We headed out for a "picnic"—that’s our little code for ducking into a wooded corner of the facility grounds where there’s a single lonely bench, just so we can settle in with some fruit tea and cookies...
But... something felt off. For the first time in forever, I noticed him straining his ears, hyper-vigilant, listening to every little sound in the surroundings... Then he warned me to lower my voice and stop laughing, claiming there were malicious people lurking who might try to kick us out just for being loud...
I could practically taste the bitterness rising in my throat, and that nasty, cold sweat started setting in—that unmistakable feeling that something is about to go wrong...😢
I tried to talk him down, attempting to pivot the conversation toward a joke, but it was useless... He insisted his former roommates had chased him away simply because he dared to say the soup tasted bad. He wouldn't listen to a word I said; he just rushed back to his room.
I walked him back to his room before heading straight to the nurse on duty to report my concerns... She seemed a bit worried and mentioned she would alert the attending physician.
Springtime in the asylum is beautiful... It’s Saturday, the sun finally broke through after a rainy morning, and the fountain—which looked like some bizarre frozen sculpture all winter—is happily bubbling away again... I want to send my best to Junior, who is being released permanently after four years. His mother sold their condo in downtown Chicago and bought a little farmhouse out in the suburbs, so he’s thrilled... He keeps telling me all about how he's going to raise chickens and rabbits; he even holds the door open for me and invites my old man over...
When he appeared at the top of the stairs (they’re letting him wander the grounds completely solo and unsupervised now), looking neat and well-groomed in a plaid flannel shirt, corduroys, and a suede vest—that one from Scarf Co. (Junior has outgrown his old ones)—with that shy little smile, the day suddenly felt even brighter. 🙂 There was almost no fidgeting, his head was held high, no erratic movements... he even had a bit of color back in his cheeks 🙂
Back in my early twenties, I dealt with such frequent and brutal outbreaks of herpes that the skin on my lip was practically eroded in spots. It was relentless—as soon as one sore would clear, another would pop up. My nose, my lips, even right near the edge of my eye 😱
I was desperate... nothing seemed to work.
Then, a doctor suggested I try a course of Bimolin. Apparently, there was some research suggesting that a long-term side effect of taking this medication was a reduction in how often herpes outbreaks occurred in people struggling with it.
What can I say? I took Bimolin for three months. That was about twenty years ago.
Since then, I maybe get herpes twice a year, and even then, it's incredibly mild.
1 head of cabbage, 2 bell peppers, 250g of celery root, 250g of carrots, and 150g of onions. Clean and wash the vegetables, toss them into a large pot, add enough water to cover everything, and boil for 45 minutes. Stir in a packet of bouillon, mix thoroughly, and simmer for another 10 minutes. Season with soy sauce. Store the soup in the fridge and reheat it daily.
Even this isn't particularly clear. For instance, "one head of cabbage" could easily mean 2 lbs. On top of that, there's no mention of which brand of bouillon to use. And why even bother using a bouillon packet in the first place?
Alright, let's get down to business and provide an ACTUAL chicken noodle soup recipe, and make sure all the ingredient names are listed in American English.
Justin Gonzalez87 said:After my first kid, I dropped three pounds in just a week. All I ate was chicken noodle soup and stayed active.😁 Not an option for me.🙄
How much were you actually making at once? Seriously, what kind of pot are we talking about here... a giant industrial drum?
silentowl43 said:Great, thanks! I'll give that Nivea routine and the brush a shot. I heard about it somewhere else, but it sounded a bit sketchy—like I might just end up damaging them more than anything.
That Chapstick is probably going to end up on some blacklist eventually... everyone I know who uses it can't live without it anymore... there's something sinister going on there.
I don't really bother with much; every once in a while I just scrub my lips with a toothbrush or a towel, or maybe apply some honey or what Casey Palmer5 suggested—just a thick layer of regular Nivea.
I honestly can't remember the last time my lips were actually dry or chapped.