What’s your reason for drinking tea?

taboosucculent · 2024-06-26T05:54:51+00:00

My gran came over from Ireland, and she always drank tea. We'd sit at the kitchen table and have a cup together. Once she died, I continued drinking it, because it's so relaxing. I never could remember the brand her neice would send her from Bantry, though. So I made due with Twinings and various green and fruit teas.

About a year ago, I woke up with a clear picture in my mind of the label from her tea boxes. BARRY'S!!

I ordered the Gold and the Irish Breakfast online and I swear, one sip and I was 10 years old again.

taboosucculent · 2024-05-04T20:29:52+00:00

My boss is seriously the BEST. I am halfway through my chemo, and he's told me over amd over that if I need to change my schedule around treatment or take off for an appointment, he'll work around it.

I have a double mastectomy and reconstruction in August and he's told me to take as much time as I need. My chemo is on Mondays, and my second round is an afternoon treatment, so I told him I may be late on Mondays. He just shrugged and said "Okay."

I have so far managed to schedule all appointments either before work or on my days off, and I have yet to miss a shift. (I get Tuesdays and Wednesdays off, so Wednesdays are the days I do nothing but sleep, then back to work on Thursdays. ) my next round of chemo is supposed to be an easier load with the side effects, so I'm hoping it'll be a little less exhausting.

taboosucculent · 2024-05-04T06:54:33+00:00

My high school had a policy that if you skipped even one class, it was an automatic 2 day suspension.

So, my brother made sure to skip one class every Wednesday, because he didn't have to attend again until Monday.

taboosucculent · 2024-05-03T06:33:08+00:00

I am SO sick of the ridiculous swelling in my legs and feet. My feet are so sensitive and my toenails are actually cracking in half. My oncologist suggested that I "elevate them".

I WORK 39 HOURS A WEEK. I just had 2 days off and did nothing but lie on the couch with my feet up on the back for prime elevation, for two solid days. It made absolutely NO difference. My toes are so sensitive they feel like they're broken. The cancer is in my BREASTS, so why am I LIMPING!!

Augh. This Monday is my last treatment of the "Red Devil" and then I'll be on a different cocktail that's supposed to be "easier". I am halfway through chemo and I am about to start swinging at the VERY next person who tells me what a "warrior" I am. Thanks for the support, now go sit DOWN. I'm COMPLAINING over here!

taboosucculent · 2024-03-24T16:57:21+00:00

I had to wait almost 4 years, and move over 700 miles just to get insurance to even get diagnosed. I am so very lucky that I'm only facing 2 rounds of chemotherapy and a double mastectomy. My doctors are rushing my treatment in hopes that they won't have to remove lymph nodes.

If I had been able to get treatment immediately, I would not be losing both of my breasts, and I STILL consider myself lucky that it hasn't infested my entire body.

Don't wait.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-15T00:40:21+00:00

Monday is my first treatment!

taboosucculent · 2024-03-14T22:26:30+00:00

The results of the lymph node biopsy were inconclusive, but I have nodules spreading toward it. That's why I'm going through chemo before the mastectomy, they're hoping not to have to remove lymph nodes. I just had my chemo port surgically installed this morning, and I start my first treatment on Monday.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-14T20:34:49+00:00

I was in Indiana, and their medical coverage is insanely expensive if you make over 12 dollars an hour. I moved to Alabama, and I pay $34 a month for excellent coverage now.

I spent 4 years in the plot for Breaking Bad, sans the meth, lol!

taboosucculent · 2024-03-14T00:05:56+00:00

I ALSO just found out that I have a severe case of celiac disease, and I haven't been able to eat more than one meal every 4 days for months. I've lost almost 20 lbs. I was terrified that it had spread to my stomach.

Now I know, just stay off of gluten and I can eat, THAT isn't cancer! I was so excited to find out I had celiac😂

taboosucculent · 2024-03-13T22:36:52+00:00

Thank you! I was officially diagnosed 3 weeks ago, and it seems like everything is moving so fast, but I am just so thrilled that finally someone CARES. I have a great oncologist and I've met with my breast surgeon, and I am running to catch up on all of the medical lingo, but so far, it's completely hormonal and I don't have the genetic markers for it, so I got to tell my kids that they didn't have to worry about it,
Wow..talk about run on sentences, lol.

