpad in hand, you let your fingers take you away.

The blanket was casually thrown over his hips as he rested on his side, the indentation of his hipbone catching your eye first. A small purple bruise has risen there, a flash of last night, you marking him with teeth and tongue. The blinds are open, casting sunlight across his skin, making him glow.

Your gaze slides upward, carefully, so as not to miss anything – past the trail of hair under his navel, over the slight ripple of his abs, and to the dip of his nipples; the protrusion of his collarbone and his slim neck.

His jawline held the beginnings of stubble, a five o’clock shadow emerging since he hasn’t spent a night at his own place in the least three days. His lips were relaxed, not holding the tension that he held during the daylight hours when he had to work with people who weren’t genuine. The corner of his fuller bottom lip dips down a little, creating a bow like effect. You always found it unbearably attractive.

Sketch nearly finished, you make the final touches to his hair; focusing on how it curls around his ears and lays in front of his eyes when he doesn’t bother to brush it away. You’re so invested on getting the stubborn cowlick absolutely perfect that you’re jolted out of concentration by his voice, “I bet you feel like an artist.”

He’s brought his left arm up under his head, resting his cheek on it as he looks at you with sleepy bedroom eyes. His bicep bulges, another vein peeking out.

You’re flushed as you look down, away from his stare, letting a simple breath pass your lips. “You’re awake.”

He stretches, a groan rising from his throat and the sheet slipping further down. “Have been for like the past five minutes.”

“Oh,” you say, putting the pad on your desk, “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

He shakes his head no as he sits up against the headboard, “Nah, no biggie.” He reaches out to you, his fingers gliding through the rumpled sheets. “C’mere.”

Biting your lip around a smile at his husky sleep ridden voice, you get up and lean the tops of your thighs against the bed, grazing your fingers through his. Leaning down, you rub noses and lay your lips upon his.

He sighs, deepening the kiss and raking his fingers through your hair, his tongue grazing your bottom lip.

You let out a soft sound, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as he pulls back a fraction, breathing you in.  “Morning,” he whispers.

Scoffing, you twist your head toward the clock on the nightstand.

“Van, it’s past noon.”

He chuckles, a dimple appearing on his cheek as he loops his index finger into the belt loop of your pants. “Your fault, you wore me out.” He lays a quick peck on your cheek as he rises from the bed and lets the sheet unapologetically land in a heap on the floor.

You lean back against the bed, elbows resting on the edge and admiring the view.  You’re shaken out of your reverie by Van’s heaving sigh.

You rise up to your full height and cross the room, placing your chin delicately in the crook of his neck. “What?”

He’s standing over your drawing. You just barely finished it before he woke up. He runs the tip of his pinky over the charcoal dust before pointing to it. “You got my nipple wrong.”

You pinch his side, “Oh, shush.”

“No, you did. This one is so much bigger than that one.” He turns around, drawing your gaze to his chest. “See, both perfectly proportional.”

You crinkle your nose, running your thumb over his right nipple. He sucks in a sharp breath and marks your nose with his darkened finger. You concede. “Okay, fine, blame it on the lighting. Or lack thereof.”

He sticks his lower lip out as he nods, “Hmm, okay. Should we blame the lighting on you reading Lady Chatterly’s Lover, too?”  Crooking his thumb behind him, you see the book lying in plain sight, the cover of a beautiful woman, bosom out but hiding from view.

You raise your hands in defense, “What? It’s a good book.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he hums in agreement “Oh, no, I didn’t say it wouldn’t be.” He shrugs. “Bond says it’s essentially glorified erotica of the 1920s.”

You rest your hands on his chest. “Well, yeah, of course. But what makes it so interesting is the driving force, the time it happens in. It was set in a time of change and revolutionary ideals, but it was set in the mindset of the Victorian era – “

“Therefore, you have two clashing worlds. The immorality versus the conservatism; yeah, the gray areas make it more human, more real.” He nods along as he picks it up, thumbing through the pages, paying special attention to one of the dog-eared pages. You stare at him in awe. He looks up from the pages and his voice goes high.

“What? Bondy and I’ve been taking more smoke breaks together.”

He tugs gently at the ends of your hair. The book is fully open in front of you now, to one of your favorite scenes – the forest scene involved a couple and no clothes – as evident from the large fold on the corner.

His eyes are burning yours, lighting your insides aflame.

He folds the books backwards, cracking the spine at your favorite part and sticking it in the back on the shelf. You shiver.

He notices, running his fingers down your arms, the pads of his calloused fingers caressing the goosebumps that have risen. He licks his lips. You swallow deeply.

“You’ve got work soon,” you whisper, tucking your fingers into the hem of his boxers, notching them down a hair.

He reaches up, his thumb plucking your bottom lip, the force tugging it downwards. “Fuck it, I’ll be late.”

[nuthinnewfortrashlikeyou]

Covenant: Alien (a positive opinion)

[spoilers, duh]

Now is a time when you expect to see “Everything explained and analyzed” video about every movie that comes out and people are nitpicking about continuity inconsistencies every single day. When Blade Runner 2049 looks more like a sequel to Only God Forgives. But Alien: Covenant turned out to be more about androids instead of aliens (or even people), and a more proper sequel to Blade Runner (Chris Ready wrote it better) than what Denis Villeneuve’s version is promising to be. Although we’ve seen him and what he’s capable of (at the expense of human characters) in Prometheus, here Fassbender’s David is placed apart from humanity and humaneness in an even more elegant way, in the very first scene of Covenant - by a line, said to him by Guy Pearce’s Weyland. As he’s playing Wagner on the piano, Weyland says about his playing - “A little anemic without the orchestra”, which quickly sets up the level of alienation between people and androids in this movie (and by extension, this franchise overall plus Blade Runner).

