i don't know that anybody reads on Inkitt, tech bros like this kind of thing because they want to sell to credulous investors not because they think they're going to get any readers
AFAICT, nobody reads serial fic in English anywhere except wanna-be writers, so while Inkitt sorta does seem like a pyramid scheme, the writers do know what the (lousy) deal is in advance & it's on them if they publish there anyway
☝️ anybody in the @actuallyautistic community have any leads for Indigenous Autistic bloggers for @limbicnoodle ? Especially focused on identity and advocacy.
Xolair is intended for repeated use to reduce the risk of allergic reactions and is not approved for the immediate emergency treatment of allergic reactions, including anaphylaxis.
Epi Pens are for immediate emergency response for allergic reactions, they aren’t preventative in any way.
Epi Pens are basically just a shot of adrenaline, they don’t actually act directly on your immune system at all, it’s basically just sends an override message to your body to forget about whatever else it’s doing and focus on opening up your airways, pumping blood, or whatever else you might need in order to, for example, run from a lion.
Which buys you some time, but you’re still probably going to need some treatment or monitoring once the adrenaline wears off, and you’re probably going to feel like shit afterwards, and epinephrine isn’t without it’s own pretty significant risks and side effects.
Yeah OIT will slowly “train” your immune system to not react to increasing amounts of an allergen. This is literally a monoclonal antibody that binds to free IgE antibodies so that there will be fewer of them around if you’re exposed to an allergen.
It seems much more well suited for its originally approved uses of allergic asthma and nasal polyps (which are caused by recurrent allergic inflammatory processes involved in sinusitis/rhinitis) than it would be for food allergies.
Normally you use a separate AP to do that. BSDs don’t normally have good support for WiFi cards. Consumer WiFi cards aren’t really meant for use as APs anyway.
What being #AuDHD is like.
I decided to make miso-glazed eggplants for dinner. I usually make them with some sesame seeds. This time when I was almost done, I couldn’t find the sesame. I know I have at least two different packs somewhere. I found none on my seeds shelf, I wasn’t able to find any from the first try in my a bit too well-stocked pantry cabinets. So I got upset, finished making them as is, and don’t want them for dinner anymore, and am now cooking eggplants with za’atar
@olena@actuallyautistic yeah, days like that are no fun. Both of mine do the same thing in occasion, so I know the feeling very well. My last one was over simple rice that I had rushed to make for fried rice, only to discover while cooking the fried rice that it was sightly more wet than it should be. My whole belief in my cooking ability crumbled to dust for the day, and I ended up tossing the rice. Meltdown days are no fun, and i am sorry to hear about your bad day
@olena@actuallyautistic oddly, I actually ended up turning that experience into a teaching experience for myself. My mom never washed rice, so the concept of doing so baffled me for a long time. To prevent a repeat of soggy rice, I spent a week making sure I could make rice perfectly
I remember teachers and adults acting like groups of kids making up chants about me in front of them wasn't anything they could do anything about.
Unless it was a swear word or a slur there was no response or recourse.
And that's just so bizarre to me.
I'm trying to imagine myself just sitting there as a kid cries while six kids make fun of them. I can't. I would feel like I was overseeing the persecution like some kind of captain of meanness.
I was routinely subject to 100 on 1's on my school playground. The teachers didn't see anything wrong with letting the whole class chase me down and kick me until they got bored.
My gym teacher forced me to dislocate my knees on a routine basis for a couple years, too. I was so neglected at home it never occurred to me to tell my gene donors about my knees. Finally a neighbor saw and told mom, who got me a doctor's note for gym.