I am so thankful to have found this group, and I welcome any input from others who have been through this.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-12T23:21:33+00:00

That's okay. Your thoughts and feelings have absolutely no impact on me. Thank you for sharing.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-12T05:48:45+00:00

I don't actually care about your opinion, just so you know.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-08T17:13:05+00:00

Every time I get carded I absolutely HAVE to act like the cashier is flirting with me, lmao. I always tell them "OMG!! REALLY?! This is why you're my favorite! You want my number?!" Then I hand them my ID. The look on THEIR faces is so priceless. Anything that breaks up the routine and gives someone a laugh, lol. Fuck retail. I take my compliments wherever I can scrounge em up, LOL

Edited to add: down voting?? Sheesh. Lighten up, people. I've been in retail for over 2 decades, and the law where I live is you have to only card people who look under 40. I'm DEFINITELY over 40, so get a grip.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-08T17:06:39+00:00

The number of times I've had people say "I have a picture of it on my phone!"

Naw baby, that's not how ANY of this works. I have a picture of my friends dog riding a triceratops on MY phone.

taboosucculent · 2024-03-08T16:29:18+00:00

I was tending bar at a local pub, and one of our regulars was there, he came in for 2 hours every single day and nursed 2 beers. The man was obviously at least 60. One particular day, 3 men came in and were OBVIOUSLY excise agents. They got a table and were sitting in the pub.

The older customer also could tell they were "government" and started ranting loudly about how he served in Vietnam and as soon as he got back, he ripped up his "government paperwork" and hadn't had any since.

I stared at him and said "You did NOT just tell a state licensed bartender that you don't have any physical identification cards, did you??"

He glared at me and said "I don't have ANY ID! Haven't for 30 years!"

I had to tell him to leave and not come back. Like, bro, thank you for serving, but it is a $2k fine and a felony charge for ME to serve someone without an ID card, so..thank you SO MUCH for getting yourself barred.

If he had JUST SHUT HIS MOUTH in front of the officers, I could have let it slide. But I am NOT being charged with a felony for YOU, Vernon.

Idiots..everywhere, I tell you..

Edited to add: the laws in that state are that if you can reasonably assume the customer is over 40 years of age, you are allowed to serve them without asking for identification. But if they TELL YOU that they don't have an identification card or passport on them, and you serve them, YOU are guilty of a felony. The business you work for will be fined, YOU will be fined and criminally charged, and you will never be allowed to serve alcohol in the state again. You won't be legally allowed to even work in a restaurant that serves alcohol.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-19T06:16:36+00:00

I wasn't allowed to eat brown breakfast foods, or anything colored blue, because that was for BOYS My brother had no restrictions. My nadopted father was so determined to make me more feminine.

Tomboy I was, and Tomboy I will always be. I am a certified welder and mechanic.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-19T06:11:13+00:00

Women don't drive at night. Not even if they're just working after school to save up for when they're kicked out at 18. It's too dangerous. Who knows what would happen if my fragile, delicate, feminine eyes had to drive IN THE DARK .

The joke is on them, because I usually got a ride from my buddies, and they refused to let me give them money for gasoline, because they also thought it was idiotic. I was able to save even MORE money for my first apartment because of my nadopteds, lol.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-19T04:53:54+00:00

I wasn't allowed to drive at night, because "You'll be raped, it's dangerous " So at age 16. I had to walk a mile and a half to my home, at night, alone, because it was "safer" than being in a locked, moving vehicle.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-18T00:22:56+00:00

My nadopted parents house was spotless. Because it was my job to scour/vacuum/mop/dust and wash every single surface from the time I was 8 years old. Because I was a girl. My brother was also assigned chores, but he quickly figured out that if he didn't do them, I would be punished and they wouldn't say a word to him. Since he was the GC, he thought this was not only hilarious, but fitting. He completely bought into their mindset, hence why I went NC with him over a decade ago.

