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There are not enough sexy drawings of cryptids. Where is the Loveland Frogman with abs? Where is the Fresno Nightcrawler as a nervous little twink? Where is mothman’s dick???

Her name is captain Amelia Bradshaw and I will either write an entire novella about her or forget she exists entirely.

This one is from months ago but the lighting took 500 calendar years so I will post it 500 times if I want to and you’re not allowed to say anything about it

So I’ve been on Celebrex for like 3 1/2 months now, had to stop taking it recently because it was giving me some GNARLY nausea and oh boy. Oh goodness. I did not realize HOW MUCH Celebrex was helping me until I had to stop taking it entirely.

Like it wasn’t completely curing me or anything, I was still having constant joint pain and fatigue, but it made my symptoms… semi-manageable? Kinda? Like I truly forgot just HOW bad it felt to have my pain go untreated.

Luckily after my last intense flare up I made sure to really build my work schedule around my pain and prepare things to run on their own incase I needed to take it easy for a while but holy shit. I feel Very Bad™️ right now.

Totally normal warmup sketch that’s normal and cool and not weird at all

So fun fact when I was a kid my mom decided I wasn’t active enough. So she bought me absurdly expensive running shoes I did not ask for, dragged me out in the below freezing east coast weather, and started me on this “couch potato to 5k” challenge.

Every day after school, we ran. First it was 5 minutes a day, then 7, then 10… you get the gist. I think after 2 months we were running about an hour every day. By the time I quit running when I was 10, my mom and I had run 3 5ks together over the span of a little over a year.

A little after stopped running, I noticed some pain in my right knee. It got a little bit worse, and a little bit worse, and a little bit worse… and then five years later, when it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t pay attention in geography class because I was in constant pain from having to sit all day, I finally went to the doctor.

They told me the cartilage under my kneecap was worn down from overuse. It’s called chondromalacia patellae—also known as “runners knee.”

The thing is: When we were in races, and I was overwhelmed, I told my mom I wanted to stop. I told her I was in pain and I needed to slow down. I told her I didn’t like running.

And you know what she said to me?

“Suck it up.”

And I’m not saying “don’t tell your kids to exercise.” Your kids SHOULD exercise—not because of any bullshit weight reason or anything, but because they’re kids, and it’s good for them. Good for their bones, or whatever.

And I’m not saying “don’t exercise WITH your kids” either, because again, they should be exercising a little. And if you being there helps them stay motivated, that’s great.

What I am saying is: Listen to your kids. Trust that they know their own limits better than you do. Even if you think that they’re being over dramatic, or whiny, or whatever—don’t take the chance.

I’m 20 years old now. My knee still hurts. I have a whole suite of other, unrelated chronic conditions that would be improved if I exercised more. And I try to, I really do. But it’s kind of hard to do squats when just one makes your knee feel like it’s on fire for the rest of the week.

Listen. To. Your. Kids.

the grass is green the sky is blue except to me cause i wouldn't know i only see you

4/10 pickup line, the idea is there but the execution is too wordy.

Thank you!! Tried some of this out today in combination with some strength stuff, and I am happy to report my knees do not feel like hot garbage rn 🥰

Really wish all the “low impact” exercise routines I find weren’t hyper focused on like squats and lunges and shit. Like bro, my knees DO NOT WORK. They simply do not function properly. If I do 15 squats today I’m not going to be able to walk properly for literal days.

…….but like I’m so tired and I NEED to work out to help with my fatigue, and I don’t have the attention span for yoga right now. So I do the five bajillion squats anyway.

And I’m stupid so I forget that that’s a bad idea, so when I’m in an incredible amount of pain just walking up and down the stairs for the rest of the week, I’ll be like

Anyway don’t be like me, listen to your body and take breaks when you need to. That goes for stuff other than exercising too, like if you’re doing any type of activity and you feel your brain and body start to be like “heeeeeeeey can we slow down?” That’s a sign that you should take a breather, or dial it back, or whatever. Knowing how and when to listen to your body is your most important tool to manage your symptoms.

It’s also an important tool to help you like. Be a happier, chiller person.

Yet again stuck in the pattern of

Works out to help my fatigue -> experiences joint pain because I was too rough -> takes a day to rest because of my joint pain -> experiences fatigue because I haven’t been working out -> works out to help my fatigue -> becomes the chronically ill equivalent of Sisyphus, trapped in a self inflicted loop of being tired and achey all the time

Another mouse except I ✨don’t like✨ this one

My partner and I watched JoJo for the first time together and since then we have had multiple conversations along the lines of “this writing choice in JoJo was so interesting, let’s talk about it for literally an hour nonstop”

jojo's bizarre adventure is a life altering series if you're susceptible to the brainrot pathogen. if you're not i'm sure it's kinda whatever but if you are. you get enrolled in a secret jojo club and you lose the ability to fully speak your mind outside of it. you realize a tantalizing desire to sightsee in italy, but know that you must never, ever set foot there, else you'll risk annoying everyone around you with the constant pointing out of familiar locations. you cannot go to an aquarium without thinking, "jotaro kujo would love this." when you take a drink of water that's especially refreshing, you think of okuyasu, in tonio's restaurant, where he cried the sleeplessness out of his eyes, and wish you could do the same. and like a zombie, you attempt to spread the disease to others, the people you love most. you say to them, with a sly smile, "hey, there's this anime i think you would like," and if they're not sick of hearing about it, on the off chance they decide to try it, and like it, you'll rejoice at having another person share your curse. now you're both ruined, swapping looks and pointing out things "you just thought were cool." you have matching cherry earrings. your music taste is better than it's ever been.