grateful recovering

I send my mum funny memes when she's in the other room and wait for her to burst out laughing. Then I hear her walking towards my room and she opens my door and continues laughing, then we end up talking for hours. When I'm home, this is literally what happens most evenings lol. I almost lost my mum 4 years ago to cancer. I'm so grateful she's recovered and I'm inspired by her new lifestyle. She's been my best friend since I first started speaking.
The Lord of the Wedding Rings: The Return of the King - iguana’s 2017 HELLsinki Worlds recap

This is it guys, the last big competition before the Olympics. So much potential for great skates, great disasters and great distress; this competition did not fail to deliver. Nor did the announcers, who were screaming out names and scores as if it were a wrestling match. And it was, in one way or another. Albeit a sparklier one. For a brief couple of days, we thought Javier Fernandez was gonna win his 3rd consecutive World title and I almost had those memes ready but at the same time I knew coming from behind like a wrecking ball was Yuzuru Hanyu’s specialty. To nobody’s surprise Evgenia Medvedeva broke a record; to everyone’s surprise, she only broke it in the long program. Meanwhile, Wenjing Sui and Cong Han’s blues for koolk brought the pairs crown back to China and Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir purple rained on Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron’s parade. Let’s start the recap!

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I don’t know if the requests are open are not. If not, please ignore. But you know how in Danganronpa 2 there was something called the “Despair Fever? ” How do you think the NDRV3 boys would react if their S/O had caught it? Sorry if it seems like a stupid idea. But if you do write headcannons for it, thank you! And good luck with the page! <3

Thank you so much!!

This is a very interesting idea! I literally made up almost every single disease the s/o catches, so I hope this is what you want!

Excuse the awful disease names

-Mod Kaito

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Don’t think about the fact that the Garrison were absolutely going to keep Shiro a prisoner in their base. bc they already told the world the Kerberos craft crashed because of a piloting error and no one survived. They can absolutely not just announce the pilot is alive and back on Earth. 

Don’t think about the fact that Shiro would have escaped the prison and gladiator ring of the Galra. Escaped being their toy and experiment only to be imprisoned and undoubtedly tested on, to be treated just as alien as the tech fused to his body, by his own people and home planet. 

Don’t think about the fact that Shiro fled to earth hoping to be free, to see his family and friends again and to forget the horrors he faced. Only to hear that they all thought he was dead and had probably mourned and moved on. To hear that he can’t see them ever again. 

Do not think about what little hope Shiro have being crushed by the people he once trusted and served. Because when their ship was attacked and their crew abducted, the Garrison threw him under the bus and covered everything up. Because the Garrison is a shady organization and Shiro is coming to realize they treat their people no better than the Galra did. 
Don’t think of Shiro wasting away in a tiny room, a hollowed out version of what he used to be and withering away. Not receiving the emotional support or care he’d need for a healthy recovery and dealing with his conflicting emotions and thoughts about himself and his arm and everything he has to slowly remember on his own.

Do not think about what would have happened if Shiro had not of been rescued by Keith and the others. 

Recovery=Blessings

It continues to amaze me how rewarding sobriety is. Just when I think I couldn’t possibly get any more grateful, I find another reason to be glad I’m sober and my gratefulness continues to increase.

RECOVERY REQUIRES WORK BUT THE PAY IS INCREDIBLE!! STAY STRONG AND DONT GIVE UP!

Somebody Waits For You ( 1 / 2 )

A very Merry Christmas to my CS Secret Santa giftee, @once-uponacaptain! I set out to write you a quick combined coffee shop/bookstore AU. Things got slightly out of hand, and this is what happened instead. I really hope you enjoy it anyway! LOL. It’s been lovely messaging with you the last few weeks and getting to know more about you. I hope you and your family have a wonderful, worshipful holiday season!

Find it on AO3.

Summary:  After years trying to make things work with a bad boyfriend/business partner, Emma Swan abandons New York for a fresh start in Boston with her son, looking for a way to live her life and run her coffee shop on her own terms. Enter Killian Jones, the pretty perfect owner of the bookstore next door who’s just the man to help her do it. But even the perfect guy can be haunted by his past, and the events of the Christmas season help reveal that maybe it’s not so much about her needing him as about them needing each other. (Captain Swan/Captain Cobra modern AU, coffee shop AU, bookstore AU, Christmas fic. Angst & Romance/Fluff. Rated G.)




The electronic chime signals the opening of the front door of Horizon Bound, and Killian looks up from the inventory order list on his computer screen to greet the person who has just entered his bookstore.  Correction: people. The pair to grace his threshold consists of a young adolescent boy with a head of shaggy brown hair and an eager smile and – Killian’s lips part involuntarily – a stunning young woman with thick, blonde tresses hanging in gentle waves to the middle of her back, an athletic figure obvious beneath her tank top, and the face of an angel.  Wow.  His usual call of hello completely forgotten, he stares just long enough to warrant embarrassment before he catches himself and tries, at least, to affect his most debonair smile.  

The boy, dressed in shorts and a well-loved Star Wars tee, trots straight up to the counter.  “Hi!”

The woman remains a step behind, her hands tucked into the back pockets of dark blue skinny jeans, and Killian dares to meet her gaze.  Oh.  Her large eyes are grayish green, the color of a forest in the morning mist, and they sparkle in a warm, if slightly anxious silent greeting.  It’s a Herculean task for Killian to tear his attention away from her and focus on the boy with a friendly nod.  “Hello, lad.  Welcome.”

The boy beams, eagerly leaning forward on the counter on his elbows.  “I’m Henry,” he announces sunnily.  “This is my mom.  We’re your new neighbors.”

