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If you're a person who is chronically ill, you may have experienced some version of what I'm trying to portray here: the bad pain day. I mentioned a while back when I got covid that I had already been a chronically ill person beforehand, and that I had been wanting to do more portrayals of that. I had to get a couple spinal MRIs today and the concept for this image was running through my head while I was in the machine being vibrated. How could I portray what it can really feel like to be a person with an ongoing illness?
My health has not been great for a while, but has gotten more complicated recently. I'm as okay as I can be, it's all being worked on by the relevant medical parties (so no need for medical advice).. but it means lots of ice packs for pain, meds to try to manage symptoms, sometimes cold showers/baths to calm down nerves that are working overtime, and many phone calls setting up medical appointments and talking to my insurance company. I am tired and uncomfortable to say the least, but I have good days and bad days.
Some elements of my life that are not illness-related have been shifted out of focus for now, so they are portrayed that way in this image. I'm a visual artist in real life, and I used to work in kitchens as well until I couldn't. So elements of those lives are shown here, sunken to the bottom, with the focus being on the medications and the ice. My face is also somewhat out of focus for the same reason.
I do hope this image will be taken as it was intended -- a visualization of a bad day for a chronically ill person. I'm aware it could potentially be perceived as a substance abuse thing, so I wanted to be sure to include some info on my perspective and experience here. Just a bad day. I hope you can't relate, but if you can..... this is for you.
Wearing:
Head: Lelutka Halle
Body: Maitreya Lara
Hair: no.match - NO_CHEESE - Pack of BLACKS
Hospital gown: Sloppy Seconds - Women's Hospital Gown
^the mp listing for this did not say if it was rigged for mesh bodies but a reviewer said theirs worked well on Maitreya so I took a shot. It does in fact *not* work for *my* Maitreya body, and this took much editing to make it look like it does lol. So, just be aware, this is standard/system/XS-S-M-L sizing. But it was the only hospital gown I could find that actually looked like a hospital gown.
Mask: *Strela* - Medicine mask simple Blue
The build:
Room/background: ANTINATURAL[+] - Hospital for Souls - Hydrotherapy room
Bath tub: Schultz Bros. - Cast Iron Bathtub - Stone
Orange & white pill bottles: LD Mesh
Ice cubes: cYo - icecubes
Pepto: Grim Factory Outlet - Pepto bottle
Zanny bars: National Prefabrication - Xanax Tablet
Blue pills: Coffee Stains - Oxycodone M30
Camera: Apocolypse Zombie - Old Camera 124G
Hour glasses: Muniick - Llewellyn Desk Hourglass
Mic: MoYne - Stage microphone
Knife: Angry - Kitchen knife
This is the last of a series, and
second in a series in studio.
Talented MM Keia shy #792578
Strobist:
Location 2 shoot UM thru's one CR canon 540ex 1/16pwr the other outside hall CL canon 540ex 1/8pwr with cybersyc tigger and remote
In the next weeks and months I'd like to use my photography to raise awareness of mental health issues, particularly experiences compounded by Covid19. This is a subject I feel very strongly about, having battled with chronic anxiety for most of my life and witnessing first hand the continued misunderstandings and misconceptions surrounding mental health, as well as the negativity. But I'd also like this to be a positive project, demonstrating how people have found ways to cope and overcome.
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The past few weeks I have been trying to create a photograph that shows how I feel when I have my chronic spine pain. The not so fun thing about back pain is that it hurts everywhere, not just in the back.
No matter how hard life can get, how much we fall, and how much pain we feel. There is always someone there who understands, who can listen to out cries of pain and suffering. This is our brother and savior Jesus Christ.
Never give up and have faith always.
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Due to chronic poor health I'm unable to take on new contacts but do my best to reply to comments. Thank you so much for your interest, comments and favours on my photostream. Also for your good wishes. I send you joy and peace.
