Heated Weighted Blanket

... cozy fluffiness like a snuggly blanket right until something very hard... head to toe in a weighted blanket also a heated one and somehow underwater and...

... the light fails. Wooden blades, weighted to match steel, building the...." He picks up the saddle blanket. "Watch. I'll show you once... is warm against my chest, heated by exertion and body heat...

I listen to calming music or something nostalgic because it puts me at ease and helps me relax. Other things that I do are: drink herbal tea (small cup) take my time with skincare use a heated and weighted blanket listen to positive affirmations look in the mirror and say 'goodnight' to myself BONUS: go to bed on time every night, because quality sleep helps with anxiety!!

.... "Even with me putting a blanket order to keep quiet about ... to the…sudden reassignments." The weighted pause made it obvious as ... for help if things get heated? Help, that's far closer compared ...

... or so w/without the weighted heated blanket without discomfort, come to your...

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Night sweats are honestly ruining my sleep lately. I wake up drenched like multiple times a night, even with the AC on, and normal blankets just make it worse. I’ve been looking into weighted blankets because the pressure actually helps my anxiety, but every time I try one I end up overheating like crazy. So now I’m wondering… does a real cooling weighted blanket for night sweats actually exist or is it just marketing? I keep seeing “cooling” ones made with bamboo, cotton, or lyocell, but I don’t know if they actually stay breathable through the whole night or just feel cool for the first 10 minutes. Some reviews say they still trap heat no matter what. If anyone here actually sleeps hot / deals with night sweats—what worked for you? Any brands that genuinely don’t turn into a heat trap at 2am? I’m not trying to waste money again, just want something that actually works in real life, not just in ads. submitted by /u/Lopsided_Tough9254 to r/BedroomBuild [link] [comments]

Hey all, it’s been heating up where I am and I’m wondering what you guys think is the very best COOLING weighted blanket out there? I have a Luxome and it’s been decent but it’s not that cooling tbh. Obviously I wouldn’t mind less expensive but I’d rather spend extra to get something good if necessary. Also, do y’all think that weighted blankets are somehow not going to be as cooling as non-weighted blankets? Just wondering what y’all think. Thanks everyone! submitted by /u/boxerpuncher2023 to r/WeightedBlankets [link] [comments]

Every time I look into weighted blankets, the recommendations seem completely split—some people swear by them, others say they’re overrated or uncomfortable long-term. Hard to tell what’s actually worth paying attention to. For context, weighted blankets are heavier-than-normal blankets filled with materials like glass beads or plastic pellets. They’re used while sleeping or relaxing, and are often recommended for promoting a sense of calm or improving sleep quality. People usually start looking into them for anxiety, restlessness, or just wanting that “held down” feeling that’s supposed to be comforting. I’ve been researching this pretty deeply to put together a guide that’s actually useful and not just repeating the same top picks everywhere. I’ve gone through reviews, comparisons, and brand claims, but there’s a lot of mixed feedback—especially around comfort, durability, and whether they actually help. Reddit tends to surface more honest, long-term experiences, so I’m trying to fill in those gaps and make the recommendations more grounded. A few things I’d really like to hear about: How has your weighted blanket held up after months of regular use? Did it actually improve your sleep or just feel novel at first? Any regrets with weight choice (too heavy, too light)? Are higher-end brands noticeably better, or mostly hype? What’s something you didn’t realize mattered until after using one (cooling, stitching, size, etc.)? Who do you think weighted blankets are not a good fit for? From what I’ve gathered so far, there are a few main types: knit weighted blankets, traditional quilted ones with bead filling, and cooling versions with breathable fabrics. The biggest factors seem to be weight distribution, fabric type, and whether it traps heat. A lot of marketing focuses on “perfect weight formulas” or sleep benefits that don’t always seem consistent across users. One common mistake is choosing a blanket that’s too heavy based on general guidelines instead of personal comfort. I’m also noticing that some cheaper options have issues with beads shifting or uneven pressure over time, while mid-range ones sometimes perform just as well as premium brands if the stitching is solid. Trying to put together something actually useful and avoid recommending the wrong picks. Would love to hear real experiences before I finalize anything—anything I’m missing here? submitted by /u/New_Cupcake7336 to r/ProductQuery [link] [comments]

