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Every. single. cell, has to be ‘hand-filled’ with wet enamel, which has a texture very much like watercolor paint, allowed to set, refilled until the surface tension holds, and then fired in a kiln at a very precise temperature and time, which is different for each color. And then the enamel shrinks back to the edges of the cell so you have to let it cool, refill, and then fire again. I’ve had to refill a single cell as many as four times to get color fill.

Blues and greens are the easiest, so you do them first. You take the kiln to a slightly higher temperature, have a few more seconds of leeway before they go horribly discolored on you. Oh, and this is using a modern kiln with a precise, digital temperature controller, not whatever this dude had back in the 1920s which would have involved a lot of guesswork and standing by the kiln counting under his breath because enamel fires in SECONDS.

Guess which colors are the hardest? That’s right, REDS. The colors this stunning bracelet is full of. I LOATHE working with reds. Ten seconds too long, five degrees too hot, and they’re ugly, black-flecked disasters that have to be dissolved out with acid, not incidentally trashing the other colours you’d spent forever on too. Yay.

And when you’ve finally finished, having spend probably hundreds of hours getting all those tiny cells fired and filled? Time to sit down with a bowl of water and a hard grinding stone and grind every single one of them flat, my friend, because the enamel when properly filled actually domes up slightly. Yes, this part is still best done by hand, even today.

Don’t forget to repolish your gold, making sure to get out all the scratches left by your glass-polishing stone, and set all those diamonds and the cameo!

What’s that, you say? One of your glass cells fractured because you used a tiny bit too much pressure setting a diamond?

Dear me. Time to UN-set all those stones and go back to the kiln again. Have a lovely time!

The Nepal Tourism Board has issued emergency contact numbers for assistance: 1234 (toll-free), 1144 (hotline) and Tourist Police at 9851289445.

The Nepali Prime Minister's Disaster Relief fund has also been set up to accept direct transfers but I can't find the details yet.

And in terms of the posts like "this fascist/racist/transphobe/person who sucks clearly has brain damage or why would they think this" -- It's vile when you treat a disability like this. These ideologies don't arise because of disability. They're active choices that people make to say and do horrible things. I didn't bash my head open and start advocating for genocide. There's uproar if someone says "these fascist losers are all clearly autistic, why else would they think xyz is a good thing." There would be outcry for good reason.

I think it's one thing when I joke that I was "nerfed by god" as a person with a traumatic brain injury. Joking about my own circumstance. I lost a lot as a result of my brain injury. I missed most of my last year of high school and had to drop all the classes I was excited about. I lost every friend I had over the course of about a month immediately after. I only really had friends online, and when I couldn't remember to message first, or when I acted differently or forgot a lot, people dropped me. I would just realize after some time that my Skype list was smaller, then empty.

I lost a lot of ability, I had to relearn a lot of simple tasks. And many of those simple tasks were made more difficult by having also broken my jaw, hand and wrist. Having to relearn writing or drawing after surgeries and after healing was really frustrating and scary and sad. I had been starting to get good at certain art forms and then I had to start over and learn them from step 1, it felt like. There are still times where I can't figure out how to make my body, my hands move how I need them to, like while folding a shirt or something... It's frustrating.

Compounded with not knowing why I felt so stupid and incapable of so many little things. Attending university for years and not knowing what I was doing wrong-- I would go to class, pay attention, take notes, do the activity and discussion, go home and do the homework, reading, flashcards, and the day after next come back to a pop quiz on what we studied last class and I wouldn't know any of the names, dates, places on the paper. I wouldn't remember any of it.

It was over 6 years before a doctor said "oh, well..... yeah... seems you have a traumatic brain injury from hitting your head in that accident. You should do physical occupational and speech therapy...."

And like I went to these therapies for a long while, and it was helpful in some ways to get certain information. Learning how to walk without falling over myself or stumbling into walls, even while having to track something that was moving with my eyes. It was difficult, I'm still fall-prone. In other ways, like being yelled at by my occupational therapist until I cried, because I had forgotten about doing the homework-- the patient with untreated brain damage and no support, who forgets things all the time, had forgotten the task she gave me.

Like this was a person who worked with brain injury patients all day every day and even she could not conceptualize the ways in which I was struggling to understand things, keep track of tasks, support and take care of myself.

from the cardiff and vale health board website.