Funnily enough I was concerned about only my smells, I still have my wonderful husband sniff me if I’m unsure whether I warrant a shower. I’m more concerned about eating spoiled food, so he’ll smell that for me as well. I guess I was also unconsciously banking on him being our gas / fire detector. And now I sound like a racoon, never showering, eating garbage, living in squalor.
Yeah I’m not 100% and it was unsettling how down I was getting about it. My boss still can’t taste red meat 2 years later…I need to taste tomatoes again, they are my favorite. I hope your smell continues to return and you are fully recovered!
After my ability to smell and taste were completely gone for 2 months I got bummed out enough to try smell training. I didn’t buy the expensive kits, but did find strongly scented aromatherapy wax sticks that I sniff every day. If nothing else, going from “these all smell like nothing” to “oh that IS lemongrass or ginger” definitely brightened my mood. It’s been 6 months now and I still can’t taste tomato or smell lavender, but can now easily detect things like nail polish remover and eucalyptus oil. It’s weird to take a strong whiff of rubbing alcohol and not notice a single thing. Good luck!
The Broken Earth series, Enders game series (the first 5 books about Ender), American Gods, An Absolutely Remarkable Thing and the follow up A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor, The Kingkiller Chronicle (we’ve been waiting 10+ yrs for the final book 3, some folks are pretty irked atp, but it will be ok). If you want YA beach reading, anything by Seanan McGuire / Mira Grant for easy fun books about fairies, cryptids, and zombies.
I have coined the term hifellowkidsing when I struggle and fail to relate to teens. As in “I heard the neighbor kid loudly bumping what sounded like Eminem so I totally hifellowkidsed him and asked whether or not it was. He rolled his eyes and ignored me”. My only comfort is I was a horrible snot at that age, so I have karmically earned every belabored sigh and humiliated grimace.
Hey I asked this a while ago elsewhere but can’t find the reply. Does anyone know when our target closes? It’s a holiday here.
This weekend I halved and scored an eggplant, rubbed the cut sides with harissa and grilled. It was inedibly hot. Cheers!
My unasked for opinion on the word “normies” - there are some real weirdies out there that got wires crossed and they sure don’t revel in their undesired uniqueness. People who can’t sleep for more than 5 minutes spans (she exists), folks sexually attracted to shoe horns, bros who can’t feel pain and burn their hands touching the stove. Be happy most everything ended up where it should and working reasonably well - it’s not a badge of honor to be an anamoulos fringe anything. I imagine it is painful and assume very lonely. Also there is nothing more fucking pedestrian than feeling uniquely misunderstood and alone. THAT is some normie shit.
Thank you, I feel very good about my chances this go around. I’m sober because I’m a better person when I don’t drink. Up until now, I also very purposefully surrounded myself with high risk drinkers, so I knew I would not have any friends going on this journey with me.
Drinking, finally for good I hope! I’m 3.8 years in. I first blacked out at 12 and was drinking liquor regularly by 14 so booze was my way of life. I can’t socialize very well as I am naturally super awkward then never honed my “don’t be super weird” skills, but I’m finally free to live my life how I want!
If everyday anomalies and unanswered questions don’t drive you a little batty, your willful ignorance will start to become annoying.
But all the pages are 72. And your whole experience is also being described in real time on another page 72 elsewhere. 72s all the way down friend.
Since the green isn’t labelled “yes you can” I stopped reading…
Unfortunately work me will say whatever my coworker needs to hear to get quick, accurate replies, save anything prejudice or cruel. Did my agnostic ass happily discuss dyeing Easter eggs with an old white dude who Teamsed me “happy Easter if that’s even acceptable anymore”? Praise your white American Jesus you know I did.
Ooh what about pretopia and it can go either way? Regardless I hear you.
YES THIS! I’ve been saying over and over since 2016 - I read almost exclusively dystopic sci-fi and many books have a point where the reader thinks “run this is getting too bad it is the time to go”. I’m thinking specifically when June has no money in her bank account (yes it’s a tinge too late even then). So I’ve been trying to figure out when that point in our story will be and last year decided it is id Trump is elected again. We are a lost country and evil has won at that point.
Same! “Supports care” would have been an easier concept, though a little different from “opposes ban” I guess…
I’d like it if anyone convicted of fraud / criminal deceit / murder could never be president, but as our nation’s common sense appears to have withered and died, the intent would eventually be twisted to suit some nefarious purpose.
When my angel of a tee totaling mother who would cry from the stress of working unpaid OT, making every family member custom holiday sweatshirts, or hosting other little girl’s birthday parties at their lazy mother’s request, died rather quickly from a brain tumor after her quack therapist ignored her months of aphasia. Selflessness guarantees nothing.
I love self checkout. From my decades of cash register experience I can tell you, your soul begins to leave your body standing still for hours doing the same repetitive mindless task. It is not a job most want nor honestly should do. I really can’t fathom the folks who prefer waiting in line for one bored af human to do a task they could easily do themselves. A good company would find other things for their employees to do or (this would never happen) pay them more per hour to work fewer hours totaling the same weekly check. I feel only the elderly, overburdened, and incapable should use a cashier. If you got 2 available, working hands and can twist at the waist - get to scanning!!