I will NEVER see an anomalocaris. I will NEVER hold a trilobite. I will NEVER see a dimetrodon or an eight foot long millipede. and I will NEVER see a pterosaur
What’s great is when the supplement contains a “proprietary blend” of ingredients and you CAN’T confirm what’s in it. Love that.
I saw a patient in a mental health setting who was taking a “mood enhancing” supplement that just listed “proprietary herbal blend” as the ingredient. They developed serotonin syndrome because one of the herbs in the “proprietary blend” was (almost certainly) St. John’s Wort. Which can interact very badly with meds for depression.
99% of supplements are snake oil garbage, and taking them can prove detrimental to your health.
Yeah I hate when I see a commercial and it’s like “it’s not a drug, just natural ingredients” like, um, got some news about where drugs come from. They don’t just come out of thin air, they are often refined natural ingredients.
Only supplement I take is melatonin and I list in my medications just like it’s another drug, because it is. And if you want to take a supplement, talk to a doctor. Find out first if it will help and is safe.
If there’s no ingredients list AND it doesn’t have the amount of each herb in it written on it…………don’t take it because you won’t even be able to look up what’s in it or how it could be affecting you.
The supplement market is so fucking unregulated.
My SIL is an ICU nurse. Lots of school, decades of work, and she decided to give me a bag of herbal tea “from the fantastic natural medicine shop” and didn’t bother reading the ingredients. The sales lady just said it’s great for treating anxiety.
It contained St. John’s Wort, and over half of the other ingredients do not play well with my meds and they fuck with epilepsy. I told her as much and she returned the stuff without much fuss. She knew what meds intake and my disabilities, and just went with “it’s all natural and therefore superior.” It’s no exaggeration when I say that shit would’ve killed me.
The only supplements I will use are what my dr(s) suggest, and right now that’s just more Vitamin B (helps ease the tremors in my hands).
Also, please list what other drugs you use, like marijuana, CBD, THC, etc and write the doses with them. I use edibles for pain and sleep, they’re gummies with a precise dosage. It’s on the med list I carry in my purse. Every nurse who does my intake has this look of relief when I hand it to them because no guessing game.
Herbs aren’t magic, they’re *medicine.*
So don’t treat them like magic. Treat them like the pharmaceuticals they are. That means thinking about things like dosage and drug interactions.
sir please thats my emotional support song that i first heard on a 8tracks playlist in 2014
sir please thats my emotional support song that i first heard on an amv in 240p on youtube in 2009 and that i can only re-listen on youtube because it tastes better there
I think part of the reason why we feel so sad is that we’re too far away from raw, numinous experiences. Like you know that post with a picture of the unpolluted night sky where people are reacting in terrified awe not realizing that’s what the stars really look like?
I think it’s like. You need vivid experiences that can’t be easily repeated. You need elemental things. I don’t mean this in a crunchy hippie just-try-yoga way I mean this in a way that’s like…we’re inside all the time and most things we experience are scheduled ahead of time. When there are sidewalks, we follow them, and there’s always some boring place to go. You need things that no one has any control over and that no one can sell for money.
You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.
With wings too small for true flight, Shortwings are often bred for their colors/fancy plumage - blue being coveted above all others followed closely by iridescence.
