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iampikachuhearmeroar · 3 years

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another unsolicited relationship advice post:

okay. i know that there’s probably thousands of relationship advice posts on here. but anyway. to my younger followers, if i have any:

if anyone that you’ve just met declares that you’re “girlfriend material” or “boyfriend material” and that you must simply meet their parents NOW! or some other ridiculously short interval (like a week say), instead of, idek, like a month or two into your relationship, know that that is a possible red flag for trying to push the relationship too fast.

i say this as again, bc on some buzzfeed fb post about supposed “nice guys” i commented about my high school stalker/creeper from 2012/2013. who, when i first met him in 2012 at public school, he insisted that after two days of knowing him that i simply “have to meet my (his) mum and my sisters right now! bc you’re girlfriend material and i LOVE you!”

like woah! dude! i’ve known you for a grand total of two fucking days! i absolutely don’t have to meet your family RIGHT NOW (although if i’d ever been stupid enough to actually date my stalker back then, i would’ve had to meet his mum or one of his 4 sisters/all of them at once; at some point anyway…. bc they would’ve had to drive us to dates etc bc neither of us had our Ps (provisional drivers licence here in aus) yet at the time)). because i’m pretty sure the normal window is about 1-2 months? maybe 3-4 months? why the fuck are you so obsessed with the term “girlfriend material”??? what the actual FUCK does that EVEN mean?? get away from me. bc this isn’t love. it’s something else, that i can’t put my finger on.

compare this to clear braces boy from catholic school, who literally took almost 3 years to ask me out; and to even ask for my number. when he’d finally asked for my number right before one set of the winter holidays at the end of term 2/before the start of term 3 in 2010, i was so oblivious as to why he wanted my number…. when he’d never wanted it/asked for it before.

so when he called me, while i was still on the bus home from school, i was panicking like “OH FUCK THATS WHY HE WANTED MY NUMBER!!! HE WANTS TO ASK ME OUT!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! WHY THE FUCK AM I SO SLOW AND FUCKING DUMB???!!!” he never pressured me to meet his parents (although at 14/15 it was very obvious that that was a standard practice since we couldn’t drive ourselves anywhere lmao). we were basically on equal footing, except for my slowness with cottoning onto him asking me out and why he asked for my number lol.

CBB had never pressured and harassed me about my virginity. he had NEVER harassed me with porn, most especially while at school, unlike mr creeper who LOVED pulling out his porn filled phone and school laptop to show me his overly violent, degrading and aggressive porn. CBB’s flirting method was showing me norwegian black metal bands (or normal metal bands like parkway drive) and making me watch repeats of family guy on his ipod at lunch bc he loved family guy. he never brought up the term “girlfriend material” ever. he treated me like an actual person. and not his own personal fuck doll, that had holes that were conveniently for sticking his useless and clueless ass teenage dick in, again unlike creeper who was hellbent on wanting to act out his favourite violent etc porn on me to let him “take your virginity in a wonderful weekend of sex down the coast and you have to do all things that I LIKE BC THAT’S THAT AND I SAID SO!!!” 🤮🤮. although if i had progressed further than those few weeks with cbb, and my constant *karen from mean girls voice* *fake cough, fake cough* i’m sick *regina george voice* boo, you whore!” act every time i didn’t turn up on date that he’d asked me on…. maybe he could’ve treated me like that. but i’ll never know lol.

so cbb was unlike mr stalker; who was obsessed with my supposed “girlfriend material” status. mr stalker was obsessed with the fact that i had the ability and audacity to basically tell him “no”, by coyly letting him down with “my dad says i can’t date bc it distracts me from school and getting good marks 🙄😑” (which probably wasn’t true, looking back lmao)….. where he then whined PUBLICLY on facebook about it, with a status like “today sucks”… and then naming and shaming me in the comments when someone asked in the post comments what was wrong like: “*insert my name here* said no! she’s being a bitch!”. that at the time, made me roll my eyes and still does today when i think about it. because bro. i had literally only known you for two fucking days at that point. of course i’m going to say no. what the hell??? two days is nowhere near enough time to know a person well enough (although the conversation we had together on misguided trip to his house one day while we were wagging (skipping class/playing hooky for americans) aboriginal studies told me MORE THAN ENOUGH about his piece of shitness tbh) to “date” them imo.