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Lots of frayed nerves over the last couple of weeks. My family in the Bahamas and Miami are safe. I heard from the Ambassador of the Bahamas to the United Nations who gave me a full report. My friend who lost everything in Hurricane Hector is recovering and grateful to the outpouring of love and support. I think her meeting @beyonce helped a lot. The Dr.and his family that rescued her has opened their home to her indefinitely. I still have not heard from my friend in #KeyBiscayne , so still saying a prayer she is ok.
#beyonce #houston #beygood #producer #Operasinger #opera #trailblazer #entrepreneur #businesswoman #classical #operaluscious #TV #radio #podcast #aka #alphakappaalpha #followme #whereoperameetslifestyle #Themezzomaven

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It’s been a couple weeks since I started this massive pain-fest Korrasami fic, and I really needed to wrap it up and stop tormenting myself with feels every time I open the document. 

I didn’t even feel like editing it or anything, so it’s probably a mess. I’m so lazy. I’m sorry. School work has begun to swamp me already this year. I finished writing this fic instead of reading many, many textbook pages I should have been reading for class tomorrow. So I don’t have the time or energy to edit this.

Either way, I genuinely hope you enjoy it. I know a lot of my followers were looking forward to it, and hopefully it lives up to your expectations. 

I’m only posting it here, but if by popular demand, a few people ask me to post it on Fanfiction.net so you can read it there, I will post it there. I say this because I rarely use my account there anymore, and am too lazy to log in and post it. But if you ask me to, I will post it there so you can favorite it on there. 

This fic was inspired by that terrible season finale. It’s told in the days between the end battle and the final scene, the two weeks of Asami taking care of Korra.

Without further ado, enjoy! 

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Had a pretty busy week with work and gym but I had a huge night at the clubs last night and now its time to recover 👌
Grateful for all my blessings tonight

Showering While Ill: Beyond Simple Fatigue

Many who experience fatigue as part of a chronic illness or terminal illness, and have dared to express the extent of their fatigue, have been told “Everyone gets tired” -the subtext there being “So stop complaining.”

Everyone does get tired. But the tired a healthy person occasionally experiences -while unpleasant, certainly- is in no way comparable to the fatigue a person with a chronic or terminal illness experiences everyday. It is crushing. And part of the crushing is that you know you will probably always be this fatigued. No amount of sleep or rest will ever dissipate the fatigue -and your illness likely makes even a decent night of sleep elusive. Knowing you will always be crushed by fatigue adds another layer to that fatigue.

To illustrate the point, I’ll take just one of the Activities of Daily Living as an example of how illness can make basic, everyday activities that healthy people can take for granted extremely difficult or impossible: showering.

Catchy and to the point, but the fatigue of chronic and terminal illness goes so much deeper than this implies. It’s not just the fatigue of the shower itself, it’s all of the things we have to spend our little energy on to make showering possible -if it is possible.

I could range much further than the topic of the difficulties of showering and bathing and hygiene, and describe the many ways illness makes the Activities of Daily Living a monumental struggle of epic proportions, but I’ll stick with it for this list of examples, written in the spirit of the above picture:


*If you don’t have to plan for a shower days in advance and recover for days after, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you don’t have to plan your nutrition, hydration, and medication intake Just Right so that they help you and don’t impede your shower attempt -if you don’t have to think about how nutrition, hydration, and medication affect showering- you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you don’t have to have help to shower, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you don’t need assistive devices to shower -if you don’t need a shower chair, or to sit or lie on the shower floor, or rails to keep you from slipping, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you have never been forced to go weeks or months or years without a shower because you needed to preserve that energy just to survive, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to choose between showering and eating for the day, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to keep silent instead of saying “Thank you, I love you” to your spouse for helping you shower because the effort of speech would use the energy you need to shower, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to spend days preparing to shower, then rest all the day of the planned shower, trying to get the energy to shower, and still been unable to shower, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to feel the film and itchy grime of dirt build up on your skin day after day, if you’ve never had to let your hair get so oily it could stand on end, if you’ve never had to sit or lie in your own filth because of illness, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to cover your feeding tube, or central line, or deaccess that line, or had to forgo showering because the risk of infecting your tube or line was too great to even attempt a shower, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never passed out or collapsed and hurt yourself in the shower, if you don’t have to have someone help you get in and out of the shower and stay with you during because -even seated or supine- you can still pass out and hurt yourself, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to face the reality that you can’t both shower and care for your young child in the same day -not just at the same time: it’s a choice between using your energy for the day to shower or to care for your child- you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to take an uncomfortably cold shower because just the heat of the water can trigger syncope, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never been exhausted by a bedside sponge bath, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to wait all day for a CNA to come to your home or room in an assisted living facility to help you shower, only to be too tired to shower by the time the CNA arrived, you don’t understand this fatigue.

*If you’ve never had to crawl out of the tub or shower and lie on the floor for hours before being able to dry and dress yourself -even with help- you don’t understand this fatigue.


Not everyone with a chronic or terminal illness experiences every one of these, but we each experience at least a few, and one is too many.

Those of you who may have experienced some of these due to a temporary illness or injury, please remember what that was like 1) so you can be grateful that you recovered and that this is no longer something you need worry about, and 2) so you will be empathic and compassionate towards those of us for whom these struggles are a daily reality.

Similarly, those of you who have never experienced anything like the above, be grateful for your good fortune, and be empathic and compassionate towards those of us who are not as fortunate.

While writing this list was exhausting, it is far from exhaustive. From your experience as a patient or caregiver/carer, what would you add?