I Think It’s Also Worth Mentioning If Any Of Yall Have Had Medical Professionals As Parents There’s

You know, I remember as a child, everyone made a big deal over security blankets and things during like, puberty and stuff. I still don’t know why. I never grew out of taking my blanket with me around the house, (never will) and when I go over to peoples houses. I have my favorite ones. They’re soft. It’s comforting to be Surrounded by soft. I’m not going to use your cold ass duvet that has the texture of a swimsuit. I’m going to cocoon myself in my silky soft polyester blankie that traps heat really well and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.

I will wrap myself up in it and walk around like I am royalty, and this is my cloak. I will have my cereal while sitting wrapped like a mummy. I will roam wherever I please with my blanket used as hood as though I am but a lonely, nameless traveler.

Suck my dick. Cry about it, if you need to. It’s literally a non issue. Just let people have their comfort items, and whoever wrote that in my puberty book or whatever saying you should slowly get rid of those comfort items in some twisted right of passage fashion is an asshole.

In hindsight, that book gave shitty advice. Good thing I disregarded most of it aside from the hygiene portion.

Go see a doctor if you can, you’re like one of my favorite artists.

I would be very upset if you couldn’t draw because of this, and I’m sure you’d be too. Go get that looked at if you haven’t already, pain traveling is not a good sign. Hoping you’re alright peri. :( keep us posted friend.

Hello everyone, unfortunately it seems the problem i had in my right side is spreading, my left has started to hurt as well (arms & legs) . I am not sure what is happening, or what is going to happen.

Typing is also quite hard as you may imagine and i am writing this with my phone on a pillow in my lap because my arms don't have the strength to hold themselves.

My health isn't quite good to begin with but i never had problems like this that quite literally made me unable to function. They never concerned movement...

This pain seems quite ominous and i really hope i am overreacting and it will be solved soon, but... Yea i kept joking about this to keep it lighthearted for myself as well but i don't have it quite in me anymore.

Gentle reminder that when I say something isn’t my best work, it’s because my art brain does fantastic sketches in like grayscale or whatever that are usually extremely messy- the example I’m about to show is like, on its third or fourth clean up sketch- but the MINUTE I go to render it my art stops arting. Shading with colors? Who? Never met them.

And it’s painful because I was a color pencil artist WHO FUCKING KILLS IT with a set of prismacolors by the way, always have, but I try to absolutely murder the render and;

It become soup. I don’t know what happens to my concept of dimension the minute I render but something happens because as much as I want to make this sketch into a finished piece, the minute I try it’s going to look like soup. So I’m just gonna stop touching it.

Lmk if anyone else has this problem or how to solve it, cause….

I do not appreciate the soup.

Oh GOD I got fire.

Yikes. Now it REALLY depends on the situation. Kind fitting though. Was always told I’m a bit of a spitfire/firecracker

You discover that you have control over a certain thing, as determined by spinning this wheel. We're talking full-on magical girl/superhero/supervillain/your label of choice control.

Me when my psychiatrist (who knows my diagnosises and history with my freaking godawful ADHD and other issues) fucking double booked herself (I assume) and cancelled my perfectly timed appointment the day of, and now I have to self medicate with fujkinf coffee so I don’t get a massive headache while I try to (and fail at) studying the day before an important college exam and a shift at work so I can ration my last pill for tomorrow:

Note:

This appointment was scheduled three months in advance. And now my mouth feels yucky :(

I felt that queen

worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

Sure sure.

Where to start though?

I have an astigmatism that’s been present since I was a very young child, it set me back developmentally in every way, as you can imagine, and they didn’t catch it the first time they did the elementary annuals in like, kindergarten. Because I started bawling during the exam. Full on, Pearl Fey admitting her guilt levels of bawling. Little baby me had the epiphany that I was SUPPOSED to be able to read the little letters, and was very distraught. The test administrators dismissed this as me being scared of the equipment, so they let me go without a proper exam. (New flash, I was not, actually, scared of the machines at all. Because I couldn’t fucking tell what they were.)

My astigmatism continued undiagnosed for like another grade, and I was practically illiterate (because it was actually like a 6 or a 7 in one eye, and then a 5 in opposite direction the other so I’m technically both farsighted and nearsighted, lmfao get owned optometrists) till they did it again and realized it was absolutely atrocious.

That led to me needing to travel for at least an hour to find an optometrist who had equipment that was small enough for a 6-7 year old. The first one we tried couldn’t get the lenses stand low enough to give me a proper prescription, and the seat could t get any higher. (Thank you shitty early 2000’s medicine, not accounting for pediatric cases)

They told me I might be able to get lasik to fix it when I was much older. I went in for a check up at nineteen, and asked about that promising technology, and despite drastic improvements in my astigmatism (at least one of my eyes should qualify assuming it was a treatable type, and I didn’t have an extremely rare kind of astigmatism). They took one look at my chart and looked at me and said “lasik is not an option for you.” So I guess I have some really rare astigmatism that science still can’t effectively treat.

My prescription is still not able to be made into contacts either, so- yknow it’s bad.

My lenses were so thick they’ve actually broken the frames I picked out within a week of having them once.

I must simply be an enigma to medical professionals everywhere.

On the bright side, I’ve always donated my lenses so kids my age at the time with my same issues would at least have glasses.

I also ate grass and a flower once as a child. Yes I know what the flower is now, no, it wouldn’t have done anything at all, but probably don’t go testing if random lawn flowers are edible.

I’ve chewed on pine needles before. They taste like… well, they taste like pine-nuts. But leafy. And cellulose-y

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If you had a nose that could pick up on delicate chemical trails, I bet you’d be huffing on things too.

God only knows I would. I’d be huffing the hell out of a dark chocolate bar. Fuck yeah. Extend the experience.

animals are quite funny.. you show them a Thing and theyre like "ok i will Sniff this"..

Get that better life for your kids, escape that abusive partner, seek amnesty from war in a different country, GET THAT BREAD, GO GET EM TIGER.

i LOVE illegal immigration ❤️

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