Litiquette VII

[Dribble]

I take 3 ibuprofen every workday morning...and 3 at night. I have a very high pain tolerance...very high...and if I didn't do this my knees can bring tears. But beyond this...i can't remember the last time I took something for any reason. I suspect it was last winter when I got the sniffles

 

[SassySheDevil]

Got here as soon as I could.
Better late than never.
Speaking of better.

"Better living through chemistry..."

So many options. Psych meds. Hormones. Nutritional supplements. Performance enhancers. Plastic surgery. Cough and cold relief, even.

Better sleep, calm down, perk up, bulk up, breathe easy, stay awake, look younger, feel better....

Pills, drinks, sprays, creams, lozenges, powders, teas, tinctures, and procedures...

Where do you fall on the "better living through chemistry" spectrum?

Are you 100% intervention free? Balls to the wall, playing naked, no additives? Are you all for modern innovation in the human body space? Try it out and see? Throw spaghetti at the wall and see what sticks?

I like natural stuff first. I'll try almost anything that offers some kind of "Fix"

If that doesn't work. Medication.

I do vitamins and some supplements. I do my old person medications.
I've been on Anti-depressants. I take meds for insomnia.

I hate the fact that I'm old and have a damn medicine cabinet now. Supplements and prescribed.

 

[default24]

Got here as soon as I could.
Better late than never.
Speaking of better.

"Better living through chemistry..."

So many options. Psych meds. Hormones. Nutritional supplements. Performance enhancers. Plastic surgery. Cough and cold relief, even.

Better sleep, calm down, perk up, bulk up, breathe easy, stay awake, look younger, feel better....

Pills, drinks, sprays, creams, lozenges, powders, teas, tinctures, and procedures...

Where do you fall on the "better living through chemistry" spectrum?

Are you 100% intervention free? Balls to the wall, playing naked, no additives? Are you all for modern innovation in the human body space? Try it out and see? Throw spaghetti at the wall and see what sticks?

I can't take pills. I have to crush them up and eat them in peanut butter. I once gummed a gel cap. Those taste absolutely awful. So I don't take any meds due to this, but I'm all for them.

 

[Trekka]

I can't take pills. I have to crush them up and eat them in peanut butter. I once gummed a gel cap. Those taste absolutely awful. So I don't take any meds due to this, but I'm all for them.

Dude.

 

[default24]

Dude.

I don't know what it is! It's a mental block that I just cannot get past!

 

[Suz_anne]

I can't take pills. I have to crush them up and eat them in peanut butter. I once gummed a gel cap. Those taste absolutely awful. So I don't take any meds due to this, but I'm all for them.

Awww, you're like an adorable puppy.

I take vitamins every day, Tylenol or Advil when I ache, melatonin occasionally. I'll try different smoothies for nutritional boosts, but nothing crazy. Mostly just different ways to get in all the nutrients.

I've had bouts of insomnia over the last year. A friend gave me an Ambien to try and I was sleep walking and trying to cook cinnamon sticks in a pan on the stove when my husband found me. So, that's no bueno.

My doctor gave me some Klonopin during a particular time of stress and anxiety that was, thankfully, fairly short lived. The Klonopin didn't do a thing for me. Like, I literally felt no difference whatsoever.

I've discussed my love of the devil's lettuce before. I don't partake every single day, but probably 2-3 times a week. I like a mellow buzz without a hangover. And way less calories than rose'.

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

I can't take pills. I have to crush them up and eat them in peanut butter. I once gummed a gel cap.

I find this, combined with your other, more obvious attributes, oddly enchanting.

 

[default24]

Awww, you're like an adorable puppy.

Wanna rub my belly?

I find this, combined with your other, more obvious attributes, oddly enchanting.

I'm whimsical!

 

[Suz_anne]

Wanna rub my belly?

We can call it your belly if you want. *exaggerated wink*

Oh, and I can swallow just about anything.

*struts*

 

[default24]

We can call it your belly if you want. *exaggerated wink*

Oh, and I can swallow just about anything.