Covenant, in my opinion, develops its theme pretty well, starting even with promo-materials and prologues (whereas Prometheus’s additional materials were only used as world-building fluff). From the first look at them, the “Last Supper” and crew members video transmissions are as shallow and uninspired as it gets, they can only raise the most obvious question – “why the fuck isn’t it a part of the movie, why are our characters ‘developed’ in a youtube video, rather than are organically developing in the screenplay / finished film?”. I can agree with this argument, but i think it was done this way specifically to reinforce one of the main points of the movie – which is “in space, humans are weak and pointless”, and their shallowness and banality is the method to do it, as they just don’t matter here anyway, and the outcome is not up to them. But “The Crossing” prologue is a very deliberate set-up for how they are going to develop the story and its real main character / villain in the movie.

At first i was just thankful for them for killing James Franco offscreen and not showing him in the movie at all, which is pretty funny and is already more than you could ever ask from this movie, to be honest. But when the Noomi Rapace’s character “reveal” has come up – it started to make much more sense and i have found what they did with it pretty interesting. In an interview with one of the screenwriters - Dante Harper, he explains that their plan with Franco was making him a “missing captain”, a gap in this group of people, a hole that Billy Crudup’s Oram (a religious character) should uncomfortably fill-in. They made him an “absent character” – which is a great idea, that is much more prominent when you apply it instead to Rapace’s Elizabeth Shaw and even to mythic Engineers race itself. By showing Shaw and her relationship with David in “The Crossing” prologue, and omitting some other things that David did in that timespan and before the events of “Covenant”, and what became of Engineers - they play with your expectations about David in a very subtle way to accentuate the level of his monstrosity, coldness and ambition. Instead of seeing Shaw 10 years older, with some make up and dirty clothes, trying to get by and survive on a forbidden planet Lara Croft-style with the aid of the android, you instead get to know a much more bitter truth about what really happened to her, which ties Prometheus to this movie and develops David into a pretty terrifying villain and certainly a main character of this new possible trilogy of prequels.

Aliens, on the contrary, are shown mostly as pathetic creatures. The titular xenomorph in its pre-final action scene (with them trying to take off the planet) twirls and spins around like a helpless kitten, or a rat that is held by its tail. It is shown in its full size (in wide shots during daylight even!) to accentuate its fragility and slim body, as it’s squeezed by the machinery and thrown away for good. The little ones are kicked around and shot at with automatic weapons at close range so many times you can almost pity them, as they fly around and smash against the cave walls. It is different from vietnam shoot-em-up of Aliens (1986), where they look like a swarm of insects to be crushed, Starship Troopers-style – in Covenant there are much fewer of them, but you see the physical impact of bullets on their feeble human-like bodies, them laying on the floor and dying. When they chaotically attack people and scuttle away on their thin long limbs – they are shown pretty closely to the way the small xenomorph was shot in Alien 3. Almost no slow-paced reveals and hiding its creepy design in the darkness and fog this time, but lots of running around like rabid naked monkeys. I dig it very much, that Ridley did not rehash the cinematic and visual approach to this monster from the first two Alien films (although the “glory-shot” of alien’s teeth in the shower scene is still present in the end, to please fans of the original too).

The main thing i took away from Covenant is – even though it can seem pondering and pretentious (especially bits with Ozymandias), it doesn’t really actually try to reach some philosophical heights of existential thought and fails, it just replaces one trashy slasher-movie monster with another – xenomorph is swapped with David (i like how Korean poster makes this concept pretty hard to miss). Aliens are here only to be shot at close range and put down, scared off with flare lights and tamed by a more dangerous creature, the result of humanity’s science and arrogance. Given how underdeveloped all human characters are – i definitely think it is a valid reading of the movie – that on a grand scale of things in the universe, humans are small, weak, dumb, and disposable, and we will never be helped to survive and thrive by neither religious belief in something bigger and better than we are, nor by anything more advanced that we are, be it our creation or not. The most religious guy being the one giving birth to the titular alien was pretty thematic (and funny), it underlines and reinforces Prometheus’s and Covenant’s disgust to religious naivety and its Darwinian themes of survival of the strongest. The sarcastic “PRAY” poster of the movie should actually be read as “Don’t pray”, which can allude to religious prayer of humanity to higher beings, or to this franchise’s fanbase’s worship of the xenomorph.

It’s a twillight zone episode as much as it is a big studio sci-fi project. But the shallowness of the human characters, typical to contemporary tentpole movies, actually serves the theme of the movie. People who will hate Covenant for the lack of human characters, or convoluted mythology they are building with these prequels and the origin of a xenomorph from Alien (1979), will hate the movie for the wrong reason, because the movie knows that it’s still slasher trash. If you want another Ripley here, you will miss this point. And although it has some cheer-you-up hero moments by the climax scene (for fan-service reasons, so – probably in part the studio’s decision), and a level of bravado that reminds you of Weaver saying things like “get away from her, you bitch!”, the actual ending of Covenant clearly negates all of their efforts anyway and shows once again how powerless people are. This is a very atheistic movie that hates god and hates what mankind is doing with its resources. In movies, interpretations can be as valid as intentions, and just how much of this theme was deliberate - is unclear, but if you needed some strong human element / character to latch on to or associate with (an idea that I 100% don't agree with, movies / characters should not only be a mirror for you to associate yourself with) – you have too much of an old fashioned way of watching and thinking about movies, i guess. Because here – people are just meat to be killed or used for breeding of other species, and the main character is an A.I. monster that is so distanced from humanity, you can only guess at what he’s gonna come up with next. If you still dislike Covenant for not having strong human characters, then i’d suggest you to think for a second about this: who was more fascinating character for you in Blade Runner – Deckard or Roy Batty? Who was more intriguing in 2001 – a human (named David also) or HAL 9000?

