May 2
i have such a bad migraine *immediately opens tumblr*
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i have such a bad migraine *immediately opens tumblr*
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moving back to the states bc ran out of visa and boy oh boy having not lived there since the obama administration i am. looking forward to putting the fresh trauma over here with the rest of the trauma.
hello good morning! today i woke up literally screaming in pain and surprise! because i started to roll over in my sleep and something in my lower abdomen twisted and felt like it tore! i didn't like it! at all! so we went to the emergency room and they think it was a small ovarian cyst rupturing (i have had those before and they did NOT feel like this, but "ruptured" is exactly the word for what it felt like so idk) OR, worst case, my ovary maybe got TWISTED somehow??? but then maybe it DE-TWISTED??? which is way closer to what it felt like but WHO EVEN KNOWS but yeah anyway so my morning sucks and i'm going back to bed and hugging my wolf now, goodbye!
“Your gratitude is implied“
Super special Saturday snuggles 💕 My girl and I spent most of the day in bed because she got hit with one of the worst migraines she's had in a while. 🤕 She spent the entire day trying to sleep off the pain. 💤 But don't worry, this energetic pup still got to have some fun! Thanks to my girl's incredible support group, I got to stretch my legs and sniff around outside without my girl even needing to get up. 🐶 The help with exercising me is appreciated because getting up can be impossible when my girl has a migraine. 🛌 Moving around, even just rolling over in bed, can be overwhelmingly painful for my girl, to the extent that she sometimes even has to bite on something just to deal with the pain. 😵 This is just one of the many ways that migraines are a disorder and not "just a headache." 🙇♀️ On days like today, studying (even for an upcoming immunology midterm) takes a backseat. 📚 But health comes first! 💜 . [Image is of Kelsie handler snuggling in bed, with Kelsie wrapped in a hug. They're both smiling.] . . . #Snugglebug #CuddleBuddy #OwPain #NotJustAHeadache #SleepAllDay #ServiceDog #WorkingDog #DogsOfInstagram #DogTraining #BorderCollie #BlueHeeler #PoundPuppy #RespectTheVest #MobilityDog #MedicalAlertDog #PsychiatricServiceDog #WhoRescuedWhom #Spoonie #SpoonieStrong #ChronicIllness #InvisibleIllness #InvisibleDisability #Migraines #Fibromyalgia #FibroFighter #Dysautonomia #Fatigue #DartmouthCollege (at Hanover, New Hampshire)
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intro post thingy yay
hullo whats up this is my intro post i keep procrastinating blarggggg
♤ you can call me iggy or ignatius or pickle, any of those are fine
♤ my pronouns are he/they but i dont mind if you use neos, anything except she/her is fine really
♤ i am trans masc but NOT a binary trans man. important distinction
♤ here is a guide to my tagging system
♤ my blog is probably 90% reblogs lol
**UPDATE: i have a sideblog for my reblogs :P its @mah-jar-of-pickles but i lowk just put everything on main anyways
♤ there will (eventually) be a fun facts masterpost and a pronouns/identity masterpost. probably. my DNI list is in the works as well
~☆♤ more random shit below cut ♤☆~
my eyes hurt and i cant tell if its seasonal allergies, the cat i pet, or the chili cheese fritos i ate
2024 [profoundly abridged]
or, a short-ish answer to "but six, where tf have you been??"
january
get invited to chat with Boss about Company sponsoring me for temporary (it is already doing this) or permanent (it is looking into this) residency. discover that what we are actually chatting about is that Company will, once current visa expires, do neither.
february/march
get invited to more chats, which boil down to "the problem is sponsorhip, not you/your work; if you find a way to stay with Company without sponsorship, which is Too Damn Hard, let us know."
go to albert park grand prix. spend days watching cars go nyoom while i hang out under the same tree, and with the same magpie gang, where i normally lunch-break and have ever since coming back to the office post-lockdowns. fail to bear the cognitive dissonance of so completely belonging to this place that bureaucrats do not frequent (which i can say with confidence because i do) yet "protect" with systems designed to drive people like me away*.
june
turn 40. sit with high likelihood of being unemployed and legally required to leave my home within six months. struggle to imagine turning 41.
july
find out my mom is dying. only find out my mom is dying because her long-term caregiver quietly, compassionately forgets her HIPAA regulations in the car and reaches out on [social media platform] to anyone with [very rare last name].
cousin messages my brother like "soooo Caregiver says your mom is dying? Caregiver wanted to reach out to you and six on your mom's behalf but [soap-opera villain aunt, who is also Caregiver's employer] won't let her??"
cousin and brother visit mom. mom is, indeed, dying. soap-opera villain aunt is mad Caregiver reached out to us behind her back, "but her heart was in the right place." wonder if cognitive dissonance is actually what's in that weird-ass bdsm pain-box in dune.
august
mom dies. turns out a lot of death admin things can only be done on US soil. plan trip back to greatlakesian homeland.
september
go back. do death admin for mom stuff and life admin for trans stuff. hang out with my brother. get lost in a corn maze. find a pumpkin bigger than his head. go back home. finish work.
november
per legal requirement, leave home.
december
survive. rent a "budget-conscious" room near a soul-shaking beach. wonder how i lived in australia for eight years without ever upsetting** a magpie yet, in new zealand, get swooped for the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth times. i had not even been here a month.
in conclusion
thank god for the many excellent people and many solace-balm moments that helped me survive this far into this fucking year.
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*if this sounds melodramatic, please sit in on a lecture or two with dr google before you @ me.
**to the contrary, the whole Turn 8 Playground Gang knew me, and i knew them, by sight and song; they'd literally come nyooming over to chat and hang out. i knew which swamp hens they were cool with and which ones they were lowkey afraid of. i knew which magpies (those golf course bastards *spits*) were the hatfields to their mccoys and which ones they just couldn't be fucked to carol at. i wasn't as close with the citizens park crew because they had wayyyy more people to be going on with, but we never had issues. so while i don't delude myself that i'm a fucken magpie whisperer or whatever, neither does the evidence support "well mate, you were bloody ignorant is what you were -- got swooped? nah yeah, serves you right."