*struts*

 

[SMNaughtywife]

No scripts.
Vitamins when I remember.
OTC stock pile, absolutely.
Lactaid is my only must have daily.

When I’m stressed, I listen to a few mantras that get me back into the groove.
Helps with sleep too. A good friend helped me get into them some years ago. It takes practice, doesn’t happen over night.
I’ll put my phone away or ignore notifications if I’m not having it. Kinda cheeky sometimes.

 

[Trekka]

This question doesn’t apply to Default, who still needs his meds administered via hiding them in applesauce.

But.

When did you know that you were no longer a child? Did you have an a-ha lightbulb moment? Feel like you never had a childhood to begin with? Or maybe you still *are* a big kid.

Was it, maybe, the day your mom closed the parental piggybank and said, “Sorry honey but it sounds like you’re just gonna have to save up for a haircut and pay for it yourself?”

 

[Suz_anne]

It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college. It was a tough summer because after being "one my own" for a year at school, I moved home for the summer, worked part time and chafed at any rules or boundaries. My mom was sick of my selfish attitude and I was sick of her rules.

I realized with about 6 weeks before tuition was due that I was going to be short about $2,000 on what I would need for the upcoming school year for housing, expenses, tuition, etc.

I remember discussing it at the dinner table one night, fully expecting that my parents would give me the money. That my step-dad would ask for a little extra OT at work or whatever. They'd be proud to help me pay for my schooling.

Nope.

My mom asked if I had figured out how many hours a week I'd need to work to earn an extra $2,000 in 6 weeks. I had not. She suggested that I do so and figure out if I needed 1 or 2 additional part time jobs to get that money.

It was a smack in the face, but I figured it out. And I never asked them for money again because I knew it was on me. In retrospect, it was one of the best things they did for me. But at the time, it sucked.

 

[Dribble]

I have realized I will never really grow up. I look at people my age, and thank fucking God I am not like them. I don't want their life. Boring.

I think this is because I never had a normal childhood. I had to work even when I was 8 or 9.

 

[Trekka]

It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college. It was a tough summer because after being "one my own" for a year at school, I moved home for the summer, worked part time and chafed at any rules or boundaries. My mom was sick of my selfish attitude and I was sick of her rules.

I realized with about 6 weeks before tuition was due that I was going to be short about $2,000 on what I would need for the upcoming school year for housing, expenses, tuition, etc.

I remember discussing it at the dinner table one night, fully expecting that my parents would give me the money. That my step-dad would ask for a little extra OT at work or whatever. They'd be proud to help me pay for my schooling.

Nope.

My mom asked if I had figured out how many hours a week I'd need to work to earn an extra $2,000 in 6 weeks. I had not. She suggested that I do so and figure out if I needed 1 or 2 additional part time jobs to get that money.

It was a smack in the face, but I figured it out. And I never asked them for money again because I knew it was on me. In retrospect, it was one of the best things they did for me. But at the time, it sucked.

So my haircut convo with my mom was a microcosm of this^^
But I agree- it was one of her finest parenting moves.
Cut me right off.
Not my brothers tho, interestingly. They are still riding the parents gravy train at 32 and 37 years old. I’m the one that got cut off, and now I’m the only one of us who has their financial shit together.

To piggyback on what Dribble said, I’ve been working in some form or fashion since I was a kid (washing cars, walking dogs, babysitting) and took care of my younger bros... But it didn’t make me a perpetual child. It made me a professional wet blanket!

 

[Suz_anne]

So my haircut convo with my mom was a microcosm of this^^
But I agree- it was one of her finest parenting moves.
Cut me right off.
Not my brothers tho, interestingly. They are still riding the parents gravy train at 32 and 37 years old. I’m the one that got cut off, and now I’m the only one of us who has their financial shit together.

To piggyback on what Dribble said, I’ve been working in some form or fashion since I was a kid (washing cars, walking dogs, babysitting) and took care of my younger bros... But it didn’t make me a perpetual child. It made me a professional wet blanket!

