greenmangostudio

‎I just want to share an absolutely unforgettable, hardcore commuting experience from back when I was working in Manila. It was a spiritual battle of cosmic proportions. ‎ ‎It started at work. My stomach hurt so bad that I literally had to temporarily stop breathing just to endure the hellish, stinging sensation. Realizing I couldn't function, I tapped out to head home. The plan: take a jeepney to another jeepney station, then head to the bus terminal. ‎ ‎ ‎I realized I ran out of change and only had a ₱1000 bill. I had to wander around the market completely lightheaded, dizzy, and fighting a lethal combo of acid reflux and aggressive diarrhea, begging vendors to break the bill. Because it was early/slow, everyone turned me down. I was so frustrated and desperate. Luckily, a legendary jeepney conductor saw my soul leaving my body and just gave me ₱20—enough for one trip. To that man: you are a literal guardian angel. ‎ ‎I finally made it to the bus terminal and immediately sprinted...

Obligatory “not actually today”. This was back when I was working at a very busy convenience store chain at the front counter. I was very friendly with most of our regulars and got consistently good reviews, but unbeknownst to most people, I’m autistic/ADHD and just very good at masking when in Customer Service mode. But sometimes the mask slips and it slips BAD. Like painful for everyone involved. A regular customer has his service dog with him all the time. This is a legit service animal, not an emotional support dog - he’s extremely well behaved and trained to support this customer for seizures if I remember correctly. Now, if you’re like me, you know that you are not supposed to touch a service animal without asking. Frankly, I don’t think you should ever touch ANY pet without asking, because you don’t know how the animal will react. But if you’re like me, you also know people are idiots and assholes and don’t care about things like that. On this particular day, I ring up Dog O...

In my defense, this wasn’t my first time on crutches. I had already gone through this whole ordeal once before on the other side. Total non weight bearing for 3 months, partial non weight bearing for 3 months. I thought I was an expert. I remember waking up from surgery and PT coming by to teach me to do stairs. I tried to decline. I remembered from last time (I even took notes!) but no, they had me do it again “just in case.” I remember all the discharge instructions from the surgeon and the nurses encouraging me to rest and to slow down. I remember distinctly thinking in my head “I know, I know, I know” and biting my tongue to keep from rushing them because I really just wanted to go home. Did I listen? I was on the phone and needed to go downstairs. I remember telling this to my friend. He asked if I needed to go? “No, it’s fine. I can do both.” Idiot. I held my phone up to my ear with my shoulder and used my hands for the crutches. Made it about halfway before I m...

For some details. I put my toddler in an early preschool prep class. It's one or two times a week and kids get left with teachers for about an hour. Classes are small 5-7 kids with two teachers. This small classroom setting makes it so that parents typically get rather close as they tend to hang out while waiting for their children. I do not do this. I take that hour and do my weekly grocery shopping. My wife sometimes does stay but she only occasionally does. Now he's been in this for about a year now. And the class occasionally sets up holiday get-togethers. With other classes bigger groups and parents bring food kinda like a big potluck. For safety reasons everyone has to disclose what is in the food. You never know what someone might be allergic to. And about a year ago in the fort gathering my wife said I made amazing cookies and offered for me to bake for the event. That was fine with me I made the cookies and everyone loved them. Especially a certain group of moms ...

TL;DR: After Dog sitting for almost a month, Watching my cousin and brother together, and now having to dog sit again i am burned out so i asked my sister to watch my brother and all she did was make him miserable. ———————————————————— 19M, I’ll do almost anything for money if someone asks. That’s just the kind of man i am. Sorry for word vomit, I am upset. Last month I was watching my stepdads dogs for money, they weren’t hard to watch but one of them was extremely energetic. Immediately after that was done my little brother was coming back home after being with my aunt for almost a year since my mom was overseas and I was in college (graduated yay). It actually inter lapped for a few days. In exchange for this favor she wanted my mom to watch my cousin, she then offered me money to watch both if them and I said sure because I didn’t want her stressed. I really want to take the burden off my mom so I started helping more. To be clear my brother isn’t the issue, he’s 6 and my...

Three things to know : I weightlift often, I have no abdominal definition, I go to physical therapy a lot. I've been fairly athletic for about 5 years, turning myself around with regular running and weightlifting. I always include ab work in the routine, planks and crunches and stuff. 3 years ago I started doing long distance running and I ran a half-marathon after preparing for 2 months. After the race I noticed developing knee pains, so I started physical therapy to strengthen my support muscles. Immediately the therapist noticed a lack of hip flexor developed but we focused on quads. The results were mixed but sufficient, and I also got some insoles to help my posture. Then a few months ago I turned to a more strength-training oriented workout. Lots of squats, deadlifts and bench presses. One day as I'm warming up my hips give out beneath me. I'm back in physical therapy, now working on hip mobility and core stability. Once again, my therapist sees that I have n...