because to me, the title “girlfriend material” doesn’t mean any fucking thing. but when it comes from a creep like mr stalker; it means “you’ll be my girlfriend forever and have my kids bc you’re such a nice girl and you’ll fix me bc that’s what nice girls like you do; bc you’re SO LOYAL AND NICE!” which i also saw as a MASSIVE RED FLAG back then, because we were literally 16yo kids (he literally told me this when we were on his bed in his bedroom in the aforementioned misguided trip to his house). and i also saw it as a red flag bc…. just because i’m “loyal” and “nice” doesn’t mean that i’ll spend LITERAL Y E A R S trying to “fix you” while you fuck around and never bother to change your behaviour all bc you think it’s “girly” to do just that. it definitely DOES NOT MEAN that i’ll have KIDS with you, what the actual fuck. like i’m a hopeless romantic, to an extent, mr creeper. but not to the extent where i’ll give myself up to someone like you, all because i’m “nice and caring” and it’s apparently what “nice girls do!!!” or whatever else fucked up guilt trip views you’ve got on why girls/women supposedly have to waste their time with and on you.

and also, on another front. CBB never FOLLOWED me home (considering he lived in a suburb 20mins away from mine lmao and we both lived at least 15mins away from the catholic school we attended) despite me telling him REPEATEDLY to “fuck off and walk home your way”….. whereas unfortunately, mr creeper lived just over the other side of my suburb.

so one day mr creeper decided to stalk me home (despite me saying the above “fuck off and walk home your way” comment constantly to him in the 10min walk home). and then when we got to my street and in front of my house he decided to joke that “oh now i know where your house and bedroom are, i’ll come to hide under your bed naked one day!!!! and when you get home (bc i’ll obvs do it when you’re out doing something), you’ll just have to FUCK ME because you’ll be so surprised that im there and ready to fuck you!” as if i’d be so overcome with supposed lust & love for him, after knowing that he’d broken into my room against my will and messed with my shit….. all for some cutesy love prank…. like in, idk, love actually (???) or himym (specifically the “naked man!” episode from season 4) or some other shitty romcom. bc no. you’re overstepping SO MANY fucking boundaries that i’d literally call the police on your stupid fucking stalker ass. what the actual fuck.

finally, cbb never forced me to try to kiss him, unlike mr stalker…. who whenever he got the chance, he’d grab my head and force me to kiss him…. and then gave me back the utterly disgusting & controlling GALL to tell me that i was “kissing wrong” and whinge/bitch that i “wasn’t into it”. and then he’d force me to kiss him again with a “im so sorry does this fix it 🥰🥺???” like NO???!!! forcefully kissing me DOES NOT FUCKING FIX ANYTHING YOU STUPID CUNT! please just get the FUCK away from me. like if you force me into anything, of course i’m not going to enthusiastically enjoy it??? and moreover, don’t you think it’s YOU who is “kissing wrong” (whatever the FUCK that bullshit actually means) and not me???? why do you think GRABBING MY HEAD and FORCING me to kiss you is appropriate in ANY of these situations????

just. to end this. to anyone and everyone, regardless of their gender/sexuality/age etc. NEVER trust anyone who uses the term “girlfriend material”/“boyfriend material”, to describe you, most especially when you’ve JUST MET them.

they’re using it as a means to control you and possibly trap you into an unhealthy (or potentially abusive) relationship like i would’ve had with my stalker/creeper. but most especially, this goes out to my younger followers, if i have any. be aware of this. watch out for the small red flags and run at the earliest time.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess #i’ve probably said this before lol #i can’t remember though

