Random Rants LXXXIX: I HATE MOVING!

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I ate grilled cheese and it made me ill.

Grilled cheese is also what I was eating when I first got sick at the beginning of August. Maybe my brain's associated it with that. I've had the constituent parts in other meals in the past week and been okay.

Sad, because it was the first grilled cheese I liked from a restaurant. They're usually garbo. This was a "sweet and sour chicken grilled cheese," and it delivered. The end result is unfortunate.

Also, my back and shoulders are killing me from the new bed. I'm trying to convince myself it's just because my body is no longer compensating for a broken mattress and is slowly correcting itself.
 
Decades? Dang, I believe any decent cat can get you the fix. They are touchy, lovely, purry, fluffy, perhaps they are even better company than some human you know.

But you need to learn when your touch is not welcome because if you are oblivious to that they can become very mean to you.
I read an article earlier today about pet adoptions being up since the pandemic was declared. People are substituting dogs and cats for human companionship.

If you're normally a dog or cat person, there's nothing wrong with that. What concerns me is if people who aren't normally the sort to commit to 15 years (on average) of living with and caring for a domestic animal just go out and buy one and discover it's more work than they thought and the animal might not be as enthusiastic about the arrangement, the animal will end up surrendered or abandoned.

That said, Maddy has saved my sanity, in spite of her acting up during the past weeks (my stress over this move is getting to her, as is the fact that every day she realizes something else isn't where it used to be). We have lots of hugs and cuddles. Right now she's snoozing under one of the newly-washed sheets on my bed.
 
Since little I close to cats, I cannot fight the tendency of me talkimg with cats till now, like mad man. Every cat in my neighborhood pretty much free to approach my house to chilk out and eat, 4-5 of them always fought with me whenever I enter my house want to enter together with me. Whenever I'm estrange or new in a neighborhood, I always adopt a stray cat with me. They are a company for me, my personal life hack lol
 
I ate grilled cheese and it made me ill.

Grilled cheese is also what I was eating when I first got sick at the beginning of August. Maybe my brain's associated it with that. I've had the constituent parts in other meals in the past week and been okay.

Sad, because it was the first grilled cheese I liked from a restaurant. They're usually garbo. This was a "sweet and sour chicken grilled cheese," and it delivered. The end result is unfortunate.

Also, my back and shoulders are killing me from the new bed. I'm trying to convince myself it's just because my body is no longer compensating for a broken mattress and is slowly correcting itself.
Try a different cheese, a different bred and different oil.

Add a slice of tomato or pieces of artichoke hearts.
 
Nobody said it's easy.
But if you really don't want it... I guess you'll manage?
You can't say that you don't want X, but then yourself not do something about it :dunno:.

wow thanks i'm cured

This is also not exactly an average situation, right?
I would also expect now (but my expectations might be warped) that many people will know that autistic people don't like touching. Saying something about it should then resolve most situations, no?

A lot of us aren't always comfortable telling people we're on the spectrum, and we're used to constantly trying to conform to rules that don't make sense to us or we'll get yelled at and it's really not that big a deal so we'll just put up with it. And, speaking for myself, I'm just... not a very confrontational person IRL and I'm really bad at being assertive or standing up for myself, and I imagine lots of other autistic people are similar.

Sure, many people would understand if we said something, but many really wouldn't, so why risk that they're in the second category when you can just try to convince yourself it's not a big deal even though you're uncomfortable, because that's easier than fighting for yourself over it?

Real touch starvation is hell. It becomes sinister, too, as you stop noticing it after a while. Until you get a non-clinical or accidental touch, and the walls come crumbling down immediately. Years without intimate physical contact are outright harmful to your longevity and well-being.

I'm in this post and I don't like it

Oh! I didn't know you're autistic.

Kinda surprised you've never seen me mention that before, this is hardly the first time I've mentioned it.
 
So Canada went ahead and will ban all single-use plastics starting next year. Including straws. If I end up choking to death on a paper straw I trust some of you will write sternly lettered words to Trudeau. :cringe:
 
<Submits September Losses Report for distribution approval>

Management Guy: "You need to verify your numbers with Adam and Tao."

Me (thinking): Those guys verify their numbers with me!

<Screams inside my head>

This is humiliating :(

So Canada went ahead and will ban all single-use plastics starting next year. Including straws. If I end up choking to death on a paper straw I trust some of you will write sternly lettered words to Trudeau. :cringe:
I'm so sorry @aimeeandbeatles :( I'm sure this is going to affect my baby brother too, who relies on straws.
 