They sell this thing for $404, but you can do it for $60. submitted by /u/Stunning_Win8464 to r/evilautism [link] [comments]

On Monday I made the hard (but right) decision to take my old-man-baby cat to the vet for his final sleep, and I am just…devastated. I thought that his many health scares over the years and the buckets of tears I have shed over him in the process would have meant that my heart was more prepared for this moment, but unfortunately, that turned out not to be the case. Please allow me to tell you about my spicy orange cat. I got Lonestar as a 8-week old kitten when I was 22, several months before I met and started dating the man who is now my husband. We would always half-joke that Lonestar came first in my life and in my heart. This cat was truly one of a kind and fully wild; among the shenanigans he pulled in his early years included surfing down the stairs in a collapsible cube, jumping down from the window right next to my face on the pillow at night while I slept to wake me up, turning on stove burners and walking away (yep, I’m serious- we had to remove the knobs from the stove when we weren’t using it), mysteriously getting himself on the roof of my apartment, and scaling the top of door frames hanging by just his front paws. He was fierce and feisty and never backed down from a fight regardless of who started it -usually it was twenty-something guys who wanted to play fight with a kitten and walked away bleeding. He grew up to be 15 lbs of muscle and not a cat to be trifled with. Despite all that, when he was scared or in a new home, he would hide under the blankets on the bed. You could easily see him as a lump, but it made him feels safe. As he aged, he mellowed naturally, but his grudge match approach to conflict never wavered. Until the very end, he was very clear that he would not tolerate any other cats in his home, so he was always our one-and-only, although he did have to suffer some dogs in his life, but they were always terrified of him. It was a wonderful surprise, therefore, that when my son was born and shared his home, he tolerated everything this kid brought- including so many attempts to crawl on top of him,scoop him up and carry him around like a doll, and sometimes even attempt to ride our poor kitty. We DID step in when we saw this behavior, I was just always amazed that Lonestar didn’t draw blood, like he would with anyone else who tried anything not nearly so bold as what my son did. One night, after we brought home a new rescue dog, and my son attempted to sneak into our room to crawl into bed with us- the new dog mistook my son for an intruder and chased him through the house, barking, while my son screamed in terror, until Lonestar got between his boy and the dog and repeatedly claw-slapped the dog in the face, putting her in her place and establishing his dominance over a dog three times his size for the rest of their time together. My son took to calling Lonestar “grandpa” and even dressed up as him one year for Halloween. Lonestar used up every one of his nine lives, surviving, among other ailments: urethra obstruction by urine crystals when he was 5; bobcat fever when he was 11 (with a case so bad his vascular system started shutting down, and the tips of his ears and tail got crispy and fell off, almost like he had frostbite🙀); a severe case of necrotic pancreatitis at 15 that required surgery and a three week stay at the clinic- his vet said it was truly a miracle he survived; temporary diabetes triggered by steroids at 16; and temporary blindness caused by an allergic reaction to carrageenan at 18. He despised the vet’s office and one of the indicators of him feeling better was when he started to snarl, snort and growl again when the vet or techs came near him. He was described as “fractious” in his file. He was diagnosed with lymphoma cancer back in August and given days, possibly weeks, but probably not months to live. He held on another six months. Through it all, he was my little satellite, orbiting around me, wanting to be in my lap during dinner, on the couch with us when we watched movies, in my son’s bed while we read bedtime stories and in my bed when the lights went out until I woke in the morning…when he would follow me into to the kitchen for my coffee. The past few weeks he was eating less and less, despite me giving him anything he would want. He’d be interested and start to eat but only get a few bites down before walking away, and he dropped weight quickly. This last weekend, his back legs started to splay out from beneath him at night. I barely slept, wanting to make sure he got to the water bowl, his food and the litter box (though honestly, he had been missing the box half the time these last few months.) One of those times, I decided it would be safer for him to stay on his bed with the electric heating pad on the ground with his food and water nearby. I went back to my bed but couldn’t sleep, I was still so worried about him. I thought I heard the bell on his collar jingle, so I got up and found him in front of my bedroom door. His back legs weren’t working very well, but he was still trying to get back to my bed, back to me. It broke my heart. I will always be grateful that we were able to let him go peacefully before it got any worse than that. I know he is finally free from the pain that kept him from purring on his last day. The lack of his presence now in our home is huge. I never realized how, on a subconscious level, I was always aware of where Lonestar was in relation to me, lest I trip over or step on him. It’s almost instinctual how I find myself constantly looking for him as I move about my day still, and it hurts more than I can describe. He was the anchor in my life that made wherever we lived home. Now that he’s gone, I feel unmoored. submitted by /u/The_way_forward_ to r/SeniorCats [link] [comments]

