I know that root bumps on tomatoes are normal, but this looks a little more severe than that and looks like it could have caused the stem to be eaten away in some places. Should I be concerned? I’m a newbie gardener so I could very well be doing something wrong with watering or soil, etc. I’m in Philly and it’s been hot and humid as hell so that might be playing a role as well.
Just discovered that my dad (who I’m very low contact with) commented this on a video acknowledging Juneteenth. I just have no words. I want to confront him on his blatant racism and falsehoods (and have several times in the past) yet it always pushes him deeper into the propaganda. My spouse and I will be growing our family through adoption, and I already know that my child will probably not know their grandfather simply because of the bullshit he spouts and the racism/sexism he shows through his online activity. Just had to vent 😡
I’ve been in a bit of a mindfuck recently with managing expectations for myself and could use some advice/support from other spoonies.
I’m in my 30s and have been trying to establish more healthy habits since my endometriosis excision/hysterectomy surgery in 2024. I’m also hypermobile and my PCP suspects I may have hEDS and potentially MCAS. I also have cPTSD.
Although my endometriosis pain symptoms have improved since surgery (thank god), I still feel like life is just a balancing act where I’m trying not to trigger one condition or another. If I get dehydrated, I get a pelvic pain flare. If I have a pelvic pain flare, I get behind on household duties. If I get behind on household stuff, I skip my weight workouts. If I skip my weight workouts, I have more joint subluxations. If I have more subluxations, it’s harder to commute to work and I get more tired. If I’m more tired, I cancel social plans and get depressed/ashamed. Etc etc etc. You get the picture.
My therapist told me recently that I expect too much of myself, and I agree, but I just don’t know how I can expect less when every little thing in my life seems to affect something else. I don’t want to beat myself up over these things, but it’s hard not to when you remember that drinking more water or doing a 30 minute workout could have prevented a flare and the snowball effect from happening. I’m even judging myself in this moment, thinking why is it so impossible for me to do these basic human things?
Anyone who can relate: How do you find balance? And how do you stay kind to yourself?
How do you all reconcile differences in your Fox brained person’s online behavior and in-person (or over the phone) behavior? My dad doesn’t know I can see his Facebook posts, but it’s set to public and I can see all the racist, transphobic, and inflammatory posts he shares. Within the last week, he’s shared posts about zombies voting (which is why we need the SAVE act apparently), transvestigating Michelle Obama, and stating that all democrats are terrorists. Last week, he called me for my birthday and acted perfectly kind and normal. I gave the bare minimum on that call (didn’t ask him questions about his life and kept the call brief) and didn’t bring up the posts, but just knowing they exist makes me never want to speak to him again. And of course, as I said above, he doesn’t even know I’ve been seeing his online activity.
Anyone in the same boat?