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WE ARE THE SAME BEINGS
Artist: Brubey Hu (@brubeyhu), CAFKA (@cafkabiennial)
Location: 157 Halls Lane (behind Bobby O’Brien’s)
Medium: Digital illustration on vinyl
Brubey Hu’s work explores architectural space, colour theory, memory and translation through the lens of duality both visually and conceptually. “A duality that exists within a body, does not necessarily exist as a pair of oppositions.” The pair can also be complementary to each other or live at the same time as coexistence.
Being bilingual and living-in-between, translation is a process that she frequently engages with. Through subtractive simplification, her works are her attempt to discuss the notions of consensus and reconciliation. They transcend flat images or physical space and objects, and document introspective moments.
Hu is a recent MFA graduate from the University of Waterloo. She holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Maryland Institute College of Art. Originally born in Xiamen, China, Hu moved to Vancouver in 2011, then to the United States. She has exhibited at Art Mûr in Montreal, Hui Yuan in Hefei, China and at Florida International University in Miami, US.
REMEMBER TO
Artist: Racquel Rowe (@kellrowe), CAFKA (@cafkabiennial)
Location: 157 Halls Lane (behind Bobby O’Brien’s)
Medium: Digital illustration on vinyl
Racquel Rowe’s practice explores the realm of gender politics and family structures. She primarily explores the family structures within the Caribbean, with particular emphasis on her own family and the matriarchs within it. Recently she spent a few months in Barbados and was able to reflect on certain practices that connect people through generations. Simple things can often be the hardest to remember, and Rowe seeks to elevate the kind of elementary actions we often take for granted but that can have a big impact on those around us.
Rowe is a multidisciplinary artist from the island of Barbados, who currently lives and works in the Kitchener-Waterloo Region. She completed her BA at the University of Guelph in 2013, and is currently in the second year of the MFA program at the University of Waterloo. Rowe has shown work in and around the GTA as well as the Caribbean.
HOUSE FIRE (CHRONIC HEARTBREAK) & ALRIGHT
Artist: Tee Kundu (@lukitstee), CAFKA (@cafkabiennial)
Location: 157 Halls Lane (behind Bobby O’Brien’s)
Medium: Digital illustration on vinyl
Tee Kundu takes from personal and communal anecdotes and finds playfulness in stories of both joy and sorrow.
Living under an unsustainable system hurts, and Kundu has found that the only appropriate response to our current ways of living is heartbreak. It is a chronic condition, fuelled by an anxious, over-worked, exhausted population. Kundu feels they are part of this population, as are you. Finding humour in our stories is an act of resistance, and of defiance. It is an act of hope.
Heartbreak takes time, and love and patience. We can give each other that. And these stories, they feel they can give to you.
Tee Kundu is an interdisciplinary artist and illustrator. They mostly draw things.
In addition, they often work in social practice, performance, zines, facilitation and they’re a DIY dabbler. They want to be a storyteller, and they want to be helpful.
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Are you beginning to get into the Christmas spirit?
We've crafted a Yule compact with 12 beautiful colors for the season and have recolored 8 fan favorites for this month's round of Crack Fandom Monthly; this month's proceeds will be donated to Toys for Toys!
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The 100% Donation items are pictured above:
❖ Wynona Shadows [Yule Compact]
❖ Scarlette Shadows [Yule Compact]
❖ Wren Shadows [Yule Compact]
❖ Vera Shadows [Yule Compact]
We've also recolored the following and have them set to 75% donations:
❖ Vesper Shadows [Yule Compact]
❖ Alyx Shadows [Yule Compact]
❖ Bitchin' Shadows [Yule Compact]
❖ Lyla Shadows [Yule Compact]
No AI was used in the making of these eyeshadows or in the ad photos.
All ad photos are taken in the Alchemy viewer and have not been edited.
I'm trying to empty my 2022 folder of my images to start fresh in the new year...
Sorry about all these Kings Park Psych images...