46(m) ASD ADHD solo dad w/ 2 kids. Kiddo 1 teen(m) is suspected ASD, but doesn't want an evaluation. With him I've always been on the same wavelength and able to communicate or understand what he struggles with easily, very often capable of offering helpful perspective and suggestions. Kiddo 2 preteen(f) is ADHD and now suspected of ASD and is being referred for eval. Puberty seems to be heigtening her ADHD, sensory sensitivity, anxiety, etc. Unlike her older sibling, she seems to be on a different portion of the spectrum from me, or the presentation/experience differences due to gender are at play, and it's not as intrinsic for me to pick up things she struggles with. It's probably a mix of both - we share some, but not all sensitivities, and often in different ways. So, we have to experiment more to figure out what works or helps. She does also receive professional services, so I'm not trying to do this alone. I've never used a weighted stuffy or blanket, but the idea appeals to kiddo 2. She had one small stuffy that you could put in the microwave or freezer safely to heat up or cool down, but it got dirty and when we washed it, it kept oozing weird gray sludge, no matter how much it was washed, and smelled strange and unpleasant, so I had to toss it out. I'm looking for more info to get something better that might be helpful for her. People familiar with them - what do you look for with these? What are the benefits? What do you avoid? Any other info or suggestions? Thank you. submitted by /u/Tenebrous_Savant to r/AutismTranslated [link] [comments]

Loadout: 50+ mile Sniper Adventure Challenge Race Kit (you don’t need this for bugging out!) Hey guys. I don’t thinks that having a military background makes somebody immediately qualified to give advice about prepping or moving over land. I actually think that a lot of Veterans overpack and are focus focused on the wrong thing for prepping or “bugging out”. We were trained to have logistics, supply, and fight. If you go into one of these situations with that mindset, you will be carrying way too much stuff. Following my time in the Ranger Regiment and as a conventional sniper, I started knocking out multi hundred mile treks around the United States. Dude, I ate so much humble pie from carrying too much weight and not understanding what it means to truly self support. In the military, you assume, “one is none and two is one”, meaning: you need to have redundancy in your gear. My pack for hiking the 800 mile Arizona Trail weighed about 22 pounds, 30 pounds when I had to walk 20 miles plus with no water points. I had a full kit: Bivy sleeping bag, water, filtration, and food for about five days. I covered +/- 30 miles a day for 40 days from the Mexican border to Utah. I experienced heat exhaustion and some gnarly foot injuries that I had to take care of out in the field. All this to say: you guys are carrying way too much stuff if you plan on walking 20 miles with no/little training. First: safest course of action for a lot of things is to stay in place. Here is a simple loadout for getting home if it’s 20 miles away: One Nalgene Bottle (everything in this kit goes inside the bottle when stored) -space blanket -Swiss Army knife -Cell phone charger pack -Ultra light rain jacket -Electrolytes -Antidiarrheal/ibuprofen (as long as you keep the water inside you you can probably make it home) -Sunscreen -Chapstick -2,000 calories -cheap sunglasses -headlamp -TP -aquamira tablets (chloranamine) -Collapsible pack (mystery ranch has a 19L) -compass (maybe) -if it’s winter time, obviously this list changes, you can fit one of those REI brand puffy jackets into pretty small spaces. Costco and farm supply stores have great gloves for $6 a set. That’s all you need to get home and walk 20 miles. Water is the most important thing. Water over a gun. Most people who serve in combat don’t actually shoot their weapon, every single one of them drinks water and goes to the bathroom. I’m all for prepping and being prepared - I know that I’m just some guy on the Internet but I have a lot of experience walking in and out of austere environments. On the tier list of things that you need, a firearm is pretty low - but probably still an essential item, if you know how to use it. If you’re looking for good shoes, I really like Hoka and Altras and for boots La Sportiva. You do not need three pocket knives and a Glock 19 with six mags and a plate carrier to get home when you live in rural Virginia or wherever. If you can carry in your state, cool, then put a Glock +2 mags in a fanny pack. Hot take: Your cell phone has a compass that will work even without service, it also has a flashlight, those little battery banks are pretty valuable and while I do like analog - if you’re truly reducing weight, then use the device that you use every single day that works without fail for hundreds of days in a row. Your cell phone is durable, it’s probably the item that you use the most and drop and it gets wet and it still works every single day. I wouldn’t take my personal cell phone into a war, but we’re just talking about getting home. submitted by /u/FTWkansas to r/prepping [link] [comments]

