#chaito

[flaquitatriste]

buenas noxes :3 ya se va a dormir el bombon q nunka t vas a comerrrrr💝

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Is "excuse me while I foam in the mounth and have seizures" really an appropriate caption?

Yes it is.

When it comes to Misha a whirlpool of emotions and reactions come to my mind and senses. This commentary it's the tamest of them all.

Generally I'm like...

Misha is a good example of how not to hide your true emotions.

Love you nonny 😘

[no-woman-no-cry]

Auch

[loca-sin-fin]

Frase (una de muchas 2)

Que grosero es de tu parte decirme que me quieres justo cuando el plazo ha caducado.

—Lorena

[oldwxunds]

you are the spark that will save me. ft poe dameron

Luke ya no estaba, ella y Leia lo habían sentido, pero eso solo motivaba a Rey a cumplir su objetivo y no fallar al que había sido su maestro. La Resistencia, a pesar de haber quedado prácticamente destruida, pero todos sabían que se recompondrían y acabarían con la Primera Orden, pero por ahora debían de buscar una base oculta y segura.  Tras haberse reencontrado con Finn y Leia, Rey permaneció junto a la general, tratando de darle consuelo por la perdida de Luke y de Han, al igual que ella al haber perdido a esas dos personas tan importantes que le habían dado un nuevo significado a lo que la palabras hogar representaba.  Por fin había conseguido conocer a los miembros de la Resistencia, y entre ellos, a aquel piloto del que tanto le había hablado Finn y BB-8.

Poe Dameron, aquel piloto que, sin duda alguna, muchas de las victorias de la Resistencia se debían a él y a su escuadrón, por lo que estaba deseando agradecerle lo mucho que los había ayudado. Y una sonrisa se formó en sus labios a verlo junto a BB-8, el cual se acercó rodando hasta donde ella se encontraba y se inclinó para poder devolverle el saludo, y alzando de nuevo la mirada a quien supuso que sería el piloto más conocido de toda la galaxia. “Soy Rey.” Se presentó con una sonrisa en sus labios una vez se incorporó de saludar a su redondo amigo.

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Yeah fair enough express yourself however you want, just thought I'd check you didn't want to rethink joking about seizures cause that's a real shitty thing to do 😘

Whomever thinks that joking about any serious illness or health problems is funny. Or finds the excuse to make a remark over a silly comment to point out the use of this or any condition as a joke, are the shitty doers.

Joking about seizures will be: Dude, look how silly and funny this person looks while rolling on the floor, unable to control his continuous shaking while trying to avoid to chock on their own tongue and drooling.

Using the stupid hyperbole of a similar involuntary reaction for a situation or a person that acts as a catalyst for such exaggerated reaction, and gets lost in finding the joke over the awful condition, but can't relate on the idea it's just a magnification is the shitty thing to do. And if you find that the "joke" was over the fact of this condition and not this exaggeration, or again HYPERBOLE, is because you are grasping to whatever makes you feel superior over a reaction you can't relate or you are quick to judge because not feeling it makes you unhappy.

I can tell you are the troll that will use the red ink of the: what is politically correct to say just to sour any stupid or silly event that surpasses your thick understanding.

Also I can tell you never get through this particular condition. Because if you were, in the flesh, as any other awful encounters with a recurring problem with your health that isn't completely curable or totally controlable and you have to live with it. You will know that in many cases people that suffer this, get some sort of personal confort by mocking this enslaving condition, in a way to light the awful effect it has over their lives.

Explanation time.

I got and awful accident when I was 6. Clogged my brain. The skull had to be opened, the clogged stuff had to be removed. There was a space left there, and awful Scar and a literal hole that it was only covered by scalp and hair are the permanent mark I have.

Consequences where a cornucopia of neurological issues that I got through till my puberty and teenage years. Oh yes one of them were awful seizures that started with the... guess what? Drooling and literally foaming in the mounth and then violently shaking. The triggers could be from stress, overheating, loud noises, spontaneous brightness (oh yes, this includes the sun) or just because it was Tuesday.

Till this day I think I was lucky I was that young when I got that accident, because even if it was difficult and took its time, I could recover and heal enough, to get to be an overall "functional adult". Now this is the point where you find I'm shitty because I'm joking about children having life changing accidents.

The only crowning achievement after leaving this nasty seizures behind, was recovering the proper function of the complete left side of my body and have the stigma at school or being called "The Crazy" because some asshole teacher in his infinite wisdom to use me as a show and tell of a miraculously act of God (oh yes, I was schooled in a Baptist church). Then put me on display in front of the class exposed my scar and said I was so bless and lucky to be alive. Also not to panic if I had seizures in front of them, or if I spontaneously loose consciousness (another perk) no worries, I wasn't contagious . And as a punch line have the high functional mind to say: Physically she is ok, but some say when the brain gets broken and it has to be operated on, chances are the person gets a little crazy. [end of joke]

Till this day I got nasty migraines that luckily don't get to the point of seizures, but left me partially blind, unable to speak and the pain elevates me to literally see Jesus or talk to Buddha. Again, I feel lucky, because it's momentary and I know other people got it worse. Huge remark in: It's a temporary condition that I learn to live with and avoid using every trick and drug you can imagine. It's like the period, you know it comes monthly, you know what works for you. Only your personal diary knows how nasty it gets for you, then you move on.

Talking about funny. You know other stuff I carry till the present in my 40s besides the migraines and on and off crippling depression. Uh-huh, depression that's the final cherry on top that I recently find out it is an actual and final consequence of my brain injury. I have this post of my Migraine Blog that scientifically explains it very well.

I recently had some symptoms, that I allways hope is my body giving up already the idea of me being mother one day, you know the menopause. The neurologist said not to worry, for now, it happens with age. Soon, we will know. When I get fully on the old spinster side, drained off those wonderful youth hormones that could have been the catalyst that stopped my seizures when I reached adulthood. Plus involuntary muscles spasms here and there that could be the early signs.

Now I get to realize this very consciously. Because my brain works like this sometimes. I mean, I take some random and awful fact if my existence and use it as a punch line for the perfect moment when I allow myself to be happy. Like I often try to blame on having Covid-19, of that supposedly "brain fog" when I'm not paying attention. Because some random Misha overlord Collins I'm too sexy for his own sake picture appears on the Internewebs. To ask for a clarification or excuse for my baffling expression of my contemplation in to the void imaginig myself having seizures because the mentioned picture. 😅

Therefore, it was probably this perspective of my probably convulsionist future, made me have this hyperbole as a funny way to explain the overall impact Misha has over my loins. (Aka 🤤)

In other words, don't rain on my parade when I use stupid parallels for a shitty condition I had. When I wish it had an actual explanation for being a manifestation of me reacting to the existence of this glorious creature.

[juan-dreamsk8]

🥷🏻🔊PUEDE QUE ME DESPLOME SI EL ODIO ME CARCOME, PERO NINGUN CRETINO VA A LOGRAR QUE ME DESENGOME, ¿COMO ES? UN PASO A LA VEZ PREGUNTAN SI VUELVO A CASA( ¿SI O NO? ) 🎶🎶🛡️

Es un tal vez...👋🏻

[goldammerchen]

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