The Kings Park Psychiatric Center was established in 1885 by Kings County in nearby Suffolk County, adjoining the Society of St. Johnland established by William Augustus Muhlenberg, prior to the consolidation of Kings County with Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island and the Bronx, to form modern New York City. The official name of the hospital in its first 10 years was the Kings County Asylum, taken from the name of the county that Brooklyn occupied. The hospital was revolutionary at the time in the sense that it was a departure from the asylums of folklore, which were overcrowded places where gross human rights abuses often occurred. The asylum, built by Brooklyn to alleviate overcrowding in its own asylums, was a "farm colony" asylum, where patients worked in a variety of farm-related activities, such as feeding livestock and growing food, as this was considered to be a form of therapy.
Eventually, the Kings County Asylum began to suffer from the very thing that it attempted to relieve—overcrowding. New York State responded to the problem in 1895, when control of the asylum passed into state hands, and it was renamed the Kings Park State Hospital. The surrounding community, which used to be known as Indian Head, adopted the name "Kings Park," by which it is still known today. The state eventually built the hospital into a self-sufficient community that not only grew its own food, but also generated its own heat and electricity, had its own Long Island Rail Road spur and housed its staff on-site.
As patient populations grew throughout the early part of the 20th century, the hospital continued to expand. By the late 1930s, the state began to build upward instead of outward. During this period, the famous 13-story Building 93 was constructed. Designed by state architect William E. Haugaard and funded with Works Progress Administration money, the building, often dubbed "the most famous asylum building on Long Island," was completed in 1939. It was used as an infirmary for the facility's geriatric patients, as well as for patients with chronic physical ailments.
After World War II, patient populations at Kings Park and the other Long Island asylums increased markedly. In 1954, the patient census at Kings Park topped 9,303, but would begin a steady decline afterward. By the time Kings Park reached its peak patient population, the old "rest and relaxation" philosophy surrounding farming had been succeeded by more invasive techniques of pre-frontal lobotomies and electroshock therapy. However, those methods were soon abandoned after 1955, following the introduction of Thorazine, the first widely used drug in the treatment of mental illness. As medication made it possible for patients to live normal lives outside of a mental institution, the need for large facilities such as Kings Park diminished, and the patient population began to decrease. In addition, activists worked in legal suits through the 1970s to reduce the patient population in major institutions, arguing that people could better be supported in smaller community centers.
By the early 1990s, the Kings Park Psychiatric Center, as it came to be known, was much reduced. Many of the buildings were shut down or reduced in usage. This included the massive Building 93. By the early 1990s, only the first few floors of the building were in use. While many patients were de-institutionalized and large facilities were closed, there was a shortage of small community centers, which were never developed in the number needed. This resulted in many more mentally ill people being caught up and retained in jails and prisons because of difficulties in dealing with the world. Many of the homeless in urban areas are mentally ill, people with chronic illnesses who have difficulty keeping up with medication regimes or resist them.
In response to the declining patient population, the New York State Office of Mental Health developed plans to close Kings Park as well as another Long Island asylum, the Central Islip Psychiatric Center, in the early 1990s. The plans called for Kings Park and Central Islip to close, and the remaining patients from both facilities to be transferred to the still-operational Pilgrim Psychiatric Center, or be discharged. In the fall of 1996, the plans were implemented. The few remaining patients from Kings Park and Central Islip were transferred to Pilgrim, ending Kings Park's 111-year run.
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Happy new year all around the globe - Hopefully the last pandemical year. Stay safe, stay solidaric. CU in 2022
2024 was a rough year for us. However, I really can’t complain too much because some really good things happened, as well.
The best part of the year was adopting Torvi. She’s been such a radiant beam of sunshine in our lives and fits in perfectly with our weird little family. We love her so much!
While we weren’t able to have as many adventures as we would have liked with our camper van, just bringing it home was definitely a highlight of our year. Plus, we were still able to have some adventures with it, all of which were awesome.
On a similar note, all of the time Mike and I spent together (and with the kitties) is always a good thing, whether it’s hiking, biking, or just hanging out and playing a card game.
Another great highlight of the year was that I switched jobs! After 17 years in the same one, I was beyond burnt out and ready for a change. My new job is exactly what I was looking for and I’m extremely grateful for it.