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norahastuff · 5 years

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I’ve been asked a few times “Do you think Destiel is going to be canon?”, and though I’ve kind of addressed it on replies to posts and stuff before, I guess it’s time I should answer it directly. Or as directly as I can anyway, which with me involves a lot of rambling and tangents :L

I’ve loved Dean and Cas’ relationship from the beginning. It was complex, intense and fascinating. They are both rich, well crafted characters and their interactions led not only to a very interesting dynamic developing between them, but also to more nuance in their own individual characterisations. However it wasn’t until 9x06 that I started to see their relationship as romantic, or at the very least, as having strong romantic undertones.

Don’t get me wrong, there were many times before that, when watching scenes between them that I raised an eyebrow and thought hmm alright then...actually I’ll list some of them:

4x21 - the scene in the junkyard with Dean and Cas staring at each other for like a solid 30 secs or so.

5x18 - Dean making sexual comments to Cas and then winking at him? That was a major eyebrow raise.

6x20 - Basically the whole thing. It was very much framed as a break up and even if you weren’t looking at it romantically, the longing and heartbreak were clearly evident from beginning to end.

7x17 - The montage of Cas getting his memories back, which was essentially a Destiel fanvid. Dean keeping Cas’ trenchcoat the whole time Cas was gone and then wordlessly presenting it to him. I now know there was some additional dialogue that was cut, but to me that scene works perfectly. Cas is overwhelmed by the memories of all his mistakes suddenly flooding back. He can’t cope with the pain and guilt, so Dean pulls the coat out of his trunk. Earlier with Emmanuel, Dean admits that he can usually get past loss and betrayal, but there was something different about Cas and he just can’t understand what it was. And yet, he kept the coat. The look that they both share when he pulls it out of the trunk conveys perfectly that they know how significant this one action is.

(Okay this got long so I’ll put the rest under a cut)

8x07 - Dean thinking he’s hallucinating Cas. The conversation Sam and Dean have, after he thinks he’s seen Cas in the middle of the night outside his window. The conversation that Dean and Cas have that keeps getting interrupted.

8x17 - I mean come on. Being forced to kill thousands of copies of Dean. Breaking out of mind control while gripping his wrist and pleading “I need you”...yeah...

8x22 - Dean being mad at Cas. Cas being sad and forlorn about Dean being mad at him. The two of them just gazing into each others eyes, Sam looking between them and then loudly coughing to get their attention. I actually remember having to pause the ep because I was laughing so hard at this scene.

8x23 - Bar convo, cupid, m/m couple at the bar.

Honestly I’m sure there were more, that is just the stuff I definitely remember that struck me on my first watch. And still even with all that, I didn’t really consider their relationship romantic. I think to me it was an intense ambiguous thing with a certain “je ne sais quoi” about it (sorry I can’t think of a better descriptor for how I thought of it.) It wouldn’t have surprised me if someone told me they were romantic, but it also wasn’t something I was actively thinking about, and since I was watching the show in a vacuum - I didn’t know anything about it at all before I started watching, and didn’t look up anything about it to avoid spoilers till I had caught up - I didn’t really consider it very much.

And then came 9x06.

From Dean rushing out the door as soon as he got Cas’ call, to him standing outside the Gas n’ Sip intensely watching Cas through the window. Dean is so happy and excited to see Cas, but Cas...his face when he’s suddenly confronted with Dean is hurt, surprised and disbelieving all at once. It’s obvious how heartbroken he is by Dean forcing him to leave the bunker. There’s a very clear ‘’here comes my ex who dumped me and i’m mad at him but still not over him” vibe running through this whole scene.

Then there was their pre-date car scene and the much sadder post-date one, where Dean asks Cas “where to?” and Cas just looks at him and gets in the car. Not to mention the final one in the morning when they say goodbye. Everything unsaid is just hanging in the air, it’s very clear that neither of them want the other to leave but that they also both know they have to. And just when you think, alright - it’s over, you see Dean sitting in the car watching Cas walk away into the store.

