Oooh last one, proper medication. Fuck, my SSRIs are kicking in and it is SO GOOD. I can actually do stuff without then needing to hermit for 80 hrs.
It has now become a ritual that after I take my medication, I go to my housemate (who works in a mental health setting) and say, “I’m med compliant! Praise me!” Then she says yaaaay in a cute happy voice and gives me a little applause. It’s silly and friendly and makes me remember to take my pills more reliably. Positive reinforcement is amazing, y’all.
Friendly Tractor Uncle plowed me out, so getting to work tomorrow morning will be much less of a hassle. Less shovelling at 6 in the morning, woo!
My brain skipped a word and it highly changed the meaning of your sentence. This, in turn, made me giggle.
There's a new Asian grocery store near my university and that means I can easily pick up specialty ingredients while I'm at school! Today I just got some basics: lap cheong, kamaboko, instant dashi, and fresh ramen noodles.
And it's only now I realize I'd misparsed on top of dropping a word, and read "Friendly Uncle Tractor" (which sounds like an adorable name for a snowplow) and not "Friendly Tractor Uncle" (which doesn't). This is still only, like, the second or third worst misreading of today. >.<
Tiny victory tonight. Background: I've been struggling with an eating disorder since around 2013. One of my best friends had to watch me go through the entire thing and not be able to do anything because when anyone tried to help me I cut them out of my life. He kind of dropped off the face of the earth six months ago and I've only seen him a couple times tonight. Since then, I've started getting help and recovering from ED, putting on weight, eating when I'm hungry, good stuff. Tonight I saw him for the first time in about a month and got to tell him that. It was a good moment.
