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Bought a decorative barometer for my office in a fit of ADHD-must-buy-something boredom.
Thanks to decorative barometer, I start to realize that my migraines seem to be triggered more by high pressure than low, which is opposite how it works for a lot of people.
Winter rolls around.
My office is cold.
Put space heater in office and curtain over office door to heat office but not the whole apartment, but also allow the cats easy access to their litterbox.
Discover that this configuration SIGNIFICANTLY drops the pressure in my office compared to the rest of the apartment, no matter what the weather is doing.
Realize I have turned my office into something of an anti-migraine or at least migraine-reduction box.
Celebrate?
Today is the first day I’ve really been able to test this system out, despite suspecting it for a couple weeks. I woke up with a migraine that has gotten progressively worse throughout the day, but I have been working in the livingroom rather than the office because I needed more room.
Finally the migraine got to the point I couldn’t really work anymore, and the Ibuprofen wasn’t doing shit, so I wandered back into my office and turned on the space heater to drop the pressure so I could see what would happen.
It got better within MINUTES.
It is far from gone, but I no longer feel like I’m getting stabbed in the head either, so. I’m calling it a win. And I’m just gonna…nap on the floor now or something.
Update: after about 45 minutes of sitting in the migraine-reduction box, my migraine is about 75% gone.
Neat.
Guess I live here now.
Second update: left migraine reduction box for dinner. Migraine did not return.
Can’t afford to go see a doctor right now, but I can’t wait to rock up at some point and be like “okay, listen, I have created a magic box within my home and INSIDE the box I do not get migraines and can in fact end migraines. Let’s discuss.”
Evening dress made of pattern-woven light blue silk damask with motifs of lilies of the valley and leaves, decorated with wavy pleated silk borders, pearl borders and pearl embroidered flowers with large pearl pendants, 1860s.
Gothenburg City Museum
I am a grownup and I can receive professional critiques without taking personal offense
Do any of u have decent recipes that are like 5 ingredients (not including spices) and take 45 mins or less to prepare i gotta stop eating sandwiches for dinner
this recipe for gogumabap (sweet potato and rice) saved my life when i couldn’t eat hardly anything for a long time. the recipe itself calls for a heavy bottomed pot but you can absolutely use a rice cooker and put the rice and diced sweet potato in together and just let the machine do its thing
Time for me to beat my little clown drum again for Indian-ish by Priya Krishna, aka The Easiest Recipes I Have Ever Fucking Made. Dal that takes 15 minutes. Easy aloo gobhi. Easy saag feta. Buy. Cook. Eat.
Boil a big handful of gnocchi according to instructions (usually 2-3 minutes).
While it’s boiling, tear up two big handfuls of spinach and put it in a Tupperware with a lid along with a tablespoon of butter, about half a cup of shakey cheese, and spices - salt, onion powder, garlic powder, herbs de Provence, idk.
Drain the gnocchi but don’t shake it a lot, just drain it and toss it into the container.
Chuck a handful of shredded mozzarella in if you want.
Put the lid on the Tupperware.
Shake the shit out of it. No, a little bit more.
Eat the wilted spinach, gnocchi, and the cheese sauce made by the pasta water, butter, and shakey cheese. Enjoy your protein, carbs, and greens that you spent less than 5m making.
driving in the city is all about using your maximum amount of brain power to avoid a vehicular manslaughter charge while seemingly everyone else around you has made it their holy mission to get hit by your car
walking in the city requires you to develop extrasensory perception and prey-like reaction speeds to avoid shattering every bone in your body while every driver is trying to mario kart spin boost off your sternum in order to get to the next red light 0.2 seconds faster
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it’s a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I’m working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it’s okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I’m failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I’m doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it’s such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you’re right and you should say it.
The term and concept of “rent lowering gunshots” has seeped into my mental vocabulary, and I’ve welcomed it there. Something I’m up to is gross and weird? Good, keeps the rent low. Keeps judgy people out. Post weird shit on your blog, do weird shit to your hair, be as fucky as your heart ever wants to be. If you’re not the one making the profit, make yourself unprofitable. The aposematism of brightly coloured creatures is there to warn predators, not friends.
You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
ALT
