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Cake day: March 8th, 2025

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  • So I feel slightly bad about this now, but I know there was a solid year where I didn’t wash my calves and below. I had been moved to a 0330 hours start time, and I was just a zombie when getting ready for work. I finally had adjusted everything after that year, and then it just hit me one day that I hadn’t been washing my calves or feet. I would just get in the shower, and then go head to thigh and get out. Neither the spouse or I shave the legs, so it’s not like that was taking care of the problem either.

    And you know what? No one noticed. Not me, not coworkers, not the spouse, not the kids, not the dog (well, I don’t really know if the dog noticed), not extended family members that I saw once in a while, and nobody that ever said anything at the beach/pool. My skin looked the same, I didn’t have any extra odor… So I don’t know. I’m just one data point, but I sort of get the whole ‘no bathing’ movement. It’s maybe possible to get to the point where simply rinsing off muck and obvious grime is enough without having to scrub or clean. My personal opinion is that it would be nearly impossible in the more ‘yucky’ areas, like the groin and armpits, and you definitely want to have good care of the oils on your face and back/shoulders.

    Sucking toes may not have been in there, but plenty of feet intimate moments did occur without issue. /shrug




  • Just repeating what the others said, but the 40 hour work week is brutal enough on balancing home and family. When I would pull overtime shifts and work 60-80 hour weeks, only a fool would have been able to look at what was going on and call it reasonable. I’d come home from work, if it was day 6 I would throw the clothes in the wash, crawl into bed, wake up and shower, put on the work uniform, and go back to work.

    Food was whatever restaurant or fast food joint a coworker was heading to, and maybe some peanut butter or crackers at home.

    I was single then, and no kids or true responsibilities outside of work. It would have been insanity to try and add significant chores and child-rearing to that timetable, and any romance with the partner would be impossible. It doesn’t have anything to do with gaming, much less your wife and family.











  • It’s definitely a little weird. Just about thing first thing you realize (or should), is that sugar=carbs. You also know, and are told repeatedly, what to avoid (and thus what to go for in the case of an emergency). The nurses/doctors always told us that the expensive shit wasn’t necessary. The glucagon shot is expensive, and only is really needed if you’re unconscious, which makes it sort of useless to carry because the people around you who know you’re diabetic are (I guess maybe not…) usually informed enough to shove something like orange juice or soda at you, well before you go unconscious. You (or the parent) keep something like soda, cake frosting / honey, or candy bars in proximity. Heck, I use granola bars because those little shits will spike the blood sugar faster than a candy bar, and they don’t melt. My car has them, my backpack has them; I once carried the little juicy juice boxes but those spoil faster in heat/cold/physical bruising cycles of being carried around.

    Even in just the context of day-to-day life, I know to control the blood sugar by what I eat. If I’m going low, I can have a very small amount of those no-no items, like soda or a candy bar. I also know that if I consume that, the blood sugar will spike before the insulin kicks in (it’s really hard to give the insulin ahead enough of time to stop the spike without also driving the blood sugar low first). It’s why they’re avoided in the first place. That makes the poor girl’s lack of awareness of it sound really, really odd.

    It sucks that she felt embarrassed about it. I get tired of the comments/thoughts that behaviors are diabetes-driven from people who know me, so I get it. It can be quite the source of amusement though. There are stories in my family of the ones with diabetes doing some crazy things, and I’ve got a few of my own that I joke about. Waking up with a low blood sugar makes me think the dreams were real, as an example. Sure, everyone’s got some sleep paralysis thoughts, but try huddling under your covers for an entire morning thinking you’re about to get busted by cops for murdering abe lincoln.