My partner is experiencing having mental clarity for the first time she can remember after starting a trial of meds based on a recent ADHD diagnosis. This is a good thing and I’m very happy for her.
Woohoo!!! Love hearing about mental health (and other health) improvements 😁
Mickey wishes you all a great day!
Wishing Mickey a great day too, filled with naps and snuggles!
Both looking comfy!
Went out and got a cheap laptop for TAFE. Super easy, barely an inconvenience.
Got a coffee for a treat as well :3
Nice Ryan reference there.
I’m gonna need you get alllllllll the way off my back about this haha
I think this is one of the best - https://youtu.be/OEaSnmf1JwY?si=dXNkSOBTs_TGGy9b
Hope you got more than just one of those shitty HP Stream’s.
It’s a HP, but not a stream, ew haha
Chromebook?
F me, was that the name of those CHEAP shit 200 dollar ones in the electric blue back in… wanna say 2016? 2018? Man I have PTSD about those things.
Yep.
Holy fuck it’s cold. Getting out of bed at 2 degrees sucks even if you’re working from home lol Have a great day everyone ❤️
3 here apparently. 12 inside
3 here (or there) felt like 2. All I know was I went 😬 when I opened the front door.
And today’s the early day as well, though the easiest of shifts.
Going to bed now even though I know I probably won’t fall asleep until like 11. Bed too comfy looking I been fantasising all day about climbing back in. Will put a solid dent into my current audiobook: 11.22.63, which has been excellent so far
I saw the series with James Franco, it’s a totes awesome story 👍
So fucking tired urgh
light dinner then early night
Agreed. Heading to bed now. Goodnight ❤️
On ya gibsonator
I’d like to report an update…
Chook’s flight feathers have definitely grown back. He just zoomed around my head
Well this is fun. We have an intruder at my worksite and we’re under lockdown now.
Well I’m in my car at the moment and no one’s allowed entry I presume until they resolve this.
Depending on the nature of the worksite, that’s a pretty risky move by the intruder! My workplace is mostly occupied by menopausal women with sharp objects.
Well mine is a female dominated industry but it wasn’t that this time.
Just an update though, the situation is now resolved and we’re allowed to come back on site. Everyone is safe and ok and unharmed.
I was waiting to see a new psychologist at a place in sunshine once, and all of a sudden this dude came in, yelled at the receptionist, then started throwing things. It was kind of morbidly hilarious, because they had some sort of roller shutter system on the reception window (which was already that Perspex crap with the little paper tray gap thing) that they deployed as soon as he started trying to break things, all the keycard door things started flashing red, alarms started going off, and all the staff ran away from the reception. Meanwhile I was just sitting there with bins and bags flying past my head “um, hello? Anyone?”
Not knocking the reception staff, but in hindsight it makes me laugh how they all ran away so quickly. It was almost comical how quickly it all happened. I didn’t get to see the aftermath, because after about a minute of old mate throwing things around, the psychologist I was seeing came out and took me to the psych rooms as if it was business as usual. Frequent flyer, I’m guessing
They should have taken you with them into lockdown, at least that’s the procedure for me normally at work.
In my opinion you shouldn’t have been left behind alone with that person and exposed to potential danger but I’m not sure if their protocols includes taking in patients into lockdown.
ok dudes, I’m off for a walk in the park and a little shopping , later 😘
It’s become apparent to me some of my problems at work are coming from my manager’s poor communication skills.
It’s time to move on in my own terms before that decision is made for me.
The fake audience/cheering on the triathlon is so cringe. It’s looping over and over again – the race will take nearly two hours.
I wish they’d stop talking.
Why are they using tinned audience?
Literally just for excitement reasons, they need audio for the wide shots and stretches where the crowd is a bit thinner. It does make sense – nothing wrong with sweetening the broadcast a bit – but they could use a longer loop!
I remember during covid they used it for the AFL.
To be honest I don’t know what was worse. A bad looping audio crowd with someone shouting something obnoxious that got replayed repeatedly or an empty soulless stadium.
Empty soulless was DEEPLY upsetting!!!
Welcome to the Daily Chair. All the tacks are out now, all approx 200. I’ve tidied the work area and am ready to attach the linings, the springs then the padding and covers. Yay.
I have also been buying some tapestry fabrics to make some scatter cushions, 2 big cushions for the big chairs, and two smaller ones for the dining captain chairs.
here are some of the components . I have to staple and sew it all into something resembling a functional supporting seat. There’s the wood frame, the webbing, springs, lining fabric and the cover . That grey stuff is the original kapok chair stuffing
Turning all those bits into a functional chair seems like basically witchcraft. I am very impressed.
What is a dining captain chair?
I was told that the two armchair dining chairs in a set of dining chairs were called the carver as it was the meat carvers chair. So maybe the main dining chair?