The last good thing about this year was that after 7 months of terrible digestive issues, I finally received a diagnosis and am now recovering from a surgery to fix things. Having a chronic illness means dealing with a melodramatic body and despite taking care of myself, issues sometimes pop up as a complication of my illness. It’s a huge relief to be moving on from this!
Here’s to health and happiness for everyone in the coming year!
I have chronic regional pain syndrome due to nerve damage, I was on tramadol and morphine. Drs were quick to prescribe it but slow and gave little help for me to get off it and did not recognise I was addicted.
I went cold turkey in the end and it was hell for several weeks, have since found out I should not of had to do it unsupervised and doing that way was dangerous .
This image is my representation of that addiction and how I felt during withdrawal.
Check out how steep the driveway is. I walked up it for a little ways (last on the bus again!) and I'd hate to have to plow snow on it. Luckily that's probably never a problem.
Author's Note: There is a lot of stigma regarding cannabis (often referred to as "herb" in this story) and it being used as a "drug." Cannabis is a healthy, natural herb with many medicinal benefits. There is a lot of misinformation out there and I encourage you, my crewmates, to do your research.
For people like Vincent, cannabis has the ability to ease chronic pain, silence anxiety, promote restful sleep, and improve overall mental wellness and so much, much more!
While Vincent is using it as an escape in this specific chapter, it is not any different than using sugar as an escape to feel better when you are having a bad day. And remember that you, too, can always make healthier and better choices just like Vincent did.
DISCLAIMER: This "be like Vincent" does NOT include his stupid idea to smoke while having broken and fractured ribs! If you have broken ribs, DO NOT BE LIKE VINCENT!
>.>
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Have an edible.
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Author's Note: There is a lot of stigma regarding cannabis (often referred to as "herb" in this story) and it being used as a "drug." Cannabis is a healthy, natural herb with many medicinal benefits. There is a lot of misinformation out there and I encourage you, my crewmates, to do your research.
For people like Vincent, cannabis has the ability to ease chronic pain, silence anxiety, promote restful sleep, and improve overall mental wellness and much, much more!
While Vincent is using it as an escape in this specific chapter, it is not any different than using sugar as an escape to feel better when you are having a bad day. And remember that you, too, can always make healthier and better choices just like Vincent did.
DISCLAIMER: This "be like Vincent" does NOT include his stupid idea to smoke while having broken and fractured ribs! If you have broken ribs, DO NOT BE LIKE VINCENT!
>.>
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Have an edible.
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Vincent waited quietly in front of fire as he turned his new pipe over in his fingers and inspected it in the light. 'It really is well crafted,' he thought approvingly to himself. Rosamund was the sort who collected and sold only quality goods. He had no doubts that it would smoke as she said it would. Speaking of which, he could hear her approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder as she came alongside him and sat down with a little groan of relaxation. "This is the finest indica I have, Captain," she announced as set a small but wide box in her lap. "This here is from my personal collection!"
Already Vincent could smell its delicious, pungent scent! As she lifted the lid, Vincent only had to wait a split second before it really hit his nostrils. And as she lifted a fairly good sized bud and offered it out to him, he took it so gently between his fingertips. In the fire's ambience he inspected the tiny crystals and resin with his sharp eye. Approving of the density and the dark colors of purple and green, he brought it to his nose and inhaled slowly and deep. He actually gave the softest moan of appreciation before glancing at her with a teasing smirk and offered it back to her.
"Personal collection, eh? Should I be worried about competition, my dear?"
"Hm..."
She dared to look contemplative as if she really had to think about it. But as Vincent quirked his brow at her as if calling her bluff, she let out a little snort and laughed before she replied, "Actually, Captain, you should be thanking me. Do you remember those seeds I picked up from you the Summer before last? The ones from that INCREDIBLE harvest that I said should be called 'Magic Mermaid' because I felt like one?"
"How could I forget? I’m still amused as fuck at how high you got."
"Well, this was grown partially from those seeds."
"Really?!"