As a sidenote: I’m not really a shipper, romantic relationships or the desire for them is never really going to hold my interest for too long in any tv show. For some people it’s really important and it’s what they enjoy the most, which - great! That’s exactly the point of fiction, or any art really, to take what’s meaningful and enjoyable to you from it. I’m not against romance or anything, it’s interesting to explore all kinds of different dynamics and if a romantic relationship is serving that purpose, both for these characters and their individual growth while still being engaging - that’s great.

This was a beautiful and layered episode in many ways, and I loved it immediately, not only for the Dean and Cas stuff but for everything else too, particularly what it said about Cas’ own personal arc and his feelings about what it was to be human. It wasn’t that I watched this episode and was suddenly 100% focused on Dean and Cas being in love, and the show tilted on it’s axis for me or anything. It was genuinely just “oh alright then, I guess the show is actually just writing them as romantic.” It was an interesting but not too surprising revelation for me. In my head Dean and Cas went from a fascinating ambiguous dynamic I enjoyed watching, to a fascinating low(mid) key romantic dynamic that I enjoyed watching. I seriously thought that’s just how they were supposed to be seen and how the show was presenting them. It wasn’t till later when I caught up on the show and looked it up that I even realised there was any kind of debate about this, let alone outright denials.

Ok I’ve rambled for so long now - what does this have to do with canon destiel you may rightly ask? Well I watched this episode, and the fact that Dean and Cas’ relationship was portrayed as romantic was blindingly obvious to me. Misha has revealed in interviews that Jeremy Carver, the showrunner at the time, instructed him to play Cas as a “jilted lover”.

Now people can read that whole passage I’ve written as to why this I see their dynamic as romantic in 9x06, and still claim, “well I don’t see it that way, they just seem like good bros to me”, to which I say ok cool, you don’t see it, but I do. So if I watched that episode and saw them as romantic and later discover that is how they were playing it - how is my interpretation wrong again? I was watching the canon unfold on screen in front of me, exactly how I was supposed to.

And that’s still where I’m stuck on all of this.

I have no control over or knowledge of how their relationship is going to play out. I suspect there’s never been some huge grand plan in the works, and that any plans there have been for Sam, Dean or Cas’ arcs, whether individually or otherwise, have been (and still are) constantly subject to change - which is a good thing. You don’t want any writers to doggedly stick to a stale endgame they decided on years earlier, even if it no longer seems to service the characters as they exist in their current state and place in the story *cough HIMYM*

I just know that there has been a wealth of canon that emphasised the romantic elements present in crafting Dean and Cas’ relationship, and I never doubted that I was seeing them as they were meant to be seen. Including, but not limited to: 9x06, Metatron telling us to pay attention to the subtext in Meta fiction (after which Dean and Cas smile softly at the sound of each other’s voices on the phone), colette parallels, 11x18, Ishim/angel in love with a human/dean being Cas’ human weakness, mixtapes, I’m going to say that again - mixtapes, intense grief arcs or climactic reunions set to rousing soundtracks.

I do truly hope they explicitly address the romantic nature of their relationship in some way in text. I don’t know how/when/if they will, but I do hope so. However, am I supposed to dismiss everything that comes across as romantic to me just because it has not been consummated? I have no agenda, I wasn’t reading into anything or trying to see something that wasn’t there, again I was simply just watching the canon unfold. Not to mention the first time I did see something as unquestionably romantic, it turns out I was supposed to be seeing a “jilted lover”.

This all exists. The storylines/tropes/parallels, the reasons that Dean and Cas come across as romantic to so many people are there.

And they exist regardless of TPTB’s intentions of exploring Destiel as an eventual textual development.

