As you knew (or now know) Google is saying GBYEBYE to Google Reader, a popular feed reader for bloggers and those who like RSS feeds in general. Google caused quite an uproar, and their reason of “decline of use” was quickly met with a day’s worth of a Worldwide Trending Topic on Twitter.
No doubt I was pissed.
Alas, I found a few alternates such as BlogLovin’ (which I have sparingly used in the past.) Feedly (too flashy and busy for my tastes) and The Old Reader.
BlogLovin’ is my go-to right now, but unfortunately lacks keyboard shortcuts. 😐
(photo is mirrored, it’s actually on the other side of my face.)
I wish TMJ woes on no one. Not even my worst enemy.
Since I’m awesome about filling people in about what something is:
Temporomandibular joint disorder, TMJD (in the medical literature TMD), or TMJ syndrome, is an umbrella term covering acute or chronic pain, especially in the muscles of mastication and/or inflammation of the temporomandibular joint, which connects the mandible to the skull. The primary cause is muscular hyper- or parafunction, as in the case of bruxism, with secondary effects on the oral musculoskeletal system, like various types of displacement of the disc in thetemporomandibular joint. The disorder and resultant dysfunction can result in significant pain, which is the most common TMD symptom, combined with impairment of function. Because the disorder transcends the boundaries between several health-care disciplines — in particular, dentistry and neurology — there are a variety of treatment approaches.
The temporomandibular joint is susceptible to many of the conditions that affect other joints in the body, including ankylosis, arthritis, trauma, dislocations, developmental anomalies, neoplasia and reactive lesions. (via Wikipedia)
I somehow angered my TMJ and spent yesterday and the day before getting the inflammation down (Ibuprofen and ice) so I can open my damn mouth without hearing gross clicking, grinding, crunching, what have you.
They tell you not to lean on your hand (oops.), lean on your phone with your shoulder (oops.) nor yawn too wide. (Well, that’s something I CAN’T control.) and a couple other things are a no-no for a person with TMJ issues but I forget them right now…
Are you still reading? Yeah? Awesome on your part because here’s my story for today’s Scintilla Project.
Foreword: I’ll be referring to two other people in this story as AC and CW as I don’t have permission to use their real names and I can’t exactly grab their permission since I don’t speak to them anymore much. High School graduation does that.
Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Write about a time you taught someone a lesson you didn’t want to teach.
It was our second year in High School, and AC would be graduating soon. We felt pretty awesome for having an older friend to look up to. We’d hang out after school and watch Cartoon Network (Remember the days of watching Anime in the afternoon?!) and generally have a good time.
Eventually AC started declining in mood, she’d lie facedown on CW’s bed unwilling to move. We’d urge her to get up, and eventually she did, but ran into CW’s bathroom and barricaded herself in there. We’d heard the water running, all too well of a tell-tale sign someone was trying to cover up cutting. We intervened, and AC went home.
Being the concerned friends, we turned to our parents for help and we were told to perhaps get the school counselor involved and to not associate with AC because she might be “influential.”
The next day, CW went to the school counselor as planned and explained the situation to her. They called AC down to speak to her, and she was furious at me when I saw her later that day during our lunch period.
She threatened that she would slit her throat if I didn’t go with her to the school counselor. She thought our entire plan to perhaps get her some help that she obviously needed was wrong.
Being the concerned friend again, I ate my lunch and then went down to the school counselor behind her.
The school counselor was trying to reason with her that what we did that was ‘so wrong’ to her, potentially saved her life.
And we did.
Because today, AC is married and has a young son.
I think if CW and I hadn’t done anything and just let AC self-destruct, she probably wouldn’t be here today.
We taught her that friendship always wins out in the end, even it goes against another friend’s wishes.