"Really! I have a buyer over in Carsottoph who has a special greenhouse just for this. He's been buying your seeds off me for a couple of years now. In fact," she continued with a sly little grin as she began picking apart and grinding the bud between her fingers, "he asked me to let you know he's interested in doing business with you. Do let me know if you'd like his contact information. But not tonight! Tonight is for 'personal business,' yes?" She winked at him then continued to grind up the bud more finely with her fingers.
Well, now she certainly had Vincent's attention! He flashed her a small, appreciative grin and replied, "Much gratitude to you, my dear. Let's see how well this smokes, and I will let you know. You know I only do business with the best." "Which is why you come to me," she responded confidently. "I wouldn't steer you wrong, Captain. Pipe!"
Vincent handed over his pipe gratefully and watched with anticipation as Rosamund stuffed the ground up herb into the bowl and filled it mostly up. He was amazed at how much could really fit in there! Then she pulled out another small bud and began to quickly ground it up and stuffed that in there too. Then she treated him further by digging into her box and pulling out some of the finest bits; almost like powder. Vincent knew this made the effects of smoking the herb even stronger! She added a whole layer of it right on top and offered the pipe back out to Vincent with a cheeky smile as Vincent's eyes widened in surprise at such an offering!
"Here's to you, Captain. Mm, here, let me get my wick."
"You're spoiling me tonight!"
"For the best there can only be the best. Cheers!"
It had been a couple of weeks since he'd smoked and so he knew it may hit him harder than it had in the past. She had put so much in here! Was he complaining? Hell no! He watched as Rosamund withdrew a hemp wick from her box and set the box down beside her on her seat. Once she lit it from the fire she then offered it out to Vincent and waited eagerly for his reaction. Meanwhile she fished out her joint from the safety of her bosom once again. She had the same herb rolled up that she had stuffed in his pipe and was looking forward to smoking this with him.
Vincent wasted no more time and gladly lit his new pipe. The familiar burn that moved through Vincent's lungs felt harsher than he was used to. He could already feel a cough building! He knew what would likely happen next would be worth it; at least he hoped. He'd come this far! There was no going back. He pulled the pipe from his lips, inhaling deeper with fresh air and letting the smoke fill his lungs completely. But before he could properly exhale, he abruptly and painfully clutched his ribs as he fell mercy to a fierce and painful coughing fit! 'Two weeks too fucking long!' he thought miserably as the continuous jerking motion sent white hot pain shooting throughout his body in waves.
Rosamund made a slight grimace as she watched him struggle to push through the agony. She had to literally bite her tongue to keep from cautioning Vincent as he brought the pipe to his lips again. Vincent wouldn't want her opinion on this matter. He knew exactly what he was doing and if the pain was worth it to him then so be it! At least, that's how she saw it. With any luck, he'd not be caring about pain soon.
Vincent struggled through two more draws off his pipe before he finally set it down in his lap and passed over the hemp wick. He needed to come down from the pain before he smoked more. Meanwhile Rosamund took the wick and lit her joint and inhaled long and deep. She remained silent and just listened to the sounds of the fire as it licked and crackled around the wood.
For a short time the two of them sat in silence. Soon Vincent felt he could smoke more so he did just that. This time he barely had to cough and was thankfully able to slowly take more steady pulls from his pipe. He was starting to feel a familiar, tingly pressure building around his eyes, and he prayed relief would not be far behind. And what impressed him was that despite the pain he was in, he was still feeling the first touch of effects anyways. To distract himself while the pain eased down, Vincent stared into the fire and allowed himself to get lost in the sounds and ambience.
Before he knew it he'd gone smoked down half the bowl. The tension in his shoulders and back had loosened more and thank God the silent onslaught of bullying thoughts had eased. Instead his focus was more on how lovely the fire and embers were and how they glowed and how peaceful it was to decompress like this.