The thing i loved the most, though, is the kinetic energy this movie has in its horror-action setpieces. So much of it is just pure action filmmaking, which doesn’t just repeat the tricks from the original fan-favourite films. The fast pace, the gruesome gore, the shameless open displaying of all its creatures, and the amount of shooting guns – all made it a great movie to experience. The CG on monsters looked good – they blended in with the overall picture pretty well, i thought.

Some other things i kept thinking about while watching it:

– In promo video transmissions they have bits of found footage from each character. I’m glad Covenant isn’t shot like this though (but in small doses it looks neat).

– I don’t know if it means anything specific, but two androids are named David and Walter, as in David Giler and Walter Hill – two of the founding fathers of this franchise as producers and story-writers.

– As in Alien (1979), which is soaked in sexual / reproductional / rape themes and imagery, Covenant too has an android trying to commit a murder using a phallic object with clear sexual overtones to it – rolled erotic magazine in the original Alien versus flute here, following a pretty sexually- / homoerotically-charged scene between two versions of Fassbender. Their fight scene afterwards was funnier, but much more straightforward and less interesting than this confrontation.

Ok, I've spent too much time defending this thing, which has stupid overuse of CG in the final fight scene with alien (during which all of a sudden the air is filled with glistening dust and i couldn’t understand anything visually, and a character manages to jump down even though there is no gravity), has Amy Seimetz and gives her absolutely nothing to do personality-wise, and rips off scenes from maybe all previous movies right with the music themes! But after a pretty boring and Interstellar-dependent first ~30 minutes it kicks off and becomes the best (and certainly the most fucking interesting) Alien movie since Alien 3.

[morganhazelwood]

When Morgan Got LASIK

The Night Before

Last Thursday started off with my meds and eye drops.

I knew one of the drops I was supposed to start the day before, so I looked over my bottles and found it. Then, I reread my directions where it said: 4xs a day, starting the day before surgery.

Well, BLEEP. A little late now.

I did the drops that night and twice before surgery.

Before Surgery

Surgery was at 1pm, and I was supposed to have a light snack at least an hour prior. So, I had a large breakfast sandwich at 10am and called that “good.”

Packing up to go, they’d mentioned they had stuffed animals for me to hold during surgery. But why use theirs when I have stuffed animals of my own. I slid one I call “Alfred” into my bag and grabbed all the drops for the doctors to check over.

My appointment was the first one after lunch, so the office was quiet when I arrived and logged in. They had a remodeling show on the TV in the waiting room, so that proved suitably distracting from my slowly rising panic.

When the receptionist got back from lunch, she had me sign my wavers and took my money. Then, I sat down for about 10-15 minutes, until they called me back.

The surgery assistant told me that it was fine that I’d only had 3 rounds of the antibiotic and gave me a name-tag to wear. Then she proceeded to give me about 3 more different types of drops, while going over the procedure and the steps I would have to take when I got home, while answering my questions as they occurred to me. She used a cross between a giant mascara wand and a large cotton swab to get the extra drops off my lashes. Plus, she gave me Xanax – to keep me calm and to relax my face muscles.

The surgeon came in with a very low-key vibe, almost surfer-esque and reiterated that staying calm would make everything go much better.

Morgan: With protective hairnet and last time with glasses.

Surgery

The room was surrounded by windows on the front and sides, with 2 different laser/operating set-ups and carts of tools around the edges. Spot lights were on the ceiling and there were seats for my friend/driver to wait and watch from.

I got a big hug, took a deep breath, and entered the operating room.

The assistants directed me into the chair/bed with all the lights and lasers set up over it. I hugged Alfred to my left-side, out of the way, and held his hand with my right.

Step one was to slice open the lens of my eye.

They had me stare into a bright light, taped my lashes out of the way, and then they put something on the lens of my eye before they made the incision. I don’t know exactly what they did, (and I’m not going to look it up because the thought of it makes me want to panic), but it felt like a hard lens.

The lens for the right eye went in, it was uncomfortable, but I followed directions and concentrated on slow, deep breaths and not moving.

The left eye was not so cooperative. I think I heard the surgeon say, “Huh, your cornea’s a bit small but it’ll fit,” but mostly, I tried really, really hard to stay still and breath quietly.

The back of my head was chanting: Don’t move or you might go blind!

While the front of my head was going: I don’t want to do this any more, he’s really smooshing my eye. I don’t like this anymore! Why am I doing an elective surgery? Why did I ever think this was a good idea?!

Fortunately, that part lasted less than 15 seconds. Three slow breaths and the smooshing was done.

Step Two were the lasers.

As forewarned, they moved the bed over to the second station and the surgeon reassured me. “That was the hard part, nothing else will be that bad. The lasers are easy.”

And he was right.

I stared at a green little dot between two red dots, keeping my eyes as still as possible.

I remembered from remarking on it during my readiness check-up, that when they move the light closer, it feels like your eyes are drifting either up or down, but they aren’t. So, I didn’t panic when I was keeping my eyes on the green light but it felt like my eyes were moving.

I think there was a sensation? But mostly, I remember the smell – like using a curling iron a little too long and you scorch the hair a little. Plus, trying to forget that if I flinched, I could do serious damage to myself.

Each eye, once they were lined up and set, took less than 20 seconds.

As they finished with each eye, they peeled the tape gently off my lashes and just stuck it to my hairnet.

Then, it was done. Less than 10 minutes.

LASIK: Post-Surgery

They led me over to a chair, just on the other side of the wall from the observation chairs. I tapped at my driver and waved, then sank into the seat where I hugged Alfred pretty hard.

