It was the laundry door and my right big toe. Because the door is higher for the tile floor it got about a third of the way onto the toe before the door stopped.It was a reverse toe stub in that the object hit the toe than the toe hit the object but fuck me it hurt the same. The light was off when it happened.
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Being parents in the industrialised West we imbibe McDonald's—typically it's received via drive-thru after a late-afternoon event. theboy gets the happy meal and in one of those meals they were handing out Mr. Men books (which do include women; but it's like a Smurfette situation in that character universe).We got double copies of Mr.
When a relative stayed did a "dollar shop" secret Santa for each other and I got the relative; she received a pair of ceramic frogs in a from behind embrace Dirty Dancing scene.I got a solar powered novelty Jesus that rocks back and forth (or "waves"). I have it on my bookshelf but where it's positioned the light shaft lasts but a couple of hours.
I love feeding the chickens Pringles but I like to make it interesting for them—making it fun gives them pride of effort. Of late I've been throwing them onto the gray roof of the projected section of the old hutch—within an easy hop but out of immediate view. With my jittery hands and the wind I get about one in three Pringles to land. Initially I clicked my fingers and chanted "up!" in an excited manner and that seemed to work until it didn't work at all.
In the infamously awesome Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series there is a bowl of petunias which was initially a nuclear missile but was turned into a bowl by the starship Heart of Gold using its probability field and the bowl's only thought as it plunged to the planet's surface is "oh no, not again". Later the line is explained by the fact that the spirit or soul of whatever it was in the bowl ends up in the bodies of creatures that have been killed by Arthur Dent—who activated the ship
Thanks to my jittery hands—from injury and PTSD and meds V the effects of each—and fingers that spring open of their own accord I have difficulty with handling objects; the smaller and more fiddly the greater the difficulty. Sometimes my son will chuck a challenge at me like a peeling the wrapper from a Chuba Chub. I call these moments "adventures with everyday objects" in that I get to have these adventures with everyday objects: will he pick it up it? can he even hold it?
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, has two states—constant and acute. The first is anxiety with physical expression such as hand tremour or a mental state of agitation. The acute is the severe anxiety attack with tunnel vision, panic along with crying and overwhelming dread.One aspect common to sufferers is the sudden and or unpleasant noise scenario—which afflicts both states; it makes the constant worse and the likelihood of an acute moment triggering higher.
"MMMBop" by Hanson.The other day I was playing happy music and accidentally lapsed into angry oratory in the middle of "MMMBop".And it didn't sound half-bad, either, with the song neatly backing the yelling. If I can rage orate to "MMMBop" then I can probably do that to any form of music. Anyway, "MMMBop".
I've put elastic bands from a sushi boxes on my wrists. I always know they're there because the sensation is not pleasant (but not painful).But it takes my mind off picking at my face and if I feel the need to do something at my body I can rub the bands against my stomach.
"Hey Hey Bad News" by Bad News.Fun memory—listening to this on CD in my room as an adult (i.e.