I went past one in operation outside whilst walking. And for me, in that moment, the leaf blower was just background noise.WFTW.UPDATE: It's underground frog season. The backyard is roaring with their sex-shouting. I stood right over a hidden seducer—which is apparently down a wet hole—and it was so loud my eardrums rang.And I was okay.
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It wasn't my wee and I didn't notice until I saw the dribble on the seat where I did not go and felt the damp of where it went on me.I had a shower.Still, at least that's something unusual I can go with the next time someone asks what I've been up to.
We were watching a movie where the Hulk pounded the Asgard out of Thor. theboy thought Thor dead and cried.I didn't leave the room but I did sit there on the cusp of fight flight because the sound of distress is a trigger when you have PTSD. He stopped crying—Thor is just sore—but that's what it is to live with a psychological injury; even your child's distress can distress you.
One of the techniques I use to battle the sads is with battle music; anthems that give both joy and a feeling of "to the barricades!"After recent unpleasantness I needed some epic basting to counter the dark menace of looming anxiety so I queued up song after song of epic power as a reminder that I did that and that I survived it.The "to the barricades!" mix:“I Love It” by Icona Pop“
My PTSD flared with anxiety, bad dreams, bad guts and body pain the result.My body gave a howling no but I gritted teeth and pushed forward to get some needed nasty work done.Now all I hope is that my body and brain knows it's over—stupid subconscious and its impact on the body prime.That's what it is to live with a psychological injury; normal seeming tasks come littered with psychological mines that can shred the psyche on detonation.
Showbags are an Ozzer institution—I still remember my fucking awesome Batman™ showbag from the Royal Easter Show circa '80; and that's the Adam West version of BM and, like Roger Moore as Bond, the best actor to have done that gig.theboy wants to get an Assassins Creed™ showbag ...
I am older than Homer and my son is younger than Bart. But I spent the day being portly and bald and he spent the day in a light red shirt and blue shorts.The similarities were freakish.
"Get your chew fish if you're going to masticate."
The black cat was on my lap when a bolt of lightning struck close by. I had a moment to register the flash before the thunder peal shocked through us.The cat was startled and fled and in the process dug in its claws for her thunder-stricken panic leap.