And since I have no control over how their relationship is going to play out, I’m just going to continue watching it, and everything else on the show, exactly the same way I was before I started being told that I was wrong or that it isn’t enough.

#destiel #canon destiel #my spn thoughts #this got super long #feel free to ignore it #just thought i should at least write it down once #9x06

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theprofoundslayer · 6 years

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Thoughts on the Final Buffy Comic Season

So, Buffy comics as we know them just came to an end yesterday. The last season is over and i’m feeling so many things that just tweeting about them is just not enough for me! So, here i am, once again (feeling lost etc etc you can take the girl out of her fandom references, but not the fandom references out of the girl, you know lol), writing down my feelings and thoughts and opinions on tumblr for you all to read and agree or disagree with..

I’m gonna cut to the chase immediately and say that i find the Spuffy break up at the start of Season 12 to be completely unnecessary, OOC, pointless and out of the blue. What? I never said i’m not biased and you know this girl loves her Spuffy. That break up reminded me so much of how Barney and Robin in HIMYM were broken up last minute too, that let’s just say, i was not pleased. It was especially disappointing after all the build up and development they gave both Spike and Buffy individually and as a couple and friends, to the point where even Bangel shippers were ok with the relationship, because Angel had his own relationship and Spuffy was happy and healthy at last! I think what annoys me the most though is that if you take the entire Season 12 and keep Spike and Buffy together during it, then nothing changes! The plot doesn’t change, the story is identical, so that decision to break them up (off screen too, like WTF) added nothing and just broke the hearts of those who invested in Season 10 and Season 11.

I feel like i’m supposed to be grateful they kept them as good friends and showed multiple times they still love each other, but just.. What was the point? It makes no sense. Some people said it was better that Buffy was left single to show she is not a trophy to the vampires or whatever and that she kicks ass and is badass just by herself, which sure, agreed, but having a woman be in a loving relationship that worked and that she craved for years doesn’t take away from someone’s independency and Buffy was never anyone’s trophy anyway. Spike and Angel aren’t trophies either. People can have relationships without that meaning they lose their autonomy.

Which is why that point was lost on me. Like of course i loved that Buffy, and Faith as well for that matter, found a promising career in the police department that will give to them back things they were sacrifising for years for the greater good. That was awesome! I also loved the way they changed the future and made it bright, that gave me hope and strength. However, my rational mind keeps fighting with my shipping heart. Because the last Spuffy scene was beautiful and indicated Spike and Buffy will always be together in one form or another. I even love the way Buffy spoke to Angel after he lost Illyria for the time being. And my Spuffel heart rejoiced at their combined panel at the end. But i still feel underwhelmed.

And i don’t know how to exactly express this feeling.. I’m not disappointed, but i’m also not satisfied. Still certain things in the last scenes were very satisfying, so i like the finale.. But i also don’t? What on earth is happening inside my head right now? Maybe all this is also part of the bittersweet ending of an era. Because i will miss the Comic Seasons.. And ok, would i prefer it if the writers *coughs* Joss Whedon *coughs* were bold and brave and consistent in their creative choices instead of cowardly breaking up Spuffy (LAST MINUTE FOR NO REAL REASON), in order to create drama or what, not alienate shippers? Certainly. Did i feel some things were anticilmatic and repetitive to the point all the nostalgia parallels didn’t work on me? Yes and no. But am i happy at least the Scooby gang is all together and alive and happy and going out as a lovable team? Of course.

All in all, i think we got the happy medium. Sure, it feels a little bit like reheated food in some parts, but no one died and all the characters are happy, even if i’m only half way happy with such an open ending. And who knows, maybe this open ending leaves space for some kind of miniseries that will satisfy my Buffy needs (like the rest of the characters didn’t even have that much to do, they were just there for the action, but i didn’t mention that because i understand there is only so much you can do in 4 comic issues) along with my Spuffy needs too, just like Season 10 and 11 did. Or perhaps it’s better they never touch the characters’ future again, so no more expectations get shut down? I don’t really know what would be better. What i do know is that i will miss my favourite characters anyway and that even if Season 12 was quite weak as a whole, the finale was not half bad and it still made me tear up.