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https://imgur.com/a/Z5y1HHB I was stuck right next to the black gloves on top of the quicksand https://imgur.com/a/fLBPH1f https://imgur.com/a/hxFIsqi First off: I am a fairly experienced and fit backpacker. I am 6 feet tall, 190lbs, and in my early 30s. I have completed the Arizona Trail, Colorado Trail, and southern half of the CDT. I live on the western slope of Colorado and have extensive off trail experience in Utah. I've been bogged down in mud and sand countless times, but never like what happened today. I set off on a short section 20 mile section hike of Hayduke through Arches National Park yesterday, December 6th, 2025. That night I camped halfway in on a strip of BLM land. Today, before dawn, I moved toward the very upper reaches of Courthouse Wash. The air was in the upper twenties. The stream running through the canyon carried about an inch of water, barely more than a film of cold melt. I had walked through dozens of canyons just like it and nothing about it seemed unusual or dangerous. At 6:45 a.m. the ground educated me better than any map or memory ever could. My left foot dropped to the ankle with no warning. I shifted my weight to the right, and that leg went to the knee immediately. I freed the left foot, but the right stayed locked in place. I felt no fear at first. I had been in deep mud and deep sand before. I thought it was the same. It was not. My right leg was fixed in place as if set in concrete. I tried my trekking poles. They sank to the handles the moment I leaned on them. I dug with them anyway, hoping to carve out space around the trapped leg. The stream filled every hole instantly with sand and tiny stones. My knee bent to a painful forty five degrees over my foot, and I could not straighten it. After thirty minutes of digging and flailing, I had made no progress at all. My fingers were numb. The water kept moving around my leg, cold as ice. I was exhausted and I made the decision I hoped I would never have to make. I called for help. There was no cell service, so I tried to type a SOS message on my Garmin messenger app. The bluetooth connection failed on my phone. I painstakingly typed on the tiny Garmin with frozen fingers, 1 letter at a time. The message went out. Grand County Search and Rescue said they could not give me an estimated arrival time. I pulled dry layers from my pack, put on a melly, a fleece, and mittens, and waited. I worried about the knee more than the cold. I did not know how long it could stay bent like that before something tore or dislocated. At 8:40 a.m. a drone appeared overhead. I waved and SAR confirmed it was theirs. They told me someone would reach me in twenty minutes. Devon, a ranger from Arches, arrived first. He stayed on solid ground and handed me a shovel, knowing better than to step near the quicksand. I was already in the cold water nearly two hours at this point and I was slowing down from the exertion and cold. I wasn't able to shovel as fast as I hoped, but I made some progress. About ten minutes later the full SAR team arrived. They carried ladders, boards and more shovels. They built a stable path across the quicksand and dug around my leg faster than the stream could fill the hole. When they finally pulled me free, my shoe almost tore off but held on. My leg had no feeling left in it and nearly collapsed when I put weight on it. I carefully crossed the ladder to solid ground. EMS wrapped my leg in a heated blanket and placed warm packs against it. After fifteen minutes the feeling came back slowly. I told them I could hike out with them. They offered to carry my pack but I did it myself, mostly out of pride. We climbed out of the canyon to a remote dirt road. Devon drove me back to my car in Moab. On the ride back, he suggested I warn others, which is why I wrote this post. I drove home from there, sore but intact. The National Park Service, Utah Grand County Search and Rescue, EMS and the Garmin dispatchers did everything right. Without them I would have been stuck there until nightfall. My family wouldn't have called it in until I was overdue at 6pm. I would not have been found by chance. I owe them more than thanks. The exact spot that held me: 38°40'55.3"N 109°38'45.3"W. If nothing else, let this stand as a reminder to others. Quicksand is real. I didn't believe it before today. It does not care how experienced you are. It only cares that you stepped in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is the device that saved my life: https://www.garmin.com/en-US/p/793265/ Ask me anything. submitted by /u/Cop10-8 to r/Garmin [link] [comments]