I think working is good for kids. I started babysitting when I was 9 years old. Which is insane to consider now - leaving a 9 year old in charge of an infant?!? Granted, it was only for an hour or two but still.

By the time I was 11, I had an all-day babysitting job in the summer, watching a 3 year old and a 5 year old while their mom worked. No wonder she called every hour or so to check in on us.

My older sister decided to get married when she was 19 and in college. My parents were not thrilled and cut off any financial assistance they were providing. My sister was shocked, but my mom said, "You're making grown- up decisions, so I'm treating you like a grown up."

I think I'm making my mom sound like an ogre, but she's not at all. My father walked out on us and left her to raise 3 little girls. She was determined to raise capable, independent women. And I think she did that very well.

I didn't have any momma's boy brothers.

 

[SassySheDevil]

I don't know what it is! It's a mental block that I just cannot get past!

Honestly I used to have problems swallowing pills also. Still hate the horse pills. But before my Mom passed, prior to having to crush them and hide them also. She used to be able to swallow like 10 at a time without missing a beat. One day, I just kind of decided that if she could do that, I could swallow at least 2 without thinking I was going to die.

Now I can swallow multiples also..

Who knew talking about swallowing pills could sound so kinky..

 

[SassySheDevil]

This question doesn’t apply to Default, who still needs his meds administered via hiding them in applesauce.

But.

When did you know that you were no longer a child? Did you have an a-ha lightbulb moment? Feel like you never had a childhood to begin with? Or maybe you still *are* a big kid.

Was it, maybe, the day your mom closed the parental piggybank and said, “Sorry honey but it sounds like you’re just gonna have to save up for a haircut and pay for it yourself?”

Other than once all the bills started coming to my house, and in my name. I'm not sure I really had that. I always thought I was a grown up.

I was married at 20. I felt so damn adult then. I thought I knew everything about life.
When my kids turned 20. I realized how Not adult I was then.

I think I know when I felt I had to grow up and truly be the adult though. The day my Mom died and I realized I couldn't call her for advice any longer.

Every problem I ever had in my life, every question I ever had. Mom could fix it. She had the answers. All I had to do was pick up the phone and call her. The day that stopped being an option, not only did I Have to grow up. But I died a little at the same time. I changed that day. I had to become that same person to my own kids. But I've never felt like I lived up to her level of "Perfect" My Mom didn't have google. I do.

--- see. Maybe not so grown up, as I'm bawling my eyes out just typing that.

 

[hairball18]

Honestly I used to have problems swallowing pills also. Still hate the horse pills. But before my Mom passed, prior to having to crush them and hide them also. She used to be able to swallow like 10 at a time without missing a beat. One day, I just kind of decided that if she could do that, I could swallow at least 2 without thinking I was going to die.

Now I can swallow multiples also..

Who knew talking about swallowing pills could sound so kinky..

Baby, it is you.

 

[QuietCanadian]

This question doesn’t apply to Default, who still needs his meds administered via hiding them in applesauce.

But.

When did you know that you were no longer a child? Did you have an a-ha lightbulb moment? Feel like you never had a childhood to begin with? Or maybe you still *are* a big kid.

Was it, maybe, the day your mom closed the parental piggybank and said, “Sorry honey but it sounds like you’re just gonna have to save up for a haircut and pay for it yourself?”

I'm still a child, obviously, wait can I say that without getting reprimanded? I'm a child at heart. Better?

Anyway, I've always worked. From the moment I could I had a part time job at a friend of the family business. I probably made too much for a part time job at that age, but I also worked for it. And I stayed there for a long time, even once I was done school, which it paid for most of it without loans. In that job, something happened. I was probably in university and working there for the summer, but the owner was gone and shit hit the fan, like three huge things had to be done and no one would help... So I just did them all through the night, went home to get a couple hours of sleep and started early the next day. Sometimes there's no next person up, it's just you, that's when I when I really learned that and I'd say it changed my work slash adult mentality forever.

