That’s really lovely! Are you still friends or in contact with them today?

I was taken under the wing of a motherly school friend after I was ostracized and bullied by previous ‘friend’ group…I got my diagnosis 30+ years later

The bf has had a load of tests over the past fortnight as he has a mass on his lung, we get the results on the 27th

I don’t like Christmas anyway, and the fact that 5 years ago we were waiting again, over Christmas for my brothers cancer diagnosis, which turned out to be terminal…so it’s already a shitty time of year.

If I didn’t have my parents, me and the bloke would just stay at home, have poached eggs on toast and not bother with any of it…

I quite often do this for art books, I find it easier on my eyes reading text on the pirate ebook version (I can make the font as big as I need), but use the hardcopy for eyeing up the pictures

Seconding the massage gun, I had terrible muscle pain around my knee for over a year and after using one it went. I nearly fell off the bed as there wasn’t any pain. I’m now trying to loosen up the ligament/tendon around the knee and in my hip as it’s still tight…It’s really nice to be able to go on a long walk and not be in pain or having to use sticks when going downhill

I know I may sound like an Amazon review, but the difference is amazing, and also reassuring as I thought I would be heading over hill into pain and general decrepitude…I’m also using it to loosen up the bf’s knotty shoulders and bad back

That is excellent to hear!

Makes me look at this differently now

Non tech background (art education), but I do like a minor bit of tech tinkering and tweaking

Aiming to remain semi retired for as long as possible doing a couple of hours work a day…

The rest of the time? I have several art projects to occupy me, and now I’ve migrated over from reddit to here I have more time available for that.

I have also created a few art subs here that I’m hoping to set up properly soon, and see where they go

While I fortunately don’t have Crohns, I do have periods of horrible IBS so I can relate to the demon-farts, one evening in the park, my bf had to run away from me after I dropped a stinker, this was outside

Clearing a dance floor though? Respect