If you're normally a dog or cat person, there's nothing wrong with that. What concerns me is if people who aren't normally the sort to commit to 15 years (on average) of living with and caring for a domestic animal just go out and buy one and discover it's more work than they thought and the animal might not be as enthusiastic about the arrangement, the animal will end up surrendered or abandoned.

in Vancouver, they're looking into banning "no-pets" clauses in leases, because so many pets were getting abandoned at shelters because otherwise the owners couldn't get anyplace to live. :(
 
I could have sworn we shook hands last time we met :confused:

Or do you mean that kind of touch...
I really struggle to view hand-shaking as an intimate touch, but this may be my internal bias and aversion. It seems like a fairly routine/rudimentary physical touch that is simply coded as "the social norm." Intent behind the touch, surprisingly, actually matters, as does cultural tradition. Since we're in a culture where you shake hands with even those you despise, even an intended-warmly handshake probably doesn't register as such unless the person offering it is highly touch-averse.

Try a different cheese, a different bred and different oil.

That's what I did this time, actually. I would've made it at home but all the stuff I have on-hand is the exact same as what I used before. My usual go-to is a Kraft single, white Wonder bread, and mayo as the replacement for butter.

The one from the restaurant had real cheddar, in-house baked bread, and canola oil. The chicken was the same chicken they use for their pulled chicken rice bowl, which I've had a couple times since leaving the hospital without any particular problem.

Maybe the oil. :dunno: The only fatty thing I've had since the hospital is mayonnaise for the tuna salad I've been making, and I reduced how much I use by 75% to be on the safe side.
 
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It now seems very likely that my father's Leukemia has returned. He is almost 82 years old and had been in remission since his last round of chemotherapy almost 9 years ago. A CT Scan of some lumps in my dad's abdomen seem to be consistent with the doctors' theory that they are extremely swollen lymph nodes. (They are now doing another CT scan of his right ankle, which has swollen up to double its normal size.) That could have multiple causes, but cancer is the most likely. We're going to need to go to an oncologist for a biopsy.
 
It now seems very likely that my father's Leukemia has returned. He is almost 82 years old and had been in remission since his last round of chemotherapy almost 9 years ago. A CT Scan of some lumps in my dad's abdomen seem to be consistent with the doctors' theory that they are extremely swollen lymph nodes. (They are now doing another CT scan of his right ankle, which has swollen up to double its normal size.) That could have multiple causes, but cancer is the most likely. We're going to need to go to an oncologist for a biopsy.
Sorry to hear that.
 
Bleah, this seminar never ends. Still 8K words to go.
I now even had to incorporate The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe into it.
Might even refer to Swift's solution to the Irish problem, so as to show why the above novel isn't a satire.
 
I had an extremely boring day at work, because I'm waiting for 5 different things to finish, and after these are done I'll wait for more things to finish.
This gave me plenty of time to think about the text which my GF sent this morning, where she basically says she is stressed, hopes her holiday now will allow her to distance herself from everything, and that she'll not call tonight. Or maybe for a bit longer, it's unclear from the text if the distance also applies to me.
So, that results in my neck muscles being cramped up like a mother-fornicator.
My heat cream for the muscles is also coming to an end, and it might be a challenge to find something in the pharmacy which doesn't have pain killers included (yay, language barrier).

It now seems very likely that my father's Leukemia has returned. He is almost 82 years old and had been in remission since his last round of chemotherapy almost 9 years ago. A CT Scan of some lumps in my dad's abdomen seem to be consistent with the doctors' theory that they are extremely swollen lymph nodes. (They are now doing another CT scan of his right ankle, which has swollen up to double its normal size.) That could have multiple causes, but cancer is the most likely. We're going to need to go to an oncologist for a biopsy.

Oh my, this is terrible.
Man, with all what's happening in your life, I really don't know how you cope.
 
I'm so sorry @aimeeandbeatles :( I'm sure this is going to affect my baby brother too, who relies on straws.

I wish they would go after the unnecessary plastic packaging instead. I see stuff in clamshell packaging (that also cuts up your fingers) that could easily just be a cardboard box instead.

It now seems very likely that my father's Leukemia has returned. He is almost 82 years old and had been in remission since his last round of chemotherapy almost 9 years ago. A CT Scan of some lumps in my dad's abdomen seem to be consistent with the doctors' theory that they are extremely swollen lymph nodes. (They are now doing another CT scan of his right ankle, which has swollen up to double its normal size.) That could have multiple causes, but cancer is the most likely. We're going to need to go to an oncologist for a biopsy.

:grouphug:
 
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