https://imgur.com/a/Z5y1HHB I was stuck right next to the black gloves on top of the quicksand https://imgur.com/a/fLBPH1f https://imgur.com/a/hxFIsqi First off: I am a fairly experienced and fit backpacker. I am 6 feet tall, 190lbs, and in my early 30s. I have completed the Arizona Trail, Colorado Trail, and southern half of the CDT. I live on the western slope of Colorado and have extensive off trail experience in Utah. I've been bogged down in mud and sand countless times, but never like what happened today. I set off on a short section 20 mile section hike of Hayduke through Arches National Park yesterday, December 6th, 2025. That night I camped halfway in on a strip of BLM land. Today on December 7, before dawn, I moved toward the very upper reaches of Courthouse Wash. The air was in the upper twenties. The stream running through the canyon carried about an inch of water, barely more than a film of cold melt. I had walked through dozens of canyons just like it and nothing about it seemed unusual or dangerous. At 6:45 a.m. the ground educated me better than any map or memory ever could. My left foot dropped to the ankle with no warning. I shifted my weight to the right, and that leg went to the knee immediately. I freed the left foot, but the right stayed locked in place. I felt no fear at first. I had been in deep mud and deep sand before. I thought it was the same. It was not. My right leg was fixed in place as if set in concrete. I tried my trekking poles. They sank to the handles the moment I leaned on them. I dug with them anyway, hoping to carve out space around the trapped leg. The stream filled every hole instantly with sand and tiny stones. My knee bent to a painful forty five degrees over my foot, and I could not straighten it. After thirty minutes of digging and flailing, I had made no progress at all. My fingers were numb. The water kept moving around my leg, cold as ice. I was exhausted and I made the decision I hoped I would never have to make. I called for help. There was no cell service, so I tried to type a SOS message on my Garmin messenger app. The bluetooth connection failed on my phone. I painstakingly typed on the tiny Garmin with frozen fingers, 1 letter at a time. The message went out. Grand County Search and Rescue said they could not give me an estimated arrival time. I pulled dry layers from my pack, put on a melly, a fleece, and mittens, and waited. I worried about the knee more than the cold. I did not know how long it could stay bent like that before something tore or dislocated. At 8:40 a.m. a drone appeared overhead. I waved and SAR confirmed it was theirs. They told me someone would reach me in twenty minutes. Devon, a ranger from Arches, arrived first. He stayed on solid ground and handed me a shovel, knowing better than to step near the quicksand. I had been in the freezing water for two hours at this point and was completely exhausted from my past efforts to free myself. I dug slower than I hoped, but made some progress with the shovel. About ten minutes later the full SAR team arrived. They carried ladders, boards and more shovels. They built a stable path across the quicksand and dug around my leg faster than the stream could fill the hole. When they finally pulled me free, my shoe almost tore off but held on. My leg had no feeling left in it and nearly collapsed when I put weight on it. I carefully crossed the ladder to solid ground. EMS wrapped my leg in a heated blanket and placed warm packs against it. After fifteen minutes the feeling came back slowly. I told them I could hike out with them. They offered to carry my pack but I did it myself, mostly out of pride. We climbed out of the canyon to a remote dirt road. Devon drove me back to my car in Moab. On the ride back, he suggested I warn others, which is why I wrote this post. I drove home from there, sore but intact. The National Park Service, Grand County Search and Rescue, EMS and the Garmin dispatchers did everything right. Without them I would have been stuck there until nightfall. My family wouldn't have called it in until I was overdue at 6pm. I would not have been found by chance. I owe them more than thanks. The exact spot that held me: 38°40'55.3"N 109°38'45.3"W. If nothing else, let this stand as a reminder to others. Quicksand is real. I didn't believe it before today. It does not care how experienced you are. It only cares that you stepped in the wrong place at the wrong time. Edit1: I'd like to emphasize that the standard quicksand advice did not help me in this situation. The advice I heard before was to spread out by laying back over the quicksand (increasing surface area) and then swim out. This didn't work for two very big reasons in my situation. First, my leg became trapped and bent behind my body at an angle and locked in place like concrete. There was an immense amount of strain on the knee just maintaining my position out of the cold water. Laying down or moving side to side would have dislocated my knee or broken a bone because of how locked in I was. I tried making smaller movements to reduce the suction, but was unable to get it to budge at all. Second, the air tempatures were in the 20s and the water was just above freezing. I had encountered small patches of ice that morning in the wash. Had I "laid back" or "spread out" I would have gotten soaked in the creek that was flowing over the quicksand. Given the tempatures, I would have gone hypothemic before SAR could ever get to me. Also: I attempted to shimmy the best I could to break the suction, but my leg was locked in too solidly despite my best efforts. Digging with my hands and trekking poles proved to be futile as the stream refilled the hole with quicksand faster than I could dig. By the time you see the drone footage I am exhausted from hours of struggling. DONATE TO UTAH GRAND COUNTY SEARCH AND RESCUE HERE https://www.grandcountyutah.net/734/Donate-to-GCSAR submitted by /u/Cop10-8 to r/CampingandHiking [link] [comments]

