Magnus is sad and that is not a thing the world should ever see. Luckily we can comfort ourselves with the knowledge that this morning Magnus reached out. He told the boys in the group message (that Even is now a part of btw) that he was hurting. And every single one of them dropped their plans and headed down to Magnus’s place for an intensive round of comforting. Even and Isak had reservations at a nice lunch restaurant, but nah. Magnus is more important than that. So they all head over– Even and Isak bring the beer, Jonas grabs the weed, and Mahdi empties the store of every comfort food he has EVER seen in a chick flick movie. And they converge on Magnus, swarming him like little baby ducks. And Magnus is both surprised and not (surprised because what friends actually do this, but not because his friends. he has never doubted his friends and never will.)
So Isak revs up the the 5th fast and furious movie (because its the one with like 0 romance) and they all chat and scream and drink and smoke their way through it. And whenever Magnus gets sad or off for a second, Mahdi is crawling on him and grabbing his attention with some dumb story. And Isak is in the background, texting sporadically updates from Sana that he knows he can trust. So at the end of the movie, before they gear up to play Fifa, Isak pulls Magnus aside and tells him that he should trust Vilde. And give her a chance to explain herself. And when Magnus shrugs, Isak is like, if you can’t trust her right now, trust me until you can her again.
i got my muscovy duck as a complete surprise and it has been the most stressful year of my life.
i had to get him a flockmate because he never shut up and was lonely always and ducks need a constant companion, i had to scramble to find food and dishes he could use, to find suitable bedding, to find shelter for him and his brother when they moved outside (and it’s still terrible, but theyre not gonna get eaten). their food is expensive. their housing is expensive. the water bill? fucked. bedding? hoo boy. do u know how much 14 pound ducks shit?
and no other traditional easter animal is much different.
rabbits? need toys, hay, room to run and play, cables need to be protected from their chewing, they need friends, they cant be around cats, shit a lot.
chicks? loud. shit a lot. need flockmates, need secure outdoor housing when grown, need bedding.
and a lot of people arent willing to do this for their animals, which means a lot of ducks, and chicks, and rabbits end up abandoned after easter.
Listen my little chicks, my ducks, my darlings: Tumblr mom is fine. This is my life and I am used to it. Admitedly still going through the seven stages of grief over donuts, but that’s to be expected.
The reason I have been talking about this so much and so openly is not because things are worse, but because I have been told by several (hundred) people that it has helped them not only realize the nameless thing they have been suffering with their whole life and just thought was normal for them was actually an allergy, but also from other people with long term illnesses who didn’t realize the corelation between their chronic illness and food intolerances/issues–and neither did their doctors.
I’ve had people telling me that they recognized their own symptoms in the things I talk about, take themselves off to an allergist and find out, oh hey, I’m actually allergic to XYZ and it’s impacting my health I should stop doing that. I’ve had people thanking me cause they didn’t realize the synthetic scent in their gods damned fabric softener was triggering an allergy which manifested in anxiety attacks. I’ve had people tell me they didn’t realize the chemical dye/bleach in their menstrual products were actually the cause of excess discomfort at their time of the month and since switching to the brands I recommend, have had not only less skin irritations, but less infections like thrush and bv. I had someone tell me they figured out their kid wasn’t allergic to their dog but the egg used in the dog’s food brand, so everytime the kid got licked they’d break out in hives. They got to keep their dog, just swapped out the food brand.
I get people telling me on a consistent near daily basis, that me just talking about all this shit, has helped them feel less isolated, less alone with their problems which no one else seems to inderstand. Not even doctors. And I get that, because up until very recently, I also felt the same way. Sometimes I still do.
So if me bitching and griping about being allergic to things like potassium sorbate and trying to explain over and over that yes it is possible to have a rice intolerance, helps people?–I’m gonna keep talking about it.
This has been my life for a while now. Admitedly the last six weeks was awful because I caught that super virus bullshit that wrecked my system. But this? All this food stuff? Has been going on for years . I’m just finally getting a confirmed diagnosis from medical professionals because my symptoms got too bad to ignore.
Now, that said, there will be some people who don’t want to see all this. I get it, shits depressing yo, and you just clicked here for the vampire nipples. In that case I have a tag which I have been using for the last two years which is #chronic health tag. Blacklist it, you won’t see anymore of my posts about health. Everyone’s happy.
And I do mean happy, because as much as all this sucks I’ve got new answers to fit into the puzzle pieces of my health, and there’s a chance that one of these days I might just get to see the whole picture instead of just the corner pieces. And that’s good enough incentive for me to keep going.
So please, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be fine. One of these days, it’s all gonna be fine.
Watching; it’s been too long. 1) Missing my Harry on the other side of the continent. 2) Wondering if it’s finally okay to go complete Sally Albright in my wardrobe again. My hair kinda goes that way anyway. 3) Realizing I’ve been waiting decades for someone to run through the streets for me. 4) “All this time I’ve been saying that he didn’t want to get married. But the truth is he didn’t want to marry me.”