The surgeon said, “You can put down the–oh, that one’s yours.”

To which I replied, “Now’s when I really need him, with the adrenaline rush and the being able to move again. Now the panic’s setting in.”

He reminded me of my post-op care, escorted me to the door, and I was done.

With my post-op-sunglasses, I looked around in awe. It was like having contacts in, although I was very light sensitive.

About the time we made it to the highway, the numbing drops were starting to wear off. I just closed my eyes and hid from the sun for the 30 min drive.

Once home, I had a regiment of drops: antibiotics, steroids, and moisturizing drops (regular ones for while I was awake, gel ones for pre-nap/bedtime).

The doctor advised chilling the drops, but I’d asked his assistant about that before the surgery.

I don’t even like cold water!

When I’d taken the moisturizing and antibiotic drops pre-surgery, I’d already fought the urge to rub the bottle between my hands to make it closer to body temperature. She reassured me that it was just for comfort and that the drops were fine at room temperature.

I’m not gonna lie–the first round of drops stung a lot, and I asked myself yet again, why did I do this to myself! After waiting 3-5 minutes between drops, I finally got them all in and checked off on my chart. Stumbling up the stairs, I put on my sleep-goggles, carefully made sure I had a pillow behind my knees, and lay down on my back.

The assistant had mentioned during my surgery-prep that it was important not to put any pressure on the eyes or to touch them, especially for at least the first two days. But! If at all possible, it was best to sleep on the back and with the goggles for the first week. I want the best possible outcome, so I’ve been very, very careful.

Following surgical directions, I took my 3 hour nap, got up, and did another round of drops.

Morgan Collage: With sleep-goggles, post-op sunglasses, and no glasses

The First Day

The first day, steroid drops were hourly, the second day every other hour, and for the rest of the first week, meals and bedtime — just like the antibiotic drops.

The lubricating drops are every other hour for the first 2 weeks, and at least 4 times a day for the first 3 months.

Did I mention in the pre-surgery post that the tear ducts are connected to your sinuses? And thus you can taste the steroids about 5 minutes after you put in the drops. They suggest pressing on your tear ducts/bridge of your nose to keep the drops from draining too quickly, but you can’t hold them there forever. I’ve taken to keeping a box of tic tacs in the bag I carry my drops in.

TV wasn’t hard to watch. Reading was more of a challenge, although my computer screen was worse than my phone. (I’ve turned the brightness down on all my devices). After a bit of TV, I headed off to the mall (it was raining heavily) and got some walking in, and focusing on something further away than a phone or TV screen. I could read my phone, but it hurt my eyes to do it for too long.

The night-halos are as predicted, although I’ve been told they usually get better. Oncoming traffic has larger halos than the red back running lights. Break lights also get the halo.

LASIK – The Aftermath

The day after my surgery, I had a 10 am appointment to have my eyes checked and was declared to have 20:20 vision, just over 20 hours post-op.

They did mention there was some blood in my eyes around the incision site, but it should clear up. If not, I’d go back to the surgery suite, they’d fold back the lens, and just suction it out. (I REALLY hope it’s cleared up on its own, I haven’t seen any blood in the mirror.)

I took a 6 mile walk on a trail near my house. It had been raining earlier, and was heavily overcast – which was just perfect for my delicate eyes. I wanted to get the exercise and taking the long break from screens was really helpful. I needed a nap, though. Either the stress or the healing was exhausting.

I had the surgery on a Thursday and by Monday I was back in my office. It was a little bit of a struggle and I had to turn the brightness all the way down on my monitors, but no headache from that. My work laptop screen is a different story. (Or maybe it’s just because I logged onto it after a long day, when my eyes were already tired.)

1 week out, my eyes still tire easily–especially of screens. This is evidenced by mild headache and my eyes drifting out of focus on my computer screen. I find pressing my palms over my eyes very restive. I haven’t been able to edit much, but I did manage to squeeze in a scene.

My eyes still have edges that sting a little when I put in the drops. Hopefully that will be healed soon! Eyes shouldn’t have edges!

I think my eyes will continue to be a bit photo-sensitive for a while, so will continue wearing the post-op-sunglasses anytime I’m outside in full daylight for quite a while.

P.S Here’s an actual picture of those plastic blue glasses, 1/3rd the size of my face versus post-op Morgan:

Got any questions about LASIK that I didn’t cover?

Had LASIK? Feel free to share about your own experience!

Morgan’s LASIK Adventure When Morgan Got LASIK The Night Before Last Thursday started off with my meds and eye drops.

[j-philly-b]

OUaT - Thoughts on Proposals & Weddings

All hiatus long I’ve been thinking about the Captain Swan proposal spoiler. When I first started thinking about a CS proposal and wedding, I was wondering if anything could be extrapolated from the Snowing and Rumbelle proposal scenes to give a clue as to how a CS proposal might go down. It seemed a natural progression to also look at the Snowing and Rumbelle wedding scenes to see if anything could be taken from those scenes as well to predict what could happen in a Captain Swan wedding.  Now that we have a hint that that a CS wedding could happen this season as well, I decided to put everything down in one post and get it out there before it’s too late.

Two caveats before I start rambling on – First, Emma is A&E’s original princess, OUaT is her origin story and her journey to finding her happy ending by finding her family, her home, and her TL.  Because of that, I think it would make sense for Emma’s engagement and wedding to break the mold, if there is one, and have each of those occasions be something completely unique to her and Killian instead of a mirror or parallel the one that have come before. [Not that I’m letting that stop me from making this post!]  

Second, I’m using Snowing’s first wedding for the basis of this comparison/analysis because it is the one we were able to view in its entirety, and the more spiritual union versus the second, interrupted wedding, which seemed likely to have been performed more for the public.