Quite often on this sub, I see people ask questions about cotton yarn and whether or not they should use it, and the replies are unfortunately usually an overwhelming no, generally steering people towards animals fibers, animal fiber blends, or acrylic (if it’s a budget concern). The reasons listed are always it’s too hard/unpleasant to work with, too heavy, and it lacks stretch. Only one of these is objectively true. As a person who knits primarily in cotton and plant fibers due to animal fiber sensitivities, it’s always disappointing to see people unfairly silo cotton as a fiber only for dishcloths. Cotton is a wonderful fiber that is sturdy, easy care, easy wear, and is generally more sensory and allergen friendly than animal fibers. Once you stop expecting cotton to behave exactly like wool, and approach it with the right tools and techniques, knitting with cotton and other plant based can be an easy and pleasant experience, with wonderful results. Unpleasant? Just as with wool, there are a range of textures for cotton, from quite rough to buttery soft, and you often get what you pay for. Mercerized cottons are smoother with more sheen and richer colors, and Pima cotton has an almost wool-like fuzzy halo. It’s also important to remember that unlike wool, cotton and other plant fibers soften up as they’re washed. A swatch may feel a bit rough while knitting it, but will generally always be softer after washing, and will continue to become softer and more comfortable with each wash. Think of a t-shirt – many are a bit stiff originally, but after repeated washing become incredibly soft and comfortable. Consider that until the more recent prevalence of synthetic fibers, most of the day to day clothing we wore was cotton. Hard To Work With? I have no problem admitting that cotton works differently than wool, and that there is a bit of a learning curve, but I think the impression that it’s difficult is overblown. The main difference of plant based fibers is that they lack elasticity and split more easily. While these can make it troublesome at first, knitting with plant fibers is just another knitting skill to practice and master, just as you would knitting cables, lace, or colorwork. We don’t tell people not to do those things because they are hard at first, we tell them to have patience and practice. The same should be said of knitting with plant based yarns. The lack of natural elasticity does make consistent tension more important, as the yarn won’t stretch and condense as much to even things out. For this reason I wouldn’t recommend plant fibers when you’re first learning to knit, but once you can maintain even tension, it shouldn’t be an issue. If you find the lack of elasticity hurts your hands, it could be that you’re knitting at too tight a gauge, or you may need to take more frequent breaks. The lack of lanolin can also cause it dry out your hands more – remember to moisturize periodically and it’s shouldn’t be an issue. The lack of elasticity means it’s also not suited to things knit with negative ease, like socks, as it will stretch out and not shrink back until put washed and dried. Plant based yarn’s tendency to split is due to the fact that fibers don’t grab onto themselves the same way that animal fiber does. Mostly this just means that a little extra care and attention is needed when knitting, but splitting can also be greatly helped by needle choice. Some people prefer sharp needles so that the tips can be precisely placed avoid splitting a stitch, but others prefer blunter needles to avoid accidentally inserting fine points into the strands of yarn. It’s entirely preference; I prefer sharp needles. Since plant based yarns lack lanolin, smoother needles tend to make for a more pleasant experience with less friction. There is a balance to hit though, as while very slippery needles make knitting plant fibers fast and frictionless, it does also make it easier for stitches to accidentally slip off. If this happens frequently, you may want to try grabbier needles, especially if you’re not the most confident at picking stitches back up. Personally, I find the occasional dropped stitch a fair trade off for the frictionless feel of metal needles. Too Heavy? My number one cotton related pet peeve is that people say it’s too heavy. The only knit I have ever made that was Too Heavy was made of superwash wool. The weight of a project will ultimately come down to the size made and yardage needed. Yarn will always tell you both the yardage and the weight; if you know how much yarn your project will need, you know how much it’s going to weigh. You can absolutely do the math before you buy the yarn, compare it to something you already own, and decide if it’s too heavy for you. Every sweater I wear is cotton or mostly cotton, and not a single one would I describe as heavy. The cotton sweaters I have made, in generally what would be considered large or extra large sizes, DK to worsted weight, with positive ease, weigh between 21-25 ounces. The machine knit cotton sweaters I own, in similar sizes and styles, weigh between 21-28 ounces. The average weight of all my cotton sweaters is 23 ounces. Of the three wool sweaters I have (similar sizes and fits to my cotton collection), two are about 30 ounces, and one is 40 ounces. The 40 ounce sweater (that’s 2.5 pounds/1.13 kg!!) is the only one that is Too Heavy to wear, and it’s superwash wool. I know my sample size is small, and I am not saying that wool sweaters are heavier than cotton sweaters, I am just saying that cotton has an unfair reputation for being heavy. I don’t believe that the average cotton sweater is really any heavier than the same sweater made of wool. The Benefits of Cotton Having hopefully debunked some bad opinions about plant fibers, let me just take a minute to extol their virtues: * Not itchy: Like many people, I am sensitive to animal fibers, and I can feel even a small amount of wool in a blend. The last project I did attempting to make animal fibers work for me was in a 70% Pima cotton and 30% superwash Merino blend, and guess what? Still itchy! Manageable enough that can wear a long sleeve shirt underneath it and wear it for an hour or two, but after that, it had to come off. Even if a yarn feels soft in the skein, when all the fibers are running in the same direction, it won’t necessarily feel that way in the finished garment, when the yarn is constantly changing direction a d teh fibers are able to stick out willy nilly. * Not as hot as wool: If you run hot, or want to be able to wear a sweater while you run errands on a winter day without sweating once you actually get into a store, because they all keep their heat at 70° despite it being like 40° outside, then cotton is for you. I can get by for about 60% of the year wearing a t-shirt and a cotton sweater. Even if wool didn’t make me itch, I can really only wear it outside in the winter without being too hot. * Easy care: Go ahead and throw it in the washing machine! It will be fine! If it’s delicate, throw it in a lingerie bag. Put it in the dryer even! You don’t need to baby your cotton knits. They will not felt. They may shrink a little, but if they do, spray some water on them and give them a stretch and they’ll come back. When they start to stretch out a bit after a few wears, either wash them or just pop them in the dryer for 20 minutes, and they’ll come right back. If you read this far, thank you. I hope I’ve been able to open your hearts and minds, at least a little, to plant based fibers. If you’ve tried plant fibers and haven’t been able to make them work for you, or just don’t prefer them, that’s absolutely valid! Plant fiber aren't suited for everything, just as animal fibers aren't either. Animal fibers are wonderful, with many unique benefits of their own, and I often wish that I could wear them! The siren song of mohair calls to me as much as it does to anyone else. My real motivation here was just the combat the constant barrage of “Don’t use cotton, cotton is so heavy, cotton is a pain to work with and feels bad”. Some of us don’t have a lot of other options, and it can be very discouraging to be told over and over that if you find wool itchy, just try this different wool, or that different wool, or this alpaca, or that cashmere, etc, only to find that none of them work. I wonder how many knitters have just given up because they can’t wear wool, so what’s even the point of knitting. I’ve seen posts on this sub to that effect, as well as people who want to learn but are discouraged before they even start, because they can’t wear wool. I love knitting; I love having a handcraft to do while watching movies or tv or listening to podcasts, I love being able to make my own clothes and accessories, and I love knitting with cotton yarn! It is not a consolation to me; it is not something where I think to myself, “ugh, I wish this was wool”, or “I just want this to be finished so I can wear it, because actually knitting it sucks”. It is a joy in and of itself. I hope you can find the joy in cotton too. Edit: Thank you for all of the lovely responses! It makes me happy to see so many fellow plant based yarn lovers! I've gotten a lot of comments asking for yarn recs, and while I haven't used a huge number of different yarns, here's what I have used: Malabrigo Verano (100% Pima cotton, DK/Light Worsted) - Just incredibly soft and beautiful. If you're afraid of cotton and love Malabrigo yarns, start here. It almost feels like Malabrigo Rios. Knit Picks CotLin (cotton/linen, DK) - have done two blankets and have stash for a tee; it's very soft with a lovely halo, comes out of the wash great, no pilling on my blanket after several years of use and machine wash. Pretty good color range. Plymouth Pima Rino (70% cotton 30% superwash merino, worsted) - Looks basically like wool and has good elasticity, very soft in the hand, warm but not crazy warm, but still a little itchy for me. If you're not sensitive to wool then it would be a good option if you want something cooler than wool but warmer than cotton. Great color range. Lion Brand 24/7 Cotton (100% cotton, comes in worsted and DK)- Great budget option. Plenty soft for garments; I did a cardigan with it and would use it again. More of a smooth softness than a fuzzy softness. B-Tex Cori Cori Worsted (100% cotton) - Good color selection, plumps up once worked so don't be concerned that it looks more like DK in the ball. Pretty soft, less shine that 24/7 Cotton. Knit Picks Comfy (75% Pima cotton/25% acrylic) - Been a while since I used this but I recall it being quite soft, plus it comes in fingering, sport, worsted, and aran, with a great color selection. Great option if you want a little acrylic in there for elasticity. Knit Picks Lindy Chain (70% linen 30% Pima cotton, fingering) - Using this for the first time on my current project, and the feel once blocked is great; soft and fuzzy and still a little crisp. It's definitely a little challenging to work with though, since it's basically a single thread crocheted into a chain. If you snap the one of the threads, the chain will start to unravel, and you'll have to cut and rejoin. Lion Brand Coboo (51% Cotton, 49% Rayon from Bamboo, DK) - A great starter yarn if you haven't worked with cotton before or have a lot of trouble with the lack of elasticity. The rayon gives it some good bounce. Very drapey, with nice shine. Basically I have found that as long as you avoid the bottom rung of cotton yarn market for dishcloths etc (Lily Sugar'n Cream, Peaches and Cream, etc), it's probably fine for clothing. submitted by /u/100000cuckooclocks to r/knitting [link] [comments]

