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A question for you guys:

Is there really any food or substance which (in your personal experience) ACTUALLY works as an aphrodisiac?

I know there's a lot of mythology out there (oysters and so on), but does anything really, truly increase libido?

(Other than any drug that's actually meant to, like Viagra. Viagra might not actually be officially considered an aphrodisiac, but considering some of the second-hand accounts I've heard of its effects on people, I think it might as well be one.)

I'm just wondering if there's something I'm doing or eating differently lately that I could STOP doing or eating.

I am taking more Dexedrine for school, but since I'm ingesting it orally, I would think that it wouldn't have the same effects as amphetamines taken recreationally. (Besides, I'm pretty sure that's just meth, and doesn't apply to Dex whether I was snorting it or not.) And the only thing I think I'm really eating that much more of is salad, and well.

Eggs, button mushrooms and spinach aren't aphrodisiacs, are they? I really wouldn't think so.

I have hoooomewooork! Eleven pages of how globalization is affecting the Muslim world, and a debate on the "clash of civilizations" tomorrow to prepare for - to say nothing of my geography quiz to study for, my programming readings, my film study readings, and all the math I'm behind on.

(Why yes, I did spend today in bed in agony with my shitty back! Missed my first class because I was so tired I slept in, and then when I woke up, I was physically unable to get out of bed. So I spent all day in bed with a heating pad, and finally made it up and loosened up with heat patches. FTL.

Which leaves me even more to catch up on. Sigh.)

And this is very distracting on a day-to-day basis. How do you some of you people cope?!

Edit: Apparently there's a keyboard shortcut for "post." Wish I knew what THAT was so I could avoid it.

So I had quite the fun day yesterday.

( I got assaulted! Wheeee! )

After THAT, Boss Lady invited me out to a movie with her and her daughter (who also works at the store) after work. (She felt very guilty, I think.) I was very reluctant to agree to go, since I felt like I was going to fall down and fall unconscious (if not necessarily faint) much of the morning, and I figured I'd just want to go home and go to sleep. Or possibly the hospital.

But I got my second wind, and BOY am I glad I went to this movie. We saw Stardust and it was UNBELIEVABLY COOL. If you get a chance to see it, DO SO.

And my boss also bought me a HUUUGE bag of popcorn and a HUUUGE orange pop, which I think was also partially thanks because we had our busiest Sunday EVER that day, and Boss's Daughter and I made $867 worth of food at lunch hour on rail. Yay.

So that was a GREAT end to a day that started off really shitty.

I don't have much of a bruise yet - just a few broken capillaries visible - but Mom warned me that ribs DO bruise nicely, so I should have a technicolor dreamcoat eventually. And holy crap were my ribs ever sore last night. I went to sleep with the heating pad, which I think helped...but it still hurts to cough or sneeze. Not great when you have asthma and allergies.

And the bleeding on my thumb...I was trying to decide if I should try to pop it or what, but it's draining now, so I won't. (Draining where, I wonder? Something to look up!)


Exciting BRUISE UPDATES to follow! I hope it's pretty big and detailed, you guys. That would be awesome.

(Also, an exclamation point randomly appeared in the subject heading as I was typing. I have no idea why, but I figured I'd leave it.)

Does anyone know how long it should take Tylenol 1's to KICK IN?!

2 Tylenol 1's + 1 Robaxcet = NOTHING BUT SUGAR PILLS, I SWEAR.

It's been more than an hour now. I would have expected something. Can I kill the manufacturers of this drug now? Clearly, the extra benefit of codeine is not something worth waiting for when pain treatment is time-dependent, i.e. treat me NOW or SUFFER.

PLZ TO BE MAKING BETTER DRUGS NOW, KTHANX.

Plus, I apparently have a mild fever with chills. Uh? You'd think 925mg of acetaminophen would take care of that.

Although I had to hit a conversion site to figure that out, since I don't know high temperatures in Celsius, but managed to switch the setting on my thermometer somehow. DO NOT WANT, dammit. Fucking metric. Who the hell actually measures body temperature in Celsius?!

And WHO measures their height in CENTIMETERS?

FREAKS.

*sulks*

My "To-Do" list for the start of this week is mostly completed, w00t. Soup's put away, dishes are soaking, I even cleaned out the microwave a good bit before I sat down to eat. (It's not spotless, but it needed to be cleaned, so every bit helps. I'll maybe get the rotation plate later.) Library books are renewed, a tape is in the VCR for House, my uniform is in the dryer. Whee!

Oh, and I need to feed the cats in twenty. Just remembered that. *adds*

(I figured I might try making use of lj's to-do feature, since I'm on here so much. I also have a to-do on my Google home page, but I haven't been using that because it's too simplistic. The one thing I dislike about this one is you can't cross things off. Crossing things off is the most satisfying part of to-do lists!)

For my doctor's visit tomorrow, I have to decide what to discuss, because it won't be the longest visit.

( List of ongoing medical stuff )

Meh. And I have an even longer list than this, too. It feels like all I'm doing these days is existing between doctor's visits. That's no way to be going about things, but I'm not sure what else I could be doing differently.