Suddenly a LOUD crack and pop sound as embers flew high into the air! It caused Rosamund to jump and gasp in surprise which drew Vincent back from his spacing out. He glanced at her and chuckled before he shifted and stretched on the rock. And as he did, he became aware that his mind was blissfully blank and even a little dazed! The fire and Rosamund were the only things really on his mind now. While he felt occasional small, painful pulses move through his ribcage he found he just didn't care about it! Not one flying fuck! He was high and there were more interesting things to focus on now! Even having company wasn't so bad anymore. Silently he prayed his thanks to the heavens above!
"How are you feeling?"
Vincent inhaled deeply and let it out as he thought about it. How did he feel? To be honest he didn't really know. All that really mattered was that he didn't feel how he felt before. His troubles seemed so far away, and right now he just didn't care, which is what he wanted. With that in mind, Vincent turned his gaze towards Rosamund and declared with a small grin, "Like I want some more." Rosamund laughed softly and joined Vincent in smoking as he lit his pipe once again.
"This is just what I needed," he admitted. "You have no idea how grateful I am for you right now. Tonight's just been one thing after another." Vincent sighed and drew on his pipe once more time; slow and deep, before setting it down in his lap and he quieted. Beside him, Rosamund blushed slightly again before clearing her throat softly. She hadn't expected the captain to say that. It wasn't often he spoke about personal troubles. But, then again, the herb could really loosen one's tongue. It seemed like he really had a lot on his mind.
"Well, I'm grateful for your company!" she told him sincerely. "And I sure hope that being here with me and smoking the herb makes up for the shitty evening! How is Damien, by the way? I was expecting he'd be with you."
"He's fine. I just wanted to come out on my own tonight," he explained with a small shrug. Vincent didn't really know what else to say. They had worked things out. Vincent had just needed some time to clear his head and breathe was all. While he valued Rosamund in many ways, he wasn't about to divulge his personal troubles to her; especially that Damien was the reason he was here. There was still a professional line and he had to keep it drawn.
"I'll bring him next time. Though he'll be leaving for a few weeks soon. He's going to be visiting family."
"Yeah? He doesn't seem like much of a family man. Though I'm sure a few girls in my tribe would be happy to test the theory."
"Heh, I bet they would. He really isn't, but I'm making him go. Otherwise, I'm going to end up in the insane asylum."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just a joke," Vincent replied quickly as he realized that last part slipped out despite his intention to not say anything. Yet, he couldn't stop himself as he continued overexplaining, "He's fine. We're fine. It's....fine. You are definitely making up for the shitty evening. So...thank you."
Vincent gave her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before he averted his gaze back to the fire. Then he brought his pipe to his lips as if nothing were wrong. He knew that hadn't been very convincing.
And just so, Rosamund had made a small little face as fought not to ask aloud: 'Are you serious?' Instead, she licked her lips and brought her joint to her lips and took a slow, deep drag off of it. Thankfully, Vincent hadn't seen her expression, she thought.
"Anything for you, Captain. You are always welcome at my hearth."
Vincent could hear the sincerity in her voice and he believed it. She really was a dependable associate. He'd known her a long time now and had watched her grow to the businesswoman she was today; a successful one at that. But now he saw her as more than just a person for business. Perhaps...perhaps he had for some time and hadn't realized it. Either way, he was glad to realize that he was starting to make another genuine friend. Perhaps he wasn't as alone in this world as he thought.
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Vincent spent the next three hours with Rosamund. He enjoyed their little banter here and there. Most of it was professional; picking on each other's businesses and talking about Summers past spent in business together. Vincent was happy to talk about the past. He hadn't brought up anything really new. Catching up for real would be another time.
Vincent had smoked down the entire bowl and had received the relief he so badly needed; physically and mentally. He knew he would be aching later from all the coughing but still didn't care and knew it would be worth it. He would take the bhang to help supplement while his body adjusted to smoking again and use it more sparingly.
"Thank you again for everything, Rosamund. By the way, I definitely want that Carsottoph grower's name," Vincent was telling Rosamund as he got ready to go. He tucked his pipe and newly purchased herb away; concealed in a way one would never know it was on him. Behind him, Rosamund was tucking away her special wares with a smug little grin. Then she hopped back down from the wagon and folded her arms across her abdomen and smiled at him.
