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"google ai" "spotify ai dj" "ai assistant" "enhanced by ai" what if i just start beating people over the head with a rock
Still waiting to find out more about my shiny new health problem. But there's the potential need for surgery.
Which would mean a few days of recovery in the hospital and a couple months of limited activity. It'd be my first surgery/procedure that isn't outpatient
As of right now, four friends, my husband, and one cousin's wife (and probably that cousin now)know that anything is going on. This cousin's wife knows the least but she's both perceptive and an absolute terrier. Another cousin started asking questions after hearing me softly say "maybe after we get everything figured out" to my husband about plans but I was able to sidestep saying that it wasn't the right time (my brother's wedding reception rehearsal) to talk about stuff, that it was nothing to worry about, and I'd tell her later. My brother & SIL had their reception and then a bit after that their honeymoon. They'll be back next week.
So, I've been really thinking through (and talking through with my husband) everything because it's the only way I can manage my anxiety around the whole situation. If I don't need surgery, I will tell my mother nothing just like with the rest of my health issues. And I think, should I need surgery, I'm not going to tell my mother until after I'm mostly or completely recovered. She would insist on visiting and would just show up even if I told her not to. (She's done that twice already and she's not changed in a meaningful way over past couple years) Contact with her is bad for my mental well-being when I'm at my best..
However, if I took that course of action, I would likely need to not tell family members until that same time. Because I'd confide in my cousin, who'd almost certainly tell her mom/my aunt, who'd likely call my mother. And my mother would show up, or possibly call me to scream at me like she did when she found out my brother took a trip to Scotland without telling her (not sure why she didn't scream at him instead). Or, assuming my cousin and/or aunt don't say anything, then I still have to deal with the familial fallout of having a major surgery and my mother being the last to know. I am the only person on my dad's side of my family that is this estranged from a parent. And I'm so tired of being the "bad daughter"
Telling my sister is a safe bet, though the least comforting option, but I would really upset my brother if he didn't know since we're so close and I desperately & selfishly want him to comfort me about all of this. I want to cry into his massive shoulder. If I only tell my siblings, I'm putting my brother in the middle between my mother and I. And our individual relationships with Mother are as different as the way she treats us. Still, confiding in him puts him in the middle, and thus the firing line, and isn't fair to him and his wife. Then again, brain surgery doesn't feel very fair either.
I'd love to say that I'm just anxiously spiralling and that, if I have to have surgery, my mother would be kind, understanding, and possibly helpful when she visits (because there's absolutely no way she wouldn't take a day off to show up at the hospital immediately after surgery & then announce that she's staying the night or she then visit again on a weekend) but that feels like a very silly childhood fantasy about a person who doesn't exist. I know she loves me in her way and I do love her...
Tldr; I'm going to be starting therapy again so I professional can advise me on dealing with both the emotional strain of a new health issue and navigating the family dynamic that it creates. Because even if I end up not needing surgery or not needing it now, I still would love family support around my health issues. But I had to get this out somewhere for now and bathing my dog after he peed on his paw and rolled in bunny poo at 3am has me wide awake. And less inclined to go find my actual journal.
Still waiting to find out more about my shiny new health problem. But there's the potential need for surgery.
Which would mean a few days of recovery in the hospital and a couple months of limited activity. It'd be my first surgery/procedure that isn't outpatient
As of right now, four friends, my husband, and one cousin's wife (and probably that cousin now)know that anything is going on. This cousin's wife knows the least but she's both perceptive and an absolute terrier. Another cousin started asking questions after hearing me softly say "maybe after we get everything figured out" to my husband about plans but I was able to sidestep saying that it wasn't the right time (my brother's wedding reception rehearsal) to talk about stuff, that it was nothing to worry about, and I'd tell her later. My brother & SIL had their reception and then a bit after that their honeymoon. They'll be back next week.
So, I've been really thinking through (and talking through with my husband) everything because it's the only way I can manage my anxiety around the whole situation. If I don't need surgery, I will tell my mother nothing just like with the rest of my health issues. And I think, should I need surgery, I'm not going to tell my mother until after I'm mostly or completely recovered. She would insist on visiting and would just show up even if I told her not to. (She's done that twice already and she's not changed in a meaningful way over past couple years) Contact with her is bad for my mental well-being when I'm at my best..