I want to be a captain meat carver so bad I can taste it
yes, the two end carvers
How did you get into this hobby? It is the most admirable.
Found this Maggie in our front yard just now, and I’m not sure if there’s something wrong with it or not. It’s not at all scared of us, and I got quite close (<1m) with no reaction. It’s eaten a few salada crumbs and had a drink, but does look a bit bunched, and is just staying in the yard. Is it worth calling wildlife rescue? OH thinks we should leave it and see how it goes.
Leave and see how it goes. If it’s still there tomorrow, then maybe call rescue. This is early pairing up season for maggies, so it might just have been tossed out of the parental nest/territory.
Turns out it’s missing its tail. I did end up calling and they suggested catching it and taking it to the vet, but it wasn’t having any of that and is now on the neighbour’s roof. I’ll keep an eye on it and leave food & water out. Hope it’s ok, poor thing.
might be a strange question, but any time I figure out something about myself mental health wise its almost always a “Oh shit. Its THAT easy?” kind of thing. It always seems SO obvious in retrospect! Curious to see if anyone else has the same thing happen to them.
For example: if you’re always telling mates to take a deep breath have a sit and let things come to them, then you go and actually do it yourself and you’re like “fuck, that was the key all along?!”
@TinyBreak @Seagoon_ This probably isn’t quite what you’re looking for, but it does involve a phobia.
I’m a little scared of heights, and a lot scared of falling off ladders.
The last place I lived was an old cream-brick 1960s-ish flat. It had really high ceilings, with that “popcorn” (possibly asbestos?) texture.
I was living there by myself.
One day, the light bulb in the living room blew.
This ceiling was high — I could just barely reach it from the second- or third-top rung (and I wasn’t game to go any higher).
The light had one of those glass covers that had a screw in the middle, and then a couple of hooks on either side. After about 50-odd years, it was well and truly rusted and didn’t want to budge.
Well.
After two goes, taking around half an hour each time, I finally managed to get the bloody cover off.
Then another 30 minutes to get the old bulb out.
Then another 30 minutes to get the new globe in.
After spending around two hours — basically the best part of a Saturday afternoon — trying to change one light globe, I was done. The cover can wait for another day.
Unfortunately, a few weeks later, I got a notice that the real estate agents wanted to do an inspection. The joys of renting!
That weekend, I asked wifey to come over (we hadn’t moved in together yet) and help put the cover on.
Ladder out. Clip. Clip. Clip. Screw.
She had the cover back on in, like, two minutes, tops.
I think I might have actually said something along the lines of: “Shit — it’s that easy?”
The moral of the story?
Find a handywoman, move in with her, and get wifey to do it 😁
The whole diet and exercise thing for me, as in healthy body-healthy mind. Having to exercise in order to get energy sounds like a ridiculous contradiction until you do it and feel it.
Exercising to increase energy levels is all that for me. I’m feeling sluggish and tired lately because I haven’t been exercising. To get more energy I’m going to have to expend some. Sounds wacky.
I know what you mean. It’s kind of an epiphany. There’s a big difference between logically knowing something, and integrating it in your life.
All the time. Only realised this with diet and exercise just recently.
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Melbcat didn’t eat her meal and spat out her syringed meds this morning - right down the inside of my sleeve! Thankfully she’s finished her antibiotics but she still needs her pain meds.
hugs to Melbcat
-hugs-
Hugs to you both.
@melbaboutown @Seagoon_ Poor Melbcat, hope she gets better soon.
And I don’t envy you, especially if you had to feed her the tablets.
One of ours went to the vet recently and was given antibiotics.
Within a day or so, she figured out the signs and began hiding in a cupboard as soon as either of us opened the drawer where they were kept. Or she heard the pill bottle open.
It then took bogh my partner and I to hold her down while feeding her the tablet.
Melbcat knows what an oral syringe is and has formed a negative association with the phrase “uh oh spaghettio’s”
@melbaboutown Haha
Yeah, they’re good at figuring out the hooman’s schemes.
With Miss Mimi, we couldn’t crush up her tablets and hide them in her food because one of our other babies likes indulging in other people’s meals.
We tried these meat-flavoured pill pockets. She got wise to them within a day. She got good at eating the pockets and spitting out the tablet.
We tried this contraption that flings the tablet down her throat. She got wise to that.
We tried crushing the tablet, mixing it with water, and syringing it. She got wise to that.
We tried hiding the medicines in different places. She came to recognise the sound of the bottle opening.
We tried giving the tablets in different places.
We tried all the things. At best, they worked for a day.
At worst, she bit wifey’s finger accidentally.
Most of the time, we thought she took the tablet, only for her to spit it out later.
The joys of having a sick cat…