I'm pleased, however, with my increased ability to get the smaller stuff done these days. I have some bigger projects I need to start planning to approach.

Ho hum.

I've had a personal health/body issue on my mind for a few days now, and I keep feeling drawn to getting it down in some format - on paper, on Livejournal, whatever. It concerns a subject I really haven't written much about in my lj before...or, in fact, in any journal I've ever had.

I don't think most FtMs like to say much of anything about menstruation. In actual fact, I'm not particularly shy about it, or bothered by the mere fact that I experience it. (Although it is annoying, and occasionally a challenge when you use men's washrooms.) But I don't at all like calling any attention to it.

It's long been a habit of mine to mostly avoid even mentioning anything exclusively pertinent to being born with a female body; somehow, I believe it'll be easier for other people to think of me as male if I simply play Let's Pretend (I Was Born With A Penis); the reality is that the people who can already mentally juggle the fact that I'm male with the fact that I have a female body are not ever the ones who are fazed by mention of my anatomy or what it does.

So this is the start of what's been on my mind; it's the background story, basically. Probably not deeply interesting to anyone but me. I was going to tap out an outline of what happened, and instead THIS came out, and I realized this story is something I need to get out in some level of detail, or it'll continue to pull on my ear. So.

( Further proof that some careless child somewhere has a doll that looks like me )

If I don't post for a while (oh god, how many of my posts start like this?!), it's because I am having trouble typing. Heck...trouble using a computer. (Edit: Not like you can tell from the length of this entry. *eyerolls*)

The whole cut-my-finger-on-a-drink-lid thing? Where I got some hand-wrist hurtie like some sort of RSI?

Yeah, still have that. But it's gotten worse, and isn't leaving. It hurts from my armpits and shoulders down to my fingers on my right side. (And now, if I still have armpit pain from the ultrasound, I can't tell it apart anymore...if it IS apart. The timing is so close together, god knows what's going wrong now.)

First I bought an elastic wrist support when it hurt too much to let my wrist move freely. (And I was dropping people's food, which is generally considered to be a bad idea.) And then a brace, when it hurt too much to let my wrist move at all. And then a bigger, stiffer brace, because the smaller one didn't come far enough down my arm to cover all the main pain points. (Although the small one I can actually put on at work. Gloves even JUST fit over it, although I'm sure it's a comedy act to watch me try to roll burritos with it on.)

How do genuinely disabled people DO this? After one day of endless repetitions of, "What did you DO to yourself?" and disapproving/amazed looks at the brace, I was ready to CHOKE someone.

As I told my mother, the next person who asks me that gets told, "The batteries were dead."

So yeah...

( Work yesterday was fun )

That's pretty much what's going on. I'm typing a lot by holding pens in my hands, and pressing the keys with them. And scrolling and whatnot as much as possible with "page up" and "page down," although for more precise scrolling I HAVE to use a mouse...I've got our rubber bottle-opener pad with me, and if I brush the scroll button with it, I don't have to move my hands much.

...This keeps up though, and I'll be pushing keys with my NOSE.

Things that do not seem to help significantly:

-elevation
-ice packs (maybe just because I can't feel it, it seems better, but the second my wrist warms up, it's as bad as before)
-Advil Liqui-Gels (I almost took the daily maximum yesterday, with no notable change)
-my asthma meds, which are corticosteroids (I had to take them anyway, I wasn't abusing them, but I DID watch for a change and saw none)

...And bracing basically only seems to help because movement hurts, and there's not much movement in a brace. Other than that...nothing's worked.

*sigh* Good thing I have a doc appointment tomorrow for the ultrasound report.

I think maybe I'll go try treating this with alcohol. You know, like vodka or something. Lots of vodka.


Before I go, though! I want to throw out a big e-shoutout to the asshole who BODYCHECKED me on the obviously-braced side so that he could beat me to the last seat on the C-train on the shaded side.

GO FUCK YOURSELF, ASSHOLE. I hope some little old lady "accidentally" hits you in the groin with her cane.


...I would also like to report that I can use a can-opener backwards, and I have new respect for the left-handed. Fear my skillz.

Ugh. I got up super-super early to go to an ortho appointment,and what happens?


MY F*CKING LUNG COLLAPSES AGAIN!


There's no way I can lie upside-down in one of those chairs. Just lying on my back makes me struggle for air. I know from that nasty experience with the actor's Movement instructor in Stage Management that lying on my back with my feet up against a wall makes my lung 10 times worse, so I can't imagine what lying upside down would do.

Back to bed. le sigh.

*pokes last entry, which seems to be dead*

I'm wondering if I should delete that...

Today is starting to suck. My lung collapsed again yesterday morning, and it really hurts right now. I'm wondering if I should tell my profs.

I've been thinking about the driver's lessons my mom wants me to take this month. We're alredy into production, and we have three weeks. It doesn't look like driving is going to happen. Graduated licences will go through, and it'll be another two years before I can even start getting my license.

*gloom*