Me: My dysautonomia isn’t that bad. Surely I’m just exaggerating.
-10 minutes outside in the heat-
Me: *gets dizzy doing turns in new power chair*
Me: *has to work laying down with feet up*
Me: *either falls asleep or faints after fussing with electrical chords at 8:00 PM or so*
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My new screen tablet arrived today!!! It’s so big!!!
Cannot wait to try it out for real on Friday because I have the day off, for now it’s just basically going to be a third monitor on my desk at work.
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I’M ALIVE!!
And back with a WIP Wednesday post (on a Friday, but time is but a construct lol)
Some progress on the Bubble Tea Shawl! (Not a whole lot bc life has been super busy lately and I’ve been too Spent to focus on knitting (even repetitive patterns), but still!)
Update: finished object
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couldn’t remember the name of a thing. the plastic (rubber?) that is around a wire. the tube you pull off to attach the wire to something. not ‘wrapping.’ not ‘sleeve.’ wire’s little shirt. what is it???
the term is ‘insulation.’
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you forget to charge yourself so your body automatically enters low power mode. you reach for your cable, but autonomous movement was deemed lesser than core function, so all your servos go offline at once, leaving you trapped in your own body.
you lay there in a heap, fingertips millimeters from your charger. yet you aren’t worried. your core can last for weeks in this state, without all those hydraulics and higher processing power draining your electricity cells.
your partner finds you hours later, though in your drained haze it felt a lot shorter. her touch imparts a brief static tug back to awareness, your subdued sensors briefly overwhelmed after so long in such a low power environment.
she lays on the floor, filling your cameras viewport with her face (eventually recognized as “smug”). she asks you something, but your taxed system’s language recognition fails to identify a meaning.
you just lay there in response, endlessly buffering.
she sits you up against the wall, letting you see her in her entirety as she grabs your charger and begins fiddling with your access ports, her fingers grazing the unshielded metal of the outlets.
biostatic impulses are a lot stronger than most organics realize.
she finds the right port and gently inserts the charging cable, instantly filling you with sensations as all your previously-dampened subsystems flare back to life, your body subtly jolting back to working order.
your movement and vocal systems still won’t work for a while as a precaution until your battery level gets higher, but the instant spinning up of your fans lets your partner know exactly how you’re feeling.
with a kiss, again lighting up your newly responsive sensors, she leaves, eagerly awaiting your return to full functionality.
you stay seated, replaying the sensation of her kiss over and over.
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This is making me so angry. So angry. I just want a fucking recipe for fucking eggnog. But no. No. Lolli isn’t allowed to google things. Or YouTube things. Or load stories on ao3. Or post on tumblr. Why? You ask Lolli why Lolli isn’t allowed? Lolli doesn’t know. All Lolli knows is that the fucking Internet fucking sucks and that they would have had better luck in some backwater town in some stupid little third world country because THOSE ACTUALLY HAVE BETTER INTERNET THAN LOLLI DOES IN FUCKING GERMAN
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