Ok, now on with, well, with whatever this is…

 Summary of Analysis Applied to Emma & Killian:

The location of the proposal, whether the proposal itself is spontaneous or planned, should be some place that is symbolic of Emma and Killian’s power as a couple.  

The “ring” (i.e., the item exchanged at the moment of the proposal), I think, will be something that holds meaning to Killian, and something Emma already knows about and how much it means to him.  

The location of the wedding, again, whether the event is spontaneous or planned, should be somewhere that is symbolic of hope and restoration to both Emma and Killian.  

Finally, the person performing the ceremony should be someone whose persona represents the core value of Emma and Killian as a couple.

I.             The Proposal:

          a.    The Setting – Light versus Dark

Snowing – On the shore within sight of King George’s Castle

David brought Snow to that spot on the shore with the intention of proposing, it was a planned moment, done in a wide open/exposed location in daylight with nothing to hide behind even though they were each under threat of danger from King George and Regina.  Perhaps an act of defiance on both their parts, to demonstrate the fact that they are stronger together, especially where the proposal was immediately followed by Snow’s suggestion that they continue fighting against Regina and King George together.

Rumbelle – In Gold’s Pawn Shop

Gold was in his shop alone, having just hidden his dagger in his safe, with most of the lights off when Belle entered to return his (fake) dagger to him.  Regardless of the fact that it was the fake dagger, Gold was still clearly overwhelmed by her gesture of love and trust in him.  The gesture by Belle resulted in a spontaneous proposal with Gold (pretending/symbolically) surrendering his power to her.  The atmosphere created by the dark shop was almost claustrophobic and overshadowed by Gold hiding the true nature of the dagger from Belle.

The proposals side by side:

Analysis

In each instance the setting for the proposal was related to the seat of the couple’s kingdom – King George’s castle, which was eventually taken over by Snowing to continue the ongoing battle between Snowing and Regina; and Gold’s shop where he keeps all the powerful magical objects in his possession as well as all the non-magical items he is able to use to exert power over the citizens of SB.

*edited to correct the location of Snowing’s proposal; thanks to @daxx04  

           b.    The Ring – True versus False

Snowing –True Love’s Ring

It’s established very early on in 1x06 that the ring Ruth passes on to David is followed by True Love. And, as we all know, David’s refusal to give up that ring is the reason he and Snow met and went on their first adventure together.  There is no doubt that Snow is well aware of David’s connection to the ring, and the meaning behind it.  Finally, just before he proposes, when Snow asks David how he found her, he tells her that the ring led him to her and that he never wants the ring off her finger, perhaps meant as a physical reminder that he will always find her.

Rumbelle – The False Dagger

It is also established very early on that the DO dagger is a dark and powerful object, and that power is something Gold has a very hard time relinquishing.  Belle is more than aware of Gold’s struggle with power, although in S3 her belief in him to ultimately do the right thing was still strong leading her to return the dagger to him, not realizing, of course, that he already had his DO dagger safely locked away.  However, as mentioned above, it was her gesture and trust in him that cause Gold to propose on the spot by handing over the fake dagger and (falsely) placing his fate in her hands.

Analysis

Certainly, in each instance the “ring” is directly tied to the male half of the couple (honestly, the DO dagger is probably the best anti-TL ring the show could have come up with). However, the subterfuge in Gold using the fake dagger to propose while offering a heartfelt speech about trust undercut the sincerity of the moment; whereas David’s belief that the TL ring literally allowed him to find his other half represented a true connection.

   II.             The Wedding:

          a.    The Setting – Light versus Dark, Part 2

Snowing – Lake Nostos

Very similar to the setting of the proposal, despite the conspicuous lack of water, in that they were once again out in the open, nothing physically hanging over Snowing heads (seriously, pretty sure that arbor was over Lancelot’s head (and when the hell did they get the time to make that)), despite the fact that they were actively on the run from King George’s men and Ruth was on her death bed.  Most notably, the spontaneous wedding culminated in Ruth’s sacrifice to ensure that Snow would drink the last few drops of water from Lake Nostos to break King George’s curse.  

Rumbelle – The SB Wishing Well

While the planned, but apparently not publicized, Rumbelle wedding was held outside, it was done so at night in the SB forest next to the wishing well.  Although the towering trees in the background leant a cathedral-like feel to the setting, holding it in the forest at night also gave it the feeling of something being done undercover, hidden from others.

The weddings side by side:

Analysis:  

Here, what stood out to me was that in each instance the setting of the wedding was a place where something that had been thought lost had been returned to the couple.  For Snowing, Ruth’s sacrifice allowed Snow to drink the last of the water from Lake Nostos, breaking King George’s curse, restoring Snow’s ability to have children, and clearing the way for Emma’s birth. For Rumbelle, the well is where they were first reunited after the curse initially broke and where Gold brought magic to SB, restoring his own DO abilities.

            b.    The Attendants – Mother versus Father

Snowing - Mother’s Sacrifice

Ruth, David’s mother, the source of the TL ring, and whose willingness to sacrifice her life ensured that Snow would get the last of the waters of Lake Nostos and that Emma would be born. It was her imminent death that instigated the impromptu ceremony.

Rumbelle - Father’s Approval

Moe, Belle’s father, who made the initial deal with Rumple that lead to Belle offering herself as the price, and who gave his approval for their wedding in SB. He had nothing to say in the scene and only functioned to lead Belle through the woods and into the clearing.

