As a person with ADHD this would either knock me tf out and make me sleep like a baby, or js calm my mind tf down and make me the most productive man on the planet.
It doesn’t photograph well, but I feel like in person this outfit is fire.
In the 80s nobody would have blinked.
It’s a fine outfit, but it’s super dated.
It’s like 2010s dated mixed with 80s on trend but leopard is making a comeback, again
I thought it was Nicholas Cage
It isn’t?
Age 25
Nicolas Age?
Nicola Sage
I have no idea, I have prosopagnosia (face blindness) so I don’t bother trying to sort out who is in a given photo. Either way if this pic isn’t from around the 80s, super dated style :)
That’s why I go for basic cuts, solid colors, and timeless patterns. Like this dude (cage or otherwise) I refuse to update my wardrobe to keep up with fleeting fashion. I haven’t grown in 20+ years, why do I need new clothes?Unlike this dude I found a way to make that work without being a sore thumb (even when my hair was pink and purple and people could see me from half a mile away, I felt more comfortable than I’d feel in those clothes)
Unfortunately leapord print and patent leather don’t qualify as timeless. They are very dated. Fashion is cyclical, and we haven’t come back to patent leather or leopard print in a solid while (tho with all the leopards eating faces recently I feel like this is the time to bring back leopard print, if ever!) Especially the shiny pants. Even in the 90s those were outdated.
Now I’m imaging him as the sole person (outside of gimp suit users) who wants that wet black look, and paying through the nose to have new pants made… probably all true, too. Now I’m a bit sad.
this style wouldnt be that crazy in berlin
I could pull this off. I just know it.
That’s exactly why you could pull this off. Confidence.
One time I did accidentally drink 1200mg of caffeine.
I bought a bunch of Celsius energy drinks in a bunch of different flavors when they first came out. and i bought them on the way to a party so i figured i would just store them in the fridge there and take them home in the morning. and then the party got going and I got tipsy and somehow forgot they were caffeinated. So I was just mixing them up, thinking they were seltzers, and drank literally all of them with a shit ton of alcohol. Which feels great when the alcohol is still in effect because they sort of compliment each other.
So I was just full of a somehow relaxed energy for a while. But then I got this sudden weird urge to walk home. So I just left at like 2 a.m. and walked halfway across the city at 2am. No one bothered me, but I probably looked like an insane tweaker (Which I basically was ).
So I got home to my bed which is where I wanted to be. But I was weirdly just like not sleepy at all. and then my husband calls me like where the fuck did you go. which, FAIR. So I told him that he took it in stride remarkably well. but then he was like where did the energy drinks go? And I was like, what energy drinks? and then I checked my pulse and it dawned on me.
Anyway, I looked it up in the LD50 was like 10 times what I had. plus my as needed medication for anxiety is propranolol anyway. But I did spend like the next six hours in bed under a fan throwing the blanket on and off myself and occasionally running to the bathroom to shit my guts out.
It was almost as bad as the time I took 300mg of THC as a first time never even smoked before dose.
That’s some crazy shit. Please, continue.
I forget where exactly the dosage calculation got screwed up but it was also one of those things where I wasn’t feeling it yet so I took more and when it finally kicked in I was fucked. I felt my blood pressure drop (and verified it actually, my anxiety med is also a blood pressure med after all) and wound up calling an ambulance. It turned out I didn’t need the ambulance for the blood pressure but just because I probably would have aspirated my puke.
I remember thinking every single thought possible and them branching out infinitely from each individual one of those and also thinking the opposite of them all at the same time. I was convinced I was somehow aware that I was having a seizure (which like, isn’t a thing). I remember feeling like that bit in 2001 A Space Odyssey where he goes through the monolith like I was being dragged across the universe by a rope around my neck. Then I got thrown into whatever that thing bender was talking to was in the Godfellas episode of futurama.
Then I woke up in the ER having been propped up over the siderail of a stretcher over a bucket full of puke with IV fluids running. 2/5 stars. I’d give it less but I’m pretty sure I met god and I’d hate to be rude. It was a lot less nice than the time I passed out on my first day of work, although I don’t remember much of the unconscious period of that one either.
Please, continue.
ok final story; I have to get some sleep at some point.
my very first healthcare job was as a phlebotomist going around room to room in the hospital collecting blood samples. So possibly one of the few jobs on their feet as much or even more than the nurses. But I didn’t really understand how hospitals were laid out yet so I had just been trying to keep my eyes out for a water fountain and just couldn’t seem to find one. So I got a little dizzy but figured we’d go for lunch or something soon so I’d just push through.
Finally I was starting to get real dizzy though so I went and asked a nurse for some water and she was like “oh, you mean the nutrition room!” and pointed it out in the nurses station. So I turned and looked where she was pointing, then looked back, and the world narrowed into a pinpoint and disappeared. I vaguely and briefly remember walking on a beach and talking to someone at this point, but I don’t remember who it was or what was said.
Then I woke up sitting in a rolly chair with like ten people around me and I couldn’t move my mouth because my lips were completely numb. Somebody took my blood sugar and it was fine, but also I got really nauseous suddenly and I wanted to warn them but I couldn’t speak. But then I gagged a little and there was an eme-bag under my face SO fast.
Anyway at that point a stretcher showed up and some lady introduced herself to me as the intensivist and they started wheeling me down to the ER and the only word I was finally able to get out was nooooooooo and she was like “oh yes honey, we’re definitely going to the ER.” And then my supervisor (my brand new supervisor, this was my FIRST. DAY.) came down while I was still puking everywhere and helped clean my puke off me.
The end!
What was the fallout afterwards? Did they just say “you need to stay hydrated,” or what?
pretty much, yeah. there’s not much else to say! I didn’t stay at that job long but it was less to do with that in particular and more it was ultimately just because it wasn’t meant to be.
I remember thinking every single thought possible and them branching out infinitely from each individual one of those and also thinking the opposite of them all at the same time.
I ate a bunch of caffeine pills once. Between bouts of intense nausea I remember being in bed, feeling distinctly like a giant rectangular slab of jello, with my emotions and memories being little pockets of jelly suspended in my form.
The most relatable post on Lemmy 😂 Never change!
I did the same thing with mio energy (energy drink concentrate) once, expect it was more… intentional.
I was quite stupid then. Nothing like a raging headache and a pumping heart.
For real; have no idea what the caffeine amount was (very well could’ve been far less than both if you) but I took an edible with caffeine, once.
Tried it once, before, and barely noticed anything so I popped a second one, this time around.
Naturally, forgot I’d taken anything and only vaguely became aware, an hour later, than my heart was pounding. Trying to figure out why your heart is thundering out of your chest while stoned to Hell is probably not high on the Most Effective list.
