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Anybody else has that thing where they have achieved something (groceries) and see that their body (diagnosed little wimp of a thing) needs a rest before we achieve the next thing (cleaning), but, when they sit their ass down, they're basically seizing with the need to go do the next task immediately, even though it's a very bad, horrible, no good idea?
Anyway
19h of travel
With cervical inflammation
No fucking sleep
And the ferry rocking like the sea has a personal vengeance against it
Is not actually recommended
The place I went with Dido yesterday
Some of my friends that do not live in my town think I'm obeying some weird religious bullishit when I don't share the recipes for the medicine I make as a mahara.
I am obeying the rules, but the rules have a reason:
The measurements I know are based on the instruments I use and the singular case I'm overseeing. Also, the doctors in my town are used to working with maharas. You don't vibe your way around with medicine. You need to work with doctors that are familiar with the composition and interactions of the ntrugli you make.
I might be willing to share a recipe for an energy ntrugliu if I know the person I'm giving it to well and I know that they are not taking any medication and they won't give it to other people or share the recipe.
Might.
Guys, I spent the last month making massive amounts of mood stabilizers because we had a lot of deaths. You think I fuck around with this shit? Me and my aunt's doctor had to recheck in case it would interfere with her cortisone meds.
And some people think I should break the άρρητον κρυρτειν
As if
One interesting thing I observed since I've accepted that I'm genderfluid (not fully, but I'm doing my best) is that my personality changes slightly with my gender.
The way I dress doesn't really change, since I am against pants in general. At best I go for more linear and straight patterns and silhouettes.
What changes is the way I walk, move, speak and my sense of humor. As a guy I'm kinder and calmer, but also more lighthearted.
It's still me ofc, but seeing the difference is still funny. Some of my friends clock me immediately from a mile away
