I can’t be the only one who keeps a pee bottle by the bed? I’m convinced tripping over the dog on the way to the bathroom was to be my death otherwise
I have a motion activated light mounted under my bed to prevent the dog tripping situation. If I didn’t my solution would definitely not be a pee bottle, but you do you.
Pee bottle is nasty. And I say that as someone that uses one when I go camping. But that’s only because I hate getting up and leaving the tent in the middle of the night.
You sleeping in the cab of a semi truck?
Pee bottle is gross but it is also still a fair amount of labor and trouble. Just sleep in the tub imo.
You just could be.
I start out a feeling a bit tired, but by the end of the day, I have a ton of energy.
Whats the conversion rate from USD to dignity?
A lecture by Ben Finegold does the trick for me!
IDK
A good nights sleep? Priceless.
FYP for myself
Me: Hey, it’s been 30 days. I should check the status of my SS benefit application.
Me: (logged into myaccount) Nothing here. Is Elon fucking shit up?
SSA: (fine print) The 30 days is just an estimate.
Me: Hmm. I thought it was law. (sign out)
SSA: (less than hour later) Here’s an email. You have a new message in myaccount!
Me: You’re not fooling me, if I log back in you’re probably just going to tell me there’s a delay.
Fun thread, share yours here.
If I feel a bad sneeze coming on. I audibly say “Oh shit,” and brace for impact. It’s especially fun when I’m in public and the sneeze doesn’t come.
recently found out i inherited my father’s autosomal dominant muscular dystrophy (limb girdle subtype). kinda known and suspected for years now but lately symptoms have got so obvious and everything else has been ruled out ive had to come out publicly with it. its more of an annoyance than anything, most affected are my hip and hip flexors which makes me wobbly and prone to tripping, makes getting up from sitting kinda difficult, and other random stuff is hard like bending over to pick something up. its now spread to my shoulders, or started to, and within ten years or so i likely wont be able to raise my hand above my shoulder. my most pressing concern right now is making enough money to hire live in help for the years where self care is too difficult to maintain myself (kinda getting there already). there’s no cure or treatment, not even a real doctor you can go to, good news is this type progresses extremely slowly. in a wheelchair before im 60 but after that i dont think it gets much worse. the primary miserable symptom atm is it is starting to affect the muscles in my throat which can make swallowing and eating really difficult but it’s not constant.
I walk around with a cane now and i think thats the most frustrating part - I’m still athletic and dont technically “need” it to ambulate, it just makes me much less tired at the end of a day and helps balance. it’s extremely difficult to explain to people that arent used to seeing me with a cane and im still trying to figure that part out. people are incredibly rude. pros - people for the most part get the fuck out of your way when you have a cane. It’s also a nice self defense tool. when I was recovering from my surgery and had a physically aggro neighbor i learned a bunch of funny stuff you can do with one. i call it cane kwon do.
Just own it:
I have very little, if any, filter when I speak - it’s very difficult to be presented with a q from someone Ive known a while (and maybe should know enough about me not to ask) “what happened?” without giving way too much info or not enough to understand. you’ll get jokes about “faking” and stuff, because yea, I don’t “need” it, it’s just way easier and more comfortable for me to use it. And far ruder questions sometimes, like, “whats wrong with you?” where I barely can resist the impulse to tell someone to go fuck themselves. I know they arent being malicious, I just dont think people realize how insulting stuff like that is. On the opposite side - people that go overly out of their way to help you with things is also extremely irritating. I’m not a complete invalid, that stuff tends to make me feel worse - if I need help I’ll ask, that kind of thing.
My grandfather was a drum major in college. When he had a cane in his old age, he would show off to my brother and I by twirling it like a baton.
Mine was out for a month from spending too much time (about 10 minutes) bending over a low table to work on a Christmas jigsaw puzzle at work.