"Good! I knew you would! When you come back next, I'll get that to you. Be well, Captain. See you on Monday?"
"See you then."
Vincent inclined his head respectfully and with an appreciative smile, he turned and set off for the city. Now he was feeling lighter and better. He felt he could finally breathe again. This was infinitely a much better feeling! Good ol' Rosie!
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
Special thank you to my husband Vin (Be My Mannequin? Pose Store) for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
And thank you to Mythra Rose-Älskling for starring as our lovely, dependable Rosamund!
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This photo represents feelings of detachment from oneself or others.
Difficulty with handling emotions.
Chronic anxiety and depression.
Sensory processing difficulties, and dissociation.
Gracias to KSYM 90.1 + Dave at Hogwild Records!
There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Diminish, a carnival of sorts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.
Gentlemen don't get caught,
cages under cage.
Gentlemen don't get caught,
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town.
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town.
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town.
Make It Louder.
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TOBACCO : THE SILENT KILLER
There are different varieties of tobacco. It is either smoked in the form of cigarettes or bidis, or chewed or inhaled as naswar or snuff.
Smoking is very harmful to our body and it causes many forms of diseases in the consumer. Chronic Smoking leads to decrease in resistance in the body so that common afflictions such as flu and cold are easily contracted by the consumer of tobacco. Sense of taste and smell is also lost in chronic smokers. This leads to loss of appetite and poor nutrition leads to many debilitating diseases. Smoking causes fatal diseases such as lung cancer and cancer of the mouth and hence it is a killer in the long run. It shortens the life span of the consumer.
Cigarette smoking is a major cause of cancers of the lungs, larynx ( voice box ), mouth, throat, and oesophagus. It also leads to development of leukemias.
Tobacco smoke decreases female fertility and increases the incidence of miscarriage, premature birth, stillbirth, infant death, and also causes low birth - weight in infants. Passive smoking means the inhalation of cigarette smoke by the persons who are themselves not smokers but inhale the smoke passively when they are in the viscinity of an active smoker. The smoke exhaled by a smoker is inhaled by the other persons who are present in the same room. Such passive smoking not only harms the smokers but also the people around them.
Tobacco smoke contains carcinogens which results in development of cancer in the individual. It also contains ammonia and carbon monoxide which harms the lungs and causes black smoky deposits in the air sacs of the lungs, thus decreasing the capacity of the lungs to oxygenate the blood resulting in chronic asphyxiation or suffocation.
The two types of smokeless tobacco are snuff and chewing tobacco. Snuff, a finely ground powdered tobacco, is inhaled in the nostrils and it causes sneezing. Chewing tobacco is also available. It is placed between the cheek and gum. Chewing tobacco is chewed and then the tobacco juices and saliva that collects in the mouth are spitted out and causes unsightly staining of the walls and staircases and thus destroys the asthetic values of public places.
Chewed tobacco causes Cancer of the cheeks, gums, lips and tongue. It also causes Cancer of the voice box, and cancer of the oesophagus. Heart Attacks, strokes and High Blood Pressure are a result of tobacco consumption. It also results in Stained teeth, tooth decay, receding gums, gum disease, bad breath and black hairy tongue. Tobacco use can lead to Toxic Amblyopia or Optic Neuritis in the individual. This can cause blindness in both the eyes.
Stomach Problems such as Ulcers, stomach upset, increased bowel activity and stomach cancer are a result of tobacco chewing. It also causes Loss of Taste and Smell and loss of appetite and the resultant poor nutrition with the various disorders due to malnutrition.
All tobacco, including smokeless tobacco, contains nicotine, which is addictive. People chewing tobacco in betel leaf are over five times more likely to be at risk of cancer of the mouth. The betel nut itself is a known carcinogen.
Tobacco, whether consumed in a smokeless form, snuff, or chewing form is a killer and is better avoided by everyone. Recently in India there is a ban on smoking in public places which is a very good step taken by the government to eliminate passive smoking.