She would have been 17 in June and I always thought she'd be around so much longer. But just in the last 9 months she began having vision problems, less activity, muscle loss, then finally appetite issues and began to really decline. She pushed through so many challenges, changes, and health issues through the years and I think she just became a forever constant for my life. But we found out it was cancer and there wasn't going to be any pushing through this one. So we took a weekend and hung onto each other before I took her to the vet wrapped up with some of her favorite toys in her favorite blanket and held her, whispering in her ear as she left. And now I can't even comprehend that 2/25 was weeks ago, it still feels like yesterday. I still think I see her out of the corner of my eye some days. Others I do routines or habits that I haven't had with her in some time without thinking. But mostly I just miss how matter of fact she was. At my side every morning waking and every night going to sleep. She would typically walk me to the door when I left and greet me when I came back. Talking to me all the while. And her fur. Her belly was so soft and over the years she finally let me just plant my face in her softest wispies. And I would take regular breaks from work to interrupt her napping for scritches and cuddles. Looking back I see so much more clearly how bonded and in love we were. She really became a snuggler and a lap cat after years of being an independent huntress and ruler of the cul-de-sac. (Four squirrels and two uninjured hummingbirds in one week!) Ms. Felicity Bustle. Cici, originally crazy cat. No one will ever hold my heart like you did. Singular, beautiful. So very cat in the best cat way. I'll miss you forever. I'll think of you often and feel you holding onto me when I carried you. The weight of your head laying on my chest. The roughness of the chin scritches you loved. Love bites with your one chipped tooth. The heat of a furball against the back of my knee curled up under the covers. The way you hugged my arm when snuggling in bed. I hope there's something more on the other side and I hope I'll see you there one day. Forever is too long without you, sweet girl. submitted by /u/SilvanSoulSmith to r/seniorkitties [link] [comments]

one fateful day I was visiting my boyfriend, august 2020 to be exact, so covid was