However, if I took that course of action, I would likely need to not tell family members until that same time. Because I'd confide in my cousin, who'd almost certainly tell her mom/my aunt, who'd likely call my mother. And my mother would show up, or possibly call me to scream at me like she did when she found out my brother took a trip to Scotland without telling her (not sure why she didn't scream at him instead). Or, assuming my cousin and/or aunt don't say anything, then I still have to deal with the familial fallout of having a major surgery and my mother being the last to know. I am the only person on my dad's side of my family that is this estranged from a parent. And I'm so tired of being the "bad daughter"
Telling my sister is a safe bet, though the least comforting option, but I would really upset my brother if he didn't know since we're so close and I desperately & selfishly want him to comfort me about all of this. I want to cry into his massive shoulder. If I only tell my siblings, I'm putting my brother in the middle between my mother and I. And our individual relationships with Mother are as different as the way she treats us. Still, confiding in him puts him in the middle, and thus the firing line, and isn't fair to him and his wife. Then again, brain surgery doesn't feel very fair either.
I'd love to say that I'm just anxiously spiralling and that, if I have to have surgery, my mother would be kind, understanding, and possibly helpful when she visits (because there's absolutely no way she wouldn't take a day off to show up at the hospital immediately after surgery & then announce that she's staying the night or she then visit again on a weekend) but that feels like a very silly childhood fantasy about a person who doesn't exist. I know she loves me in her way and I do love her...
Tldr; I'm going to be starting therapy again so I professional can advise me on dealing with both the emotional strain of a new health issue and navigating the family dynamic that it creates. Because even if I end up not needing surgery or not needing it now, I still would love family support around my health issues. But I had to get this out somewhere for now and bathing my dog after he peed on his paw and rolled in bunny poo at 3am has me wide awake. And less inclined to go find my actual journal.
Thinking about gardening.. and then how my grandmother loved to tend her garden, how my mom bought plants most years, how I enjoy gardening more now, and how there's a very pretty allegory in all of this for how both my grandmother and mother raised their children.
Banquet of Mermaids, by Ryoko Kimura
My brother and SIL stopped by today to give us more wedding favors and eat pizza while slightly hungover before heading home. And it was absolutely lovely. My nap on the couch after with my sweet puppy was nearly as lovely.
Friday, my mom was at my house for an hour. In the two minutes she was unsupervised, my mother threw a TON of wilted and dried flowers in my flower bed. I asked why would you do that? And she goes "oh I knew that would piss you off!" In front of my brother and husband.
Then on Saturday she kept undoing people's work while we were setting up for my brother's wedding reception. Like q bridesmaid had gotten all of the candles out for the tables and had them sitting on a table to be put out. My mother boxed them all up because "they were in the way" she stressed out the bride, the bridesmaids, and me. I had a detailed checklist with diagrams and pictures from the bride and was tasked to get it done as directed. It was almost completed when I left. I went to get ready. My brother called me and then per our conversation, called my mother. She sulked through pictures, the wedding dinner, scowled through the speeches despite being right by the main table, and then left without talking to anyone.
Yesterday we drove down to Flint and bought my husband two new suits. He's been wearing the black one I bought him four years ago to everything and now he's got a tan one and a super dark green one. He LOVES dressing up and I love seeing his face when I buy him nice clothes. I'm absolutely certain he's going to be trying them both on with multiple dress shirts the minute he picks them up from being altered. And I love a good husband fashion show 😍
So a former owner of our house (not the people we bought it from) stopped by today. I let her in bc I feel like I know her just from how much I've heard from the neighbors and she wanted to see what we've done. Anyways, my dog was less afraid and more interested in this random stranger than he was my mother last time she visited. And he'd met my mother before.
For my brother and sister-in-laws wedding shower, we gave them four tickets for a free weekend of labor. My husband is quite the accomplished handyman with lots of tools and equipment so this was a very useful gift.
After my brother read out what they were, my cousin shouts out to "use them on a long weekend"
To which I got to yell back "keep reading", so he read outloud the exclusions of "not valid holiday weekends, January 15th-April 15th, ..."
Went dress shopping with my mother for my brother's wedding (for the sake of him and his wife, not her) and it was kind of awful. I don't know why I agreed to try on a dress. I knew better. Ruined my own day trying on a dress that looked fantastic on me.
The only consolation is that my dog refused to be pet by her. And it hurt her feelings because they've met before.
Yeah, that's my very excited Brittany in the back. I rarely get a picture of him with his feet on the ground.
So far, really liking my new doctor. Downside is that the soonest she can get me back in is in two months
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