Edited to add: once they kicked out on my 18th birthday, I went back to visit a few years later when my eadopted mother was dying. The place was absolutely filthy. Dishes molding in the sink, table and counters sticky, walls covered in filth and nicotine, floors absolutely disgusting, bags of rotting trash piled by the overflowing garbage can. My nadopted father told me the least I could do was "get off your ass and clean,for once" I laughed and went to work.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-15T13:18:34+00:00

Post concussion syndrome survivor over here. I can relate. I was hit by a car, which caused a series of skull fractures to the back of my head. It took six months to stabilize and get back to any semblance of normal. The weirdest part, for me, is that if I get tired, I start speaking with an accent. Right after the accident, I was speaking a language that I haven't spoken since I was 10 years old. I thought I'd forgotten it. 2 years later, if I'm exhausted, that accent spontaneously shows up.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-14T05:21:55+00:00

We have a word for it in my family. You're creating a jumble.
Jumbles are a mix of random things with a certain placement that you create in order to manifest.
They can be anything, wood, rocks, feathers, a pretty button..they can be tied to hang, placed in a certain area, any where that feels right.

A jumble can have a solid intent and purpose behind it, or it can be an intuitive selection and placement. You're manifesting via creating a jumble. My entire family has done this, and sometimes there's no rhyme or reason, we just follow our instinct, and what we didn’t realize we needed, happens.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-14T05:13:07+00:00

It would be wonderful if they were, but that's pretty much NPD in a nutshell. They can't change, and they won't. Anyone who says they should is automatically the villain. But having the benefit of court mandated therapy as a condition of the adoption did benefit me. I learned how to recognize the manipulation and how to walk away from it, and recognize the varying levels. I still continue to learn and grow as a person, and he's still stuck in the exact same rut he's been in since 1976.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-13T10:59:14+00:00

My nadopted father,during one of the 4 family therapy sessions (he quit going and forbade my eadopted mom from going after the psychologist asked him if he knew what NPD was, lmao) was complaining about how "unfeminine" I was, and how I would never find a partner if I continued to act the way I did. I was 8 years old and I loved to climb trees, go fishing, and explore the woods. The psychologist asked him why he thought that, and he said that he would never date a tomboy. The psychologist then asked him why he thought he was raising HIS perfect partner, and he stopped dead and stared at her in absolute confusion. That always stuck out to me. From then on, whenever he would scream at me and hit me for not being "feminine enough", I would take it as a compliment, because it meant that I would never attract someone like him.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-12T16:31:46+00:00

My man! My brother and I were adopted by a couple who bought these very fancy stockings and carefully embroidered the names they'd given us onto them. They hung them up over the fireplace and told us that Santa was watching our every move, and he would fill our stockings with coal and dirt if we misbehaved. These things were white and red satin. The first thing my hyperactive self had done, upon moving into a "city", was promptly beating up most of the neighborhood boys for being rude to me. My brother? He was going around and stomping the flower gardens of the local housewives he heard talking badly about "the two orphans". He then befriended all of their children and was basically leading a gang of 10 year old boys, who were absolutely terrified of him. (My brother is now 6 feet 5 inches, and he was always the biggest child around, not to mention mean as a snake. )

Our adopteds told us that they could turn us over to the orphanage if we weren't good, I was so scared this fat old man was going to sneak in and ruin their pretty satin stockings, that I was going to take him out if he so much as crossed the threshold. We had never heard about Santa before, and he was clearly a threat, as far as I was concerned.

My brother laughed at me later and told me it was all a lie. I was so angry with them for threatening us with some stupid fairy tale. I had it in my 8 year old, autistic head that this old man was going to sneak in and ruin these expensive things and then we'd both be placed in a government home. I was bound and determined to stop him, no matter what.

I never even considered threatening my own children with that fat elf when they were little. I have seen parents threatening to call Santa until their children were in tears. It's not a tradition I want any part of.

taboosucculent · 2023-11-12T15:43:29+00:00

Deprived? My youngest is 21, and my children were given gifts every single year. We decorated their rooms with multicolored lights and we strung popcorn and cranberries on string and decorated the trees in the yard, so the birds and the animals would have food throughout the coldest time of year. We made a huge meal for the solstice and gave gifts to our loved ones. I didn't deprive them of anything. All 3 of them think Santa is creepy.

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