Nature is so bitchin’!

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Cake day: June 27th, 2023
  • Flying Squid@lemmy.worldtoMicroblog Memes@lemmy.world•I had a neighbour friend who was not a mortician but embalmed his own wife.English
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    2 minutes ago

    Thanks. I don’t really feel relieved by it, mainly because it’s kind of irrelevant to the future, but it is what makes the most sense and it’s better than having no idea.

    When did you get diagnosed with TN2?

    I think about 10 years ago. Maybe 11 now. It might be genetic because my dad had TN1. But he got it in his 70s. It usually manifests itself at that age. I was in my late 30s.

    And how long was the gap between the kidney stones and your last bite, if I may ask?

    That’s kind of complicated. A few weeks after it happened (January 2023) I started dry heaving every morning. That has been almost daily for me. Occasionally more than once. Then that March, I had this issue for about six weeks and then I was fine again until August. And other than at the Mayo Clinic when they totally numbed my mouth with a lidocaine-based compound, when I was able to manage a couple of bites of egg salad, that was the last time I had truly solid food. I’m also the smelling equivalent of a supertaster. I can smell cleaning fluid inside stores from when the custodians mopped the day before.

    Working with a psychiatrist and doing RO DBT therapy, I am at a place where I can eat pretty much anything if I don’t have to chew or use any utensils and I have conditioned myself to just deal with the smells even if they are awful. I’m even able to cook for my kid now.

    So I am in a much better place than I was even six months ago.

  • Flying Squid@lemmy.worldtoMicroblog Memes@lemmy.world•I had a neighbour friend who was not a mortician but embalmed his own wife.English
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    5 hours ago

    One of my oldest and dearest friends was born in Indiana, but his Mexican dad literally kidnapped him after he divorced my friend’s mom and took him to Mexico city where he stayed for 5 or 6 years. There was a full FBI search and everything. And he told me he recently found out that an uncle of his knew where he was, but couldn’t tell his mom because his uncle was a CIA informant and it would help blow his cover.

    This is not someone who is prone to lies or exaggeration. I 100% believe him about the CIA part and I know the Mexico City part is true.

  • Flying Squid@lemmy.worldtoMicroblog Memes@lemmy.world•I had a neighbour friend who was not a mortician but embalmed his own wife.English
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    5 hours ago

    Not ever having closure for shit like this is ridiculously frustrating. This drunk lady came to my door once and lied that she was a friend of a friend but she was really upset and may possibly have been hit by her boyfriend because she had a big red mark on her cheek and started crying about him. So I had her call her mother to pick her up. Then my wife came home and we hid in the bedroom with the door closed while she and her mom had a huge yelling match about the boyfriend. Eventually they left and we never saw or heard from them again.

    You’d think they would have at least left a thank you note.

  • Flying Squid@lemmy.worldtoMicroblog Memes@lemmy.world•I had a neighbour friend who was not a mortician but embalmed his own wife.English
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    5 hours ago

    Here’s a disturbing story involving pain and the dentist:

    I went to some quack dentist when I was a teenager to get my wisdom teeth extracted. Novocaine just does not work very well on me, which I tell dentists every time and they just don’t listen.

    So I felt a shitload of pain when he crushed my tooth to extract it, but I was also on nitrous, so I basically couldn’t move.

    Many years later, when I was in my late 30s or early 40s, I was having intense pain in the back of my jaw. I thought one of the molars had gone bad and I needed a root canal or something. I made an appointment for an orthodontist, but he couldn’t get me in for a few days. And then a day before I got to to the orthodontist, I felt something in my cheek near the back of my jaw and the pain was gone. I pulled it out: it was a sliver of tooth he missed when he crushed it that had finally worked its way out.

    I haven’t thought of either of those things in a long time. Believe it or not, I don’t think what happened at that dentist had any lasting trauma. It’s not something I ever dwell on.

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