Have I told y’all about my husband’s Fork Theory? If I did already, pretend I didn’t, I’m an old.
So the Spoon Theory is a fundamental metaphor used often in the chronic pain/chronic illness communities to explain to non-spoonies why life is harder for them. It’s super useful and we use that all the time. But it has a corollary. You know the phrase, “Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” right? Well, Fork Theory is that one has a Fork Limit, that is, you can probably cope okay with one fork stuck in you, maybe two or three, but at some point you will lose your shit if one more fork happens. A fork could range from being hungry or having to pee to getting a new bill or a new diagnosis of illness. There are lots of different sizes of forks, and volume vs. quantity means that the fork limit is not absolute. I might be able to deal with 20 tiny little escargot fork annoyances, such as a hangnail or slightly suboptimal pants, but not even one “you poked my trigger on purpose because you think it’s fun to see me melt down” pitchfork.
This is super relevant for neurodivergent folk. Like, you might be able to deal with your feet being cold or a tag, but not both. Hubby describes the situation as “It may seem weird that I just get up and leave the conversation to go to the bathroom, but you just dumped a new financial burden on me and I already had to pee, and going to the bathroom is the fork I can get rid of the fastest.”
Being in college is so weird. One day I'm a 1930's housewife and another I'm in a cemetery reciting poems about dead people.
Living with chronic illness means learning to use your left foot to drive (while on a busy road alone in the car) because your right leg became extremely painful to move.
I love watching gamers look at a part of a video game that is not supposed to be accessible (or one that becomes accessible later in the game) and then try to get in there. And when they do, they can't get out and panic or get angry. It's pure comedy.
"These hands may be broken, but they can still be thrown." - ChronicallyE
Vent art about joint pain
Penelope and Odysseus remind me of Fergus and Elinor from Brave.
The power she holds in a room full of men and a husband that would kill for her is something I can't get enough of.
If you see me shivering while eating ice cream, mind your own fucking business. I'm living life how I want to and not even God can stop me from making poor decisions.
This has forced me to make a really terrible decision. Absolutely do not click this link.
hey, pssst. ride the cyclone fans.
you totally shouldn’t click on this link because it totally won’t take you to a google drive folder which totally doesn’t have a full copy of the 2016 production of Ride The Cyclone which definitely isn’t accessible to anyone with the link
because that would just be terrible
It feels like there is a little man under my kneecaps trying to get out
I have the muscle memory of this fucking song from Just Dance