#buffy season 12 #buffy 12x04 #spuffy #btvs meta #buffy meta #btvs comics #buffy comics #long post #my review #(ptff i call my rants reviews now how professional of me xD)#my meta

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kittywildegrrl · 7 years

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MAMA CAT CLAWS HER WAY BACK

Good afternoon from Memphis, darlings! My, but it’s been a while. As I await my delightful bloody Mary here in the friendly confines of the Sun Studio bar & grill on Concourse B, a full two hours before boarding, it seems like a good time to catch up.

Here’s what I started for you on the evening of January 18th:

Good evening, darlings. Here I sit at the bar of VYNL, waiting for the lovely and talented Sharps (Adam & Bethany), that we may dine and catch up. Yes that’s right, Mama’s back in Manhattan. Flying out tomorrow night for Minneapolis, where three Murder Mystery shows and a commercial shoot all await me this weekend.

As you may recall, when last I visited NYC, in October, I was waylaid by illness and spent about half of my month here laying on the couch and ordering Grub Hub. Not as much fun as it sounds, believe you me. The lovely and talented Shannon Haddock, and her equally lovely and talented husband Phillip, gave me not just a place to crash while in the city taking classes and doing auditions, they ended up allowing their living room to be a sick room. For this, I probably owe them like a trip to Europe or something.

That’s when Adam showed up and we got talking politics and Bethany arrived and we had a wonderful meal and good times and solved ALL of the theatre and ALL of the politics. The wine helped. They even bought me dinner. I have a lot of very awesome friends. And later that night, the dreadful Cold From Hell kicked in bigtime. I spent my last day in New York packing and resting up for the plane. Shannon met me at Caffe Reggio (thanks for the tea and carrot soup!) and helped me to the train to the airport. Later that night, I found out how fun it is to receive emergency medical treatment on a plane. Good times.

So the next day, Phil took me to the doctor. My doctor gave me 2 inoculations, a prescription for antibiotics, and a prescription for Prednisone (the miracle steroid). Well one man’s miracle is evidently a MamaCat’s nightmare. The day after finishing the prescription for Prednisone, I started to feel really, really awful. I had thought I was recovering, but ZOOM! Down the rabbit hole of symptoms I went. By 5:30 on a Saturday morning, we were frantically searching for which ER is “In Network” for us. I literally thought I was dying. I told my dog goodbye forever. I gave Phil my last wishes. I really, really thought this was the well-known “It”. I have never been so terrified in my life. It was two days before my 59th birthday and I was crying all the way to the hospital because I knew I would never live to see that birthday.

So we get to the ER, I’m barely able to function, and just as I was asking the admitting personnel, “Can I get some help” -- down I went in a heap. I had been falling down and dropping things for a few days now, and I was pretty sure we were about to find a brain tumor.

Four hours. Saline IV drip, CT scan, chest Xray, CBC, you name it. We probably ran out our entire [idiotically high] out-of-pocket in one morning. And they told me, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Feel free to scream if you wish. I just about did.

For you see, in MamaCat’s innocence and delirium, when they asked me if I felt like I was having mental issues, I didn’t stop with, “Yes, tremendous cognitive issues. I am having trouble (big pause while I reached for the words) accessing polysyllables. That’s not like me.” Oh no. Silly girl. They pursued with, “Are you depressed?” and like a fool, I said, “Yes, frankly, I’ve been experiencing depression since around 6pm on November 8th. You want to make me feel better, get me a REAL President.” The ER doctor, in her wisdom, said, “I’m a doctor. I can’t change who the President is. Do you understand that I can’t do that for you?” Oh, please. Really, ER doctor?? “So, do you feel like you’re losing your mind?” “Yes, I kind of do, that’s what it feels like. I’m certainly not myself.”