Analysis:

In one instance, a mother, who previously said she had TL with her son, sacrificed her chance to cure the poison from the arrow so that her son and his TL could have a child and get their happy ending.  In the other, a father who in two separate worlds literally and symbolically handed his daughter over to the DO.

            c.     The Officiants – Love versus Conscience

Snowing – The Leviathan

Lancelot a/k/a the Leviathan, the son of the Lady of the Lake, a knight of the Round Table living in exile, a general for King George who gave Snow the cursed/poisoned water, and one half of one of the greatest romantic tragedies of all time.

Rumbelle – The Conscience

Archie Hopper a/k/a Jiminy Cricket, the conscience of the EF, and the (worst and only) SB psychiatrist.

Analysis:

Again, in each instance the officiant was more of a symbol related to the couple than actually important as an individual character. For Snowing, a symbol of a man who will do anything for love, even sacrifice a kingdom; and for Rumbelle, a symbol one’s conscience who is tellingly silent during the ceremony.

           d.    The Vows – Action versus Words

Snowing - Silence is golden

None, Lancelot did all the talking and it was about the Grail. [Yeah, let’s not go there in retrospect.]

Rumbelle - The lady doth protest too much

They each had a lot to say, but most of it had to do with Gold confessing to being an enemy of love and in awe of Belle being able to see the man behind the monster; and Belle realizing she hasn’t lost Gold over and over, but found him time and again believing the monster to be gone.

Analysis: 

I’ll be perfectly frank, I am not a fan of tv/movie/literary wedding vows, they never sound sincere to my ear, and that’s solely on me, not a quality of the writing at all.  So, in my mind, Rumbelle doth protest too much, in other words the abundance of vows on their part makes me doubt the credibility; contrasted by the complete lack of vows of Snowing, proving their intent by action and not words.

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Skull Island' Review: King Kong Kicks Butt In This Gorgeous Pulp Adventure | Forbes

Kong: Skull Island opens in North America on March 10, 2017 courtesy of (among others) Legendary and distributor Warner Bros./Time Warner Inc. The film, budgeted at around $185 million, is both the start of a would-be franchise and something of a backdoor pilot for what the Dream Factory hopes will be a cinematic universe involving the likes of King Kong, Godzilla and other famous beasties. We’re getting Godzilla: King of the Monsters (a sequel to the 2014 Godzilla) in 2019 and Kong vs. Godzilla in 2020. So as you can see, there is more at stake than a single movie.

That’s the inherent risk of this whole expanded universe game. Under normal circumstances, Kong would merely be responsible for making enough money and audience approval to justify its expenses further installments. But since it’s the backbone of an expanded universe, a responsibility that Godzilla did not share, it has the extra burden of justifying and creating excitement for what comes next. Once again, Mr. Kong, we ask too much of you.

The good news is that, should this film do well and get decent reviews, it will go that much further in dispelling the conventional wisdom that Warner Bros. is a house of horrors due to the ups and downs of DC Comics movies. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them earned $811 million worldwide and mostly positive reviews while The LEGO Batman Movie scored raves and solid box office. If the Skull Island is a well-received hit and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword avoids utter embarrassment, there is frankly only so much grief we can give the studio no matter how good or bad Wonder Woman and Justice League turn out to be.

The Review:

Kong: Skull Island is high-quality pulp fiction. The picture is a briskly paced and character-driven adventure that just happens to be a big-budget monster mash and part of a would-be cinematic universe. The film has a game cast amid stunning visuals and gorgeous cinematic sights. It may not be the eighth wonder of the world, but this King Kong revamp is often quite beautiful.

While the film is technically a prequel to the Gareth Edwards’ Godzilla, it stands entirely on its own in terms of content and visual style. The 2014 monster mash was a grim and foreboding affair, shrouded in darkness and mystery while offering the barest hint of humanity amid its jaw-dropping visuals. Skull Island goes almost the opposite route, plunging us immediately into the world of its quirky human characters and wasting little time giving us what we came to see and delivering most of its thrills in broad daylight.

Regarding cinematic foreplay, this is less Jaws and more The Host. While both styles have their merits, Dan Gilroy, Max Borenstein and John Gatins’ witty screenplay keeps us entertained and intrigued during the exposition and earns our investment in those who will soon fight for their lives. While I wouldn’t argue that this is a course correction, as Godzilla (which I didn't care for beyond the visuals) certainly had its merits and its fans, it is encouraging that the second film in this continuity can be so different regarding tone, focus and style. This is a possible signal that Legendary and Warner Bros.’ monster universe might well be filmmaker-driven.

While Godzilla was called “the first post-human blockbuster,” Kong: Skull Island is as much about watching the likes of John Goodman, Tom Hiddleston, Brie Larson and Samuel L. Jackson chew scenery as it is about King Kong and the various monsters of Skull Island. But fear not sports fans, you get a whole heaping of monster mash action throughout the 118 minutes. If you’ve managed to go this far without knowing too much, especially if you’ve avoided the most recent trailer (note: do not watch the final spoiler-filled trailer), I’ll try to be as vague as I can.

Set in 1973 as the Vietnam War winds to a close, the film follows a group of motley outsiders, including a discredited scientists (Goodman), a professional soldier (Hiddleston), a cynical war photographer (Larson), a geologist (Corey Hawkins), a biologist (Jing Tian) and the head of the chopper unit tasked with flying these folks into uncharted peril (Jackson). Goodman and friends are heading to Skull Island to conduct a land survey. Things almost immediately go to hell.

Shot by Larry Fong, the guy who almost had me giving Batman v Superman a positive review, this is an utterly beautiful motion picture. The naturalistic visuals, imbued with a particular hot orange vividness, gives the film an absolute authenticity of time and place and at least the appearance of realism even when we are clearly watching special effects. I saw this in glorious 2D, but I imagine it’s worth the IMAX 3D upgrade as the broad daylight action will probably survive any 3D glasses-related dimness.

