Something something they’ll just have another one 🤮

Thanks for the explanation! TBH it sounds like something that I would hate and find a bunch of extra work, but I can see why other people would like it and find it useful.

Yeah pretty much. I have a couple fleece blankets of varying thicknesses and a couple that are knitted with yarn.

I sleep best when I’m cold so I try to keep my house cold (summer months I just deal) and instead of a single warm cover on my bed I have multiple throw blankets. It’s not aesthetically pleasing but then I can cover up with as many blankets as my body wants and I can also layer where I’m cold. Some nights I have 5 blankets over my upper body and head and my legs are completely uncovered and sometimes my feet are freezing and the rest of me is fine.

It’s stuff like this that makes me both relieved and slightly ashamed that I’m in my 30s and still don’t know quite what a duvet is.

I had major surgery last summer. I was told full recovery was about an 8 month process and I read a lot of people online saying they didn’t feel fully recovered for a year afterwards. I wasn’t allowed to do any exercise except walking for 2 months following the surgery, but was told to walk as much as possible to help recovery. I started a little too soon, I was told to wait at least a week but was out hobbling very short distances around my neighborhood by day 3 because I was coughing a lot and was afraid of getting pneumonia and I’m also terrified of blood clots. By 10 days I was walking a few miles every day and after a few weeks I started doing gentle hikes. I felt pretty much 90% back to normal by about 2 months, which was when I was allowed to go back to work, and by 2 1/2 to 3 months I felt completely recovered and back to normal.

I want to complain too. I slacked off the last 2-3 weeks and went to the gym less often. I’ve still been far more active in these past 2-3 weeks than I was even a year ago and still got several hours of exercise each week, but I’ve not been as active as I’ve been the past few months. I can’t believe how shitty I’ve felt the last few days. Time to stop being lazy and get my ass back in gear.

I feel better in my mid-30s than my mid-20s. Less aches and pains, and I feel like I recover from injuries quicker. I eat better and go to the gym regularly. I also was finally able to find a doctor to help me get some chronic health issues under control (ironically I had to get old enough that they stopped telling me I was too young to have the issues I was having and started being willing to treat them) and I’m no longer in an unhealthy relationship. Less stress + better health + better habits = feeling younger.

I’m not familiar with In-N-Out, but I would honestly be ok with this if it meant that in 2016 they weren’t paying a living wage and now they are.

I know that’s probably just wishful thinking though.

It didn’t turn into a fight, we both thought it was hilarious. He was like wait, is it really purple, then we both laughed about it a bunch and I looked up the color blind tests with the numbers hidden in colored dots and he realized that he could see the numbers in most of them but there were a few that he had to ask me if there really was anything there or if it was just plain dots to mess with people. Afterwards there were times he would start arguing with me about colors again and I’d make a comment about my grey sweater and then we’d both just end up laughing.

My ex used to argue with me about colors all the time. It was odd. Then one day he told me he really liked my grey sweater. I was like I don’t own a grey sweater. He said yes you do, and pulled it out of my drawer. It was my light purple sweater. That’s how we found out he was slightly color blind.

I had a TENs machine. I also have endometriosis (after suffering for over 20 years found a surgeon willing to do surgery, gods bless her for giving me a chance to live). When I was still with my ex I used it as a simulator to try to show him what my pain felt like. He was on the floor screaming and couldn’t straighten his legs or stand up because of the pain and I was just standing there chilling and hadn’t even hit the lowest threshold of my normal everyday pain limit, let alone the pain I felt when I had my period. I was like now do you understand why I’m exhausted and depressed all the time and hate my life?

Dang, that’s rough. It sucks that neighbors can really affect your quality of life so much. My first apartment was great the first 2 years and then I had an unemployed couple move in below me and all they did 24/7 was sit outside under my windows and heat/ac unit and smoke and it filled my apartment with smoke (I’m really sensitive to smoke and get horrible migraines from it), talk loudly, and have really loud sex at all hours of the day (which was amusing but obnoxious). Shortly after they moved in another couple moved into the apartment that had a balcony adjoining ours and they were potheads who were too lazy to take their dog out to use the toilet, so they just let it out onto the balcony to go right onto the floor. It smelled so bad we couldn’t use ours anymore or open the door to it. I was so grateful when my lease was over and I could GTFO. My neighbors in my current apartment are fantastic and I’m in terror of the day one of them moves. As a long time night shifter sometimes I’m worried that I’m the loud one, I try to be quiet but I’m just nocturnal by nature and I’m on the top floor.

Sound can also travel very oddly. I grew up in a house where my sibling’s bedroom was between my bedroom and my parent’s bedroom. I could have the radio on in my bedroom and turn the volume down so low that you couldn’t make out individual words if you were standing a few feet in front of the radio, and you couldn’t hear it at all in the hallway or my sibling’s room, but somehow in my parent’s room it was obnoxiously loud. I remember one time I had it on just loud enough to hear my music in my room and I went to my parent’s room to talk to them and almost had to yell to be heard over it. I had to use headphones all the time and I couldn’t have private conversations in my bedroom if I didn’t want my parents to hear.

How dare someone who is dying of cancer and is too sick to work anymore get free Netflix! They can work for it like everyone else! I’m not subsidizing their Netflix /s