I had thought we were discussing what my symptoms felt like. That’s when it took a turn.

“Well, we can’t help you here. We don’t have appropriate facilities here to help someone with your issues. We’re going to hold you until 2pm, when the psychiatrist can accompany you to an appropriate facility.”

WHAT the actual FUCK???

Oh yeah.

They wanted MamaCat committed.

My husband refused their request on my behalf, I refused their request on my own behalf, and that’s when the ER doctor informed me, “I’m sorry We can’t let you go. You have to be moved to the appropriate facility, where they have people who can help you.” Sweet bleeding cheeses on the cracker. Can’t LET me go?! Wanna hear MY thoughts on the subject?!?!

Husband Cat, being the hero that he is, politely (and with Captain Kirk-level firmness) informed the staff that what his wife needed was to be on the couch at home with Nellie the Yaris. (Our rescue dog is the most unique mutt, so we gave her a breed name. She’s a One-Eyed Yaris.) And he was right! But they were pretty nasty about it. They thought they had landed ‘em a big ol’ Crazee and they were most reluctant to catch and release. Nevertheless, we went right the hell home, and I slept something like 20 of the next 24 hours. Also, the film and the gigs? Didn’t happen for me that weekend. You saw that coming, didn’t you?

When I woke up, I was SO much better. Weak as the proverbial kitten, but clear of mind and ready for coffee. The thing is, I had been so out of it that it never occurred to me to simply look up my symptom set online. Me. Little Miss Research. Didn’t think to go to the Google machine. Guess what? That’s one of the many, many symptoms of a bad Prednisone reaction. Here a few of the symptoms I experienced:

agitation

blurred vision

decrease in the amount of urine

dizziness

fast, slow, pounding, or irregular heartbeat or pulse

headache

irritability

mood changes

numbness or tingling in the arms or legs

pounding in the ears

shortness of breath

trouble thinking, speaking, or walking

troubled breathing at rest

abdominal or stomach pain

backache

cough or hoarseness

diarrhea

dry mouth

eye pain

fainting

fever or chills

heartburn or indigestion (severe and continuous)

increased thirst

loss of appetite

lower back or side pain

muscle pain or tenderness

muscle wasting or weakness

pain in the back, ribs, arms, or legs

painful or difficult urination

sweating

trouble healing

trouble sleeping

unusual tiredness or weakness

vision changes

(source: WebMD, drugs.com)

One MD, one EMT, 2 nurses, and a PA, and nobody thought “drug reaction”. We had brought them the very pill containers themselves, so that they would have complete information right up front as to what I had been taking. And they thought, “Crazy Lady must be Mental” before anybody thought, “drug reaction”.

(”We thought ‘Indian headdress’ before we thought ‘hat’” -- HIMYM)

Well, guess what? I’m fixin’ to find out if that’s actionable, cats and kittens. MamaCat don’t allow no BS ‘round here. Smells like malpractice.

Anyway… all I have now is the good old “UPTA flu,” which is contracted by bringing about 700 theatre makers together for a long weekend, on planes from all over, so we can all audition and hug and so forth. It’s been a fun winter for respiratory contagions of all varieties, all over the country, and those of us who have been on a lot of planes are having the most fun with that. And I have learned a little something about my relationship with Prednisone – I had been given a smaller Prednisone dosage in Cortland when I was so sick during KITCHEN WITCHES and had experienced milder versions of these symptoms, but never connected it with the steroid. I think it is not good for me. Good for some people, but not for MamaCat.

Well, as I said to some beloved producers I saw at UPTA, I may as well avoid steroids altogether. If I want to switch careers to Major League Baseball, I’d never make it to Cooperstown if there were steroids involved. And the way my Minnesota Twins play, the MLB is a viable option for me.

Love you, darlings. Be well. Do good work. Meow.

#actorslife #upta2017 #liveandlearn themoreyouknow happytobealive

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