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@evenicholls.bsky.social

Queer disabled quilter. She/her. Free Palestine. Neurodivergent? Queer? Joint pain? Go and read up on Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Yes, even if you're not all that flexible these days. Even if it's not you, it's probably some of your friends.

The Fae: so we’re going to take you away from here and— Me: I accept! The Fae: and you won’t remember anything and you will not return for a century— Me: I ACCEPT HARDER

I have discovered the definition of Chicken! * is brought to the door in a paper bag * with chips * only eaten by @robinjohnson.bsky.social Which is why she begged for his halloumi wrap last night, but when I looked after his plate while he got a drink, there was no polite small cat at my elbow.

I don't have any photos of Ninja begging for chicken, so here's a nice one of her snoozing on her shelf over the radiator in the winter. She's a small black cat of seventeen now, looking very happy, with her tail curled around the shelf.

Last thing and then I am going to bounce for a while so I don’t have to keep reading the worst fucking COVID takes: July 2021. Days of mounting dread for me as the library I work for first announces we will no longer enforce mask policy, then no longer require them.

This carved stone plaque was found in St Francis' Row in Cashel, and it is believed to be the sign for a tavern that was known as The Cat & Bagpipes, that once stood on the main street. It may date to as early as the 16-17th century, and offers a glimpse of Cashel's social life from centuries ago

A stone carving on a plaque, it features a cat playing the bagpipes.

Do any diabetics out there have the faintest idea wtf my pancreas is up to today? I had my breakfast insulin half an hour before eating as usual, which staves off the Foot On The Floor rise. For lunch and dinner I don't need to prebolus, but I split bolus, since I can drop like a stone after eating.

A blood glucose graph in the Juggluco app. It shows a nice steady overnight line of around 6, a normal rise and fall for breakfast, a midmorning walk with a coffee, and basal insulin before lunch. Lunchtime insulin was taken in two doses, and the blood glucose line doesn't really start rising properly until three hours later. It then goes pretty high, up to 15 which is unusual for me, before dropping down to 5.6 by 19:30.The same graph but in US units of measurement. Overnight blood glucose is around 100, the belated afternoon high is above 270,  and it's now back down to 100.

Can anyone recommend an Android app that's either free or a reasonable one-off payment, for logging my cat's medical stuff? I need to know when to reorder her assorted meds, log symptoms, and basic stuff like whether she has a good or bad day. (Chronic kidney disease.) An app for humans might be OK.

The lady in question, a small black cat of seventeen, showing off her new neon yellow harness. She's sitting in the grass in a park, next to some catnip, looking to her right and enjoying the sun.

I will reiterate: Christians in the West evangelize in public for the same reason men catcall. Neither is trying to persuade you; both are reminding you that the public sphere belongs to them and you exist in it at their sufferance.

It's finally dawned on me, after months of assuming Ninja only had a few weeks left, that she's actually doing better, and definitely hasn't done living yet. So I posted to a group for cats with kidney disease to ask how long they can live at stage 4. The good news is that it can be years!

Ninja Kitty Go, a black cat of seventeen wearing a tan corduroy harness and lead, looking back over her shoulder on a walk in the woods. She's happy and alert, and doing incredibly well for an old lady with stage 4 kidney disease. Here Ninja is sitting happily in the green carrier that goes on the front of my partner's bike, on a red fleece cushion I made her. She's got her harness turned to the neon orange batik side. And here the ridiculous animal is lying on her side on the ground, having crawled under a patch of catnip and started rolling around. The catnip hads purple flowers. She's about to get a belly rub from me. Close up of her face, zonked out of her gourd. One green eye is suspiciously open. She is a very silly beast.

I just read that another child died in a hot car in Florida, the fifth child to die that way this year in the state. It takes me back to this article, which I read over a decade ago and still think about. It is a horrifying way for a child to die, and a horrific thing for a parent to live with.

Fatal Distraction: Forgetting a Child in the Backseat of a Car Is a Horrifying Mistake. Is It a Crime?

Winner of the 2010 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing.

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Robin's coffee smelt so nice when we were walking the cat, and it finally dawned on me that yes, I didn't have insulin on me, but a coffee isn't much, I can add it when I have lunch. So I chatted to the barista, did my sums, and triumphantly got a nice latte. I completely forgot to ask for decaf.

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I can't wear my continuous glucose monitors on my arms, because I'm a rotisserie sleeper and CGMs will give you false hypo alarms, known as compression lows, if you lie on them. The upper chest turned out to be a good site for a year, but I started getting skin reactions.

I used to be anti-abortion. Never pro-life, I realised early on that the movement was a horror, and I never had a go at someone about their reproductive choices. It took me longer than I wish it had to get from there to becoming very much pro-choice, but I don't think I harmed anyone along the way.

Andrea Grimes@andreagrimes.com · 2w ago

One of the greatest lies of the anti-abortion movement is that opposing abortion is a personal choice in the same way that being pro-abortion is a personal choice. They're not nearly the same thing. If you oppose abortion but think people shouldn't be forced to give birth, you're pro choice. Sorry!

Here’s a PSA for people like me who were raised not to waste food (perhaps rather aggressively) we are now dealing with an unreliable food safety system in the US. If something tastes weird or funny or off IN ANY WAY just throw it away.

This is Winnie. He got so excited that he briefly forgot how to be a dog. You can laugh, but he'd like to point out you look this ridiculous all the time. 13/10 (TT: brisbreaks)