IME it comes back quickly if you ease back in but if you just go out to the bar and knock back 6 shots at once like you used to the EMTs very much will be scraping you out of a ditch. That’s how most experienced addicts OD, by not thinking about it and remembering to slow the fuck down with their dosing after holding together sobriety for a while.

Well here’s my worst: I relapsed after having dropped my tolerance and the EMTs scraped me out of a ditch and took me to my job, although thank God I don’t work in the ED. Apparently I said something to the effect of “just let me die” which wound up getting me a babysitter (suicidaldrunksitter?) and wound up having to talk to a pgy-2 who very clearly (and nervously) recognized me. Fortunately my hospital is relatively with it on the evidence-based-practice even in behavioral health so he knew to wait until I was sober again to do a full assessment, because that would’ve been a whole week down the drain in grippy sock jail.

I think polyamory is an immutable part of someone’s sexual orientation as much as the gender preference spectrum (homo/heterosexual) and the intensity/situationalness (ace/gray-ace/demi). I think some people just naturally see sex and intimate relationships as something they can do openly with multiple people and some people just don’t. I think it will become more acceptable for the people who see sex that way to find each other and express their love that way, the same as with all the other sexual relationships between consenting adults are becoming more acceptable. But the same way it would be silly to say we’ll all be homosexual eventually I don’t think we’ll all be poly someday either.

No I did it because the comment suggested it and it seemed like a cool idea. When someone programs a wholeass bot just to make it easy for me to be nice, I’m much obliged.

Addictions often stem from a lack of stimulating activities or connection to others. The recent retirement supports this, as he would have lost both at that time. So he needs to get into some hobby that’s less likely to leave him homeless, but that is gonna fill those needs. You gotta find him somewhere to go that’s outside the house that he can:

1. mostly rest/vegetate
2. occasionally get rewarded
3. do either alone or with a trusted friend
4. consume mind altering substances while vegetating (usually alcohol)

With all this in mind I now realize why there’s so many jokes about old dudes fishing. Do with that what you will.

But yeah. You should start some kind of multi generational hobby club for how to sit around and all be dudes together. There’s probably some younger men out there who missed that part during COVID too so like. And figure out some activity that’s not going to be horribly boring to the younger adults that won’t be horribly overstimulating to the older adults.

I’ve always thought the answer to the whole men’s mental health crisis we’re seeing today (I work in inpatient mental health) was getting men to connect better with each other in addition to women. A lot of guys say they weren’t taught to talk about their feelings which means not only are they losing a lot of opportunity for emotional validation, but they’re losing that validation from where it would matter most; the people most like them. I say this because a bunch of young male patients keep asking me for life advice and I’m like bruh we both know nothing I say is gonna make a lick of sense I wasn’t raised in that box.

Wait do you know about “Will You Help Me Repair My Door?” or the Lawsuit?

Less restrictive environment so it takes us a second to get it reported. I wonder if lemmy has or could have a 30 day limit until you can interact with outside instances. Seems like a cool feature for federation in general. Would make it harder to make spam accounts.

Not true! You also have to be significantly lucky. I’ve met plenty of egocentric psychopaths who are stuck in small-time hustles and utterly pissed about it.

Also scribus can be extremely clunky if you need to make flyers inkscape may be easier.

So I work 12 but because I’m a night nurse a lot of the time it’s just being there and monitoring, then occasionally doing something if the monitoring indicates the need. And particularly in psychiatry, a lot of the monitoring is passive. Sure I’ll go personally check on people every few hours (the techs do 15 minute checks) but a lot of my monitoring is poking my head out of the nursing station to whisper-yell “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE” or jumping up when the floorstaff move too fast (some of our security who know me well will actually frantically gesture at me to sit the fuck back down they’re just showing their buddy a meme they got excited about).

I’m a nurse and we were taught to educate patients at the fifth grade level as well. Believe it or not, the sex ed level is even lower! The average American seems to struggle with such topics as “it’s bad to touch or be touched when the person being touched doesn’t like it” and “don’t put random household objects in your butthole.”

No it’s like. A chemical thing. I’ve been drinking a six pack or more every night off (and I only work three days a week) for like six months. I’ve spent literally over half my life shitfaced for the past six months. That causes fundamental neurochemical changes.

Now my brain just doesn’t hit the dopamine button as hard or as often for things that used to be a lot of fun. So everything just feels really cold and empty and I know my brain will heal eventually but in the meantime that’s the hardest part.

I’ve tried quitting over and over in that time, and this is always the part that gets me. Withdrawal has gotten pretty straightforward, since I do it to prepare for work every week. It’s just shaking and cold sweats and hallucinations for 12 hours, which you can get surprisingly good at.

After that I can manage a few days at a time but eventually I’m just so depressed and I know it’ll make it better for a day so I wind up doing it anyway. It’s not something you can rationalize or just “get over.” You just have to slog through it until your brain rewires itself again.

For me it’s the crushing anhedonia. Nothing is fun.

I’ve got 24h wish me luck!

I hear the instantpot was actually a common solution for remote medical facilities before they went under. Any pressure cooker would do though, as I understand it.

I don’t wash my hands at work to be sterile (most of the time). “Sterile” is different from “clean” in the terms I’m formally educated in. To follow that analogy I just want my info to be “clean.” I want to remove most of the stuff from immediate public access periodically. I utilize other stuff too like periodically changing usernames and whatnot, same as I change an isolation gown or strip and wash my clothes as soon as I get home. None of that guarantees perfect removal of 100% of microbes, and this won’t prevent all people ever from accessing my info. But that’s no reason to never even rinse my digital ass. I just want a digital-ass bidet, not a digital autoclave.

I don’t wash my hands at work to be sterile (most of the time). “Sterile” is different from “clean” in the terms I’m formally educated in. To follow that analogy I just want my info to be “clean.” I want to remove most of the stuff from immediate public access periodically. I utilize other stuff too like periodically changing usernames and whatnot, same as I change an isolation gown or strip and wash my clothes as soon as I get home. None of that guarantees perfect removal of 100% of microbes, and this won’t prevent all people ever from accessing my info. But that’s no reason to never even rinse my digital ass. I just want a digital-ass bidet, not a digital autoclave.

No its more like. I’m not gonna let capitalism lie to me about whether or not I need five different flavors of cinnamon toast crunch (one of which will specifically target my interests / demographics!) to feel fulfilled.

That’s been going on way since the boomers and at least formally since the ww2 generation.

Telling you that you need all of these #options plus an #attractive celebrity to identify with and tell you which flavor to like is waaay older than anyone still alive now.

Well. There are some jobs that like. Aren’t actually real. Instagram influencers for instance. You don’t need somebody wiggling their ass or abs at you and telling you their favorite cereal flavor if the goal is just to sell decent cereal instead of inventing a bunch of wierdass subflavors based on marvel characters to try and get people to buy shit they don’t actually need for way too much money.

Utopia has always been a process, never a destination. You will never be able to elect humans that will act in your interests forever. You must stay alert and aware of the happenings around you and constantly advocate for yourself and those who can’t.