But I'm still a kid in a lot of ways. I'm like a good combination of "let's party" and wet blanket. I like to rock and roll all night and part of every day. Basically I'm the human version of a mullet, only far more attractive. Well, a bit more attractive. OK likely as attractive, it really depends how you feel about mullets.

 

[Trekka]

Other than once all the bills started coming to my house, and in my name. I'm not sure I really had that. I always thought I was a grown up.

I was married at 20. I felt so damn adult then. I thought I knew everything about life.
When my kids turned 20. I realized how Not adult I was then.

I think I know when I felt I had to grow up and truly be the adult though. The day my Mom died and I realized I couldn't call her for advice any longer.

Every problem I ever had in my life, every question I ever had. Mom could fix it. She had the answers. All I had to do was pick up the phone and call her. The day that stopped being an option, not only did I Have to grow up. But I died a little at the same time. I changed that day. I had to become that same person to my own kids. But I've never felt like I lived up to her level of "Perfect" My Mom didn't have google. I do.

--- see. Maybe not so grown up, as I'm bawling my eyes out just typing that.

i've been having an experience along these lines because of this covid stuff (although clearly not the same, my mom is still alive, and i don't want to minimize your loss, Sassy)

but my parents are in, like, defcon 5 isolation, agoraphobic, have barely seen them in six months and they live two miles away. they don't support me financially, but they definitely mean a lot to me emotionally. and my kids!

and now they're. just. gone.

they're hard even to talk to, because every conversation degenerates into a melee of political hate speech, regurgitation of fear mongering news articles, how twitter told them they should feel today, etc. one must walk on eggshells, and that blows goats.

it's as if i've lost them. i haven't, physically. but mentally and emotionally, my folks have exited stage left.

it's been a bit of a gut punch.

the sandwich generation deal is no joke. another major adulting milestone: check.

 

[SassySheDevil]

i've been having an experience along these lines because of this covid stuff (although clearly not the same, my mom is still alive, and i don't want to minimize your loss, Sassy)

but my parents are in, like, defcon 5 isolation, agoraphobic, have barely seen them in six months and they live two miles away. they don't support me financially, but they definitely mean a lot to me emotionally. and my kids!

and now they're. just. gone.

they're hard even to talk to, because every conversation degenerates into a melee of political hate speech, regurgitation of fear mongering news articles, how twitter told them they should feel today, etc. one must walk on eggshells, and that blows goats.

it's as if i've lost them. i haven't, physically. but mentally and emotionally, my folks have exited stage left.

it's been a bit of a gut punch.

the sandwich generation deal is no joke. another major adulting milestone: check.

I get it. Don't worry. You didn't minimize anything. Separation is pain.

Honestly. I can say for the first time since losing both my parents. I'm glad they aren't here for all this Covid stuff. I'd be scared to death for them. And I can see clearly how hard that is for you. I saw my parents all the time. I was very close to them. They were very close to my kids.
I'd have been the one afraid to be around them. So this would have separated us also.

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

When did you know that you were no longer a child?

I don't remember ever really feeling like a child, feeling loved and nurtured and knowing someone had my back. My parents split when I was four, and for the next ten years, I lived with my mother and her host of unmedicated mental health issues. In Jr.High, I went to live with my dad and step-mom, who were cool and distant and concerned with performance and public appearances. It wasn't better, just different.

When I was twenty, and had disappointed my dad for the zillionth time, he gave me the very inspirational 'shape up or ship out' speech. Of course his intention was that I would get back in line with his You Will Conform To My Plan approach to parenting, but all I heard was 'You're a loser.'. So I did the unthinkable and I shipped out. I wasn't excited, I was terrified, but I was also completely over living in a house where I wasn't wanted.

I don't recall having a sense of moving from childhood into adulthood, I just remember knowing unquestioningly that the only person I could depend on was me.

 

[SassySheDevil]

okay I saw this and laughed.

 

[Trekka]

I totally have a favorite spatula.