And the title creature is a marvel, standing 100 feet tall and exuding animalistic menace no matter which side he’s fighting on at any given moment. His major introductory beat is a superb action sequence, even if it’s structured more for action-adventure thrills than horror or intensity. The film manages to humanize its main monster without being overly patronizing. This Kong is a protector of Skull Island. But if you get into his turf, he will bat you out of the sky without thinking twice.

Even after the monstrous stakes are established, there is still a relative focus on the humans attempting to survive and make it to a planned pick-up spot. Along the way, they stumble onto World War II soldier who has been living on the island for 30 years. Said MIA (John C. Reilly) provides comic relief, a surprising poignancy and plenty of exposition. Reilly quickly becomes Skull Island’s MVP.

Most of the survivors are focused on not dying, while Jackson allows his grief over first act casualties to turn him into a Captain Ahab figure. It’s an expected turn, but one which allows the survivors to have a conflict more potent than merely running away from scary monsters. The rest of his soldiers are slice-of-life characters, drawn just vividly enough so that you’ll briefly mourn when one of them cashes out.

Hiddleston is in full brooding rogue mode, even if he gets one moment of almost comical heroism. Goodman is superb, as always, although Booker and Tian fall back a bit once Reilly’s starts scene-stealing. Larson is fine, even if she is somewhat hobbled by being the only major female character. There are refreshingly few “beauty and the beast” interactions between the great ape and the empathetic photojournalist, which is a good thing since we're getting an actual Beauty and the Beast a week after this movie, but she doesn’t get much else to play in the film’s latter half.

The picture loses some of its character focus in the second act as certain characters split off from other characters, which leaves some of the more interesting folks out of sight and out of mind for a while. But the finale comes together in an exciting and satisfying fashion, delivering a climax that pays off the film’s Apocalypse Now and Moby Dick themes while providing the required monster mash action. And while there is less of a sense of awe to be found than Peter Jackson’s more overtly romantic take on this story, there are any number of gorgeous moments of vivid cinematic beauty and iconic imagery.

Kong: Skull Island is an action spectacular that offers large-scale monster mayhem, moments of cinematic poetry (like the grand moments of Kong standing tall amid the sun-drenched carnage) and memorable character work by a cast of overqualified thespians giving it their all. Skull Island is the very definition of a complete package. While the movie exists due to its IP and hopes for a larger cinematic universe, it justifies itself as high-quality popcorn entertainment and works as a piece of pop art unto itself.

While I admit will admit that the overall effect is less wondrous than the Naomi Watts/Adrien Brody/Jack Black fantasy, that’s also because movies like King Kong are a lot more commonplace than they were in 2005. Whether you prefer Peter Jackson’s epic romantic adventure or Jordan Vogt-Roberts’ lean and mean war story, they exist side by side along with the 1976 remake as artistically valid interpretations of the 1933 classic. Kong: Skull Island is a confident, pulpy, character-focused, big-scale adventure story that just happens to be a backdoor pilot for an expanded universe. That’s how it’s supposed to work.

P.S. Yes, there is a post-credits sequence, but it is terrible. It feels like it was shot during a lunch break and is not required viewing to understand Godzilla: King of the Monsters or the untitled Kong versus Godzilla movies. If you have to leave when the film ends, don’t feel too badly about it.

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‘I misplaced 8kg in 2 weeks on this food plan’

This story initially appeared on information.com.au and is republished right here with permission.

“How would you describe your health right now?” Dr Liu, a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, requested at our first assembly.

He was sitting behind a ravishing wood desk, in a big, mild and ethereal session room on the 101 Wellbeing Centre in Brisbane. I moved uncomfortably in my chair, tears started to pool in my eyes, I cleared my throat and with a slight tremble in my voice, I informed him the reality; “I haven’t felt ‘well’ in more than a decade”.

Perhaps it was that desperation that made me do it; my need to really feel properly once more after a few years spent battling auto-immune illness. A wrestle that continues at present.

But I’d be mendacity if I didn’t admit it was additionally this system’s promise of speedy weight reduction that sparked my curiosity. Blowing out my thyroid final yr triggered my physique to blow out too.

While I’m working my means again to regular, the prospect of dashing up that course of was too attractive to move up. No doubt I additionally needed to show to myself I may “achieve” one thing once more with regards to wellness, after the ups and downs of the previous yr.

These are my very private causes for accepting an invite to strive the 101 Wellbeing Program for 2 weeks. Is this system excessive? Some say it’s. It is mainstream? Absolutely not. Is it for you? That’s one thing it’s best to seek the advice of your doctor about. This is just my very own expertise.

Picture: Supplied. Skye tried the 101 Wellbeing Program.Source:BodyAndSoul

The 101 Wellbeing Program

It was some years in the past that I first heard concerning the 101 Wellbeing Program. I used to be ready for an acupuncture appointment at Dr Liu’s clinic in Sydney’s Bondi Junction once I noticed numerous folks coming into the clinic, gathering a bag from the entrance counter and promptly leaving once more.

I couldn’t assist myself and requested 1 lady what was within the thriller bag. She confirmed me the herbs and summarised this system saying, “It’s expensive, but it works”.

That’s precisely how information of Dr Liu’s program has unfold amongst internal Sydney circles for years. You gained’t discover flashy banners or infomercials promoting it, Dr Liu’s clientele comes largely from referrals by previous sufferers, amongst them celebrities and high-profile figures together with Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull who reportedly misplaced 14 kilos following the plan.

Weight loss versus wellbeing

With sufferers sometimes dropping between 5 to eight kilos within the first 2 weeks, the load loss ingredient is undoubtedly a lovely facet impact of this system, however Dr Liu stresses weight reduction isn’t the entire story.

101 Wellbeing is about serving to folks to stay past 100 years previous. It’s about longevity; “designed for people who have a gap between their current health and optimal health,” he explains.

Despite the restrictions of this system itself, Dr Liu says it’s about serving to folks to realize extra stability of their each day life as soon as they’re again in their very own routine to allow them to result in an extended, more healthy life; “The idea is every single person should have the chance to pass away naturally, not from disease and sickness,” he says.

My expertise of 2 weeks with out meals

The program has 3 phases; Cleanse and Release, Repair and Recover and Whole Body Recalibration. The time spent in every of the phases is determined by the clinic’s evaluation of you and your well being wants.

Generally, the minimal time spent on the entire program is 4 to six weeks. For many, it’s 12 weeks. I used to be invited to strive the preliminary 2 week Cleanse and Repair section; arguably the hardest as additionally it is the fasting and cleaning section. The size of this section varies for every individual; some will solely have to quick for five days, others for 3 weeks.

During the two-week program, I used to be given 3 sachets of liquid herbs to drink every day. I used to be additionally allowed to drink as a lot nonetheless water and pure black tea as I favored. That was it. I couldn’t eat any meals in any respect. I used to be informed the natural combination would goal my liver and kidneys — which may clarify the overwhelming bitterness of the herbs.

The first few days I struggled to get the herbs down however by the top of the fortnight I had change into an knowledgeable at guzzling the thick, black combination at lightning velocity.

Each morning I additionally went to the Brisbane clinic for a therapy with my practitioner, David. The therapies included Tui Na (therapeutic massage), acupuncture and on a couple of events, cupping.

Picture: Supplied. Skye skilled cupping as a part of the 101 Wellbeing Program.Source:BodyAndSoul

Each day, I used to be additionally weighed.

While the clinic is clear and quiet with gentle lighting and music taking part in, this isn’t a day spa. I turned more and more delicate to the acupuncture needles (at the same time as somebody who has acupuncture therapies commonly). But I regularly managed the ache and even started to nap in the course of the therapies.

Mentally, day one of many quick was the hardest. My thoughts was chaotic. Feelings and feelings swirled. As a self-confessed espresso addict, I used to be fighting withdrawal from caffeine and my head was pounding. On day 2 the headache continued and I used to be overcome with fatigue. I used to be positively swimming in self pity.

On day 3 issues obtained attention-grabbing. A peaceful washed over me, an intense calm. I started to actually reconnect with my physique. It went past starvation: Sounds had been extra intense, I reacted with robust emotion to music, I turned aware of my surrounds; the folks, the smells, and daylight.

I joked with my husband that I had lastly change into Superwoman, simply as I had at all times deliberate. I sat nonetheless with out fidgeting in the course of the day and after sinking into the mattress every evening, I slept extra deeply than I had in a really very long time. My thoughts was clearer and I turned much less reactive.

Interestingly, I used to be reminded of my emotional connection to meals too. My husband had a well being scare whereas travelling within the United States, in the course of the first week of the quick. It was a terrifying time and with my feelings peaked my ideas ran to meals for consolation. While I didn’t indulge them, it was fascinating to look at these emotions and that sample resurface.

Socially, it felt safer to change into a recluse in an effort to keep away from the temptation (and torture) of being round folks and all of their scrumptious meals. I solely left the home as soon as a day to purchase an overpriced take away black tea from an area espresso store, including a modest slice of normality to my day.

Leading as much as the quick, I had pictures of myself sprawled out in mattress in the course of the day, unable to maneuver from utter exhaustion. It was fairly a dramatic scene in my thoughts. In actuality, that wasn’t the case in any respect; I labored full days, albeit at a a lot slower tempo; my power remained regular, aside from 1 night once I climbed into mattress, largely out of boredom.

Daydreaming about meals turned my new occupation. It occupied my thoughts and my time for big elements of the day. I’d discover myself consumed by meals movies hitting my Facebook feed.

Initially, I simply stopped to look at them as they handed amid a sea of child photographs and standing updates. Soon I used to be actively in search of meals accounts, changing into utterly absorbed by their mouth-watering creations.

Picture: Supplied. The tea concoction Skye drank.Source:BodyAndSoul

I discovered myself bingeing on Netflix 1 night too; watching the complete season of Chef’s Table in a single sitting.

Awkwardly, I then started asking my husband to explain his meals to me intimately.

The bodily cravings had been fascinating as properly. The first day it was a inexperienced apple (and I don’t even eat apples) however for the remainder of the quick I solely had 1 dish on my thoughts. It wasn’t chocolate, pasta, wine or something super-indulgent, only a easy breakfast of eggs on toast.

During the each day weigh-ins I turned more and more impatient for the numbers to fall. Despite David’s reassurance, I started to sigh with disappointment every time. I may see how this might simply change into an obsession and I shortly understood the significance of each day monitoring throughout these first 2 weeks of this system.

They had been as a lot concerning the particular person’s psychological well being as their bodily progress.

My smile was a mile vast on finishing this system. I used to be filled with power. Losing eight kilos in 14 days proved that my physique is extra dynamic than maybe I’ve been giving it credit score for.

But it was overcoming the psychological problem that was by far essentially the most rewarding half for me, and a strong private reminder that maybe I had been craving greater than any connoisseur meal (and even these scrumptious eggs on toast).

This is my private account of the 101 Wellbeing Program. Consult your individual doctor earlier than enterprise this therapy. The medical data on this article isn’t for use or relied on for any diagnostic or therapy functions. This data isn’t meant to be affected person schooling, doesn’t create any patient-physician relationship, and shouldn’t be used as an alternative choice to skilled analysis and therapy.

Skye is the founder and editor-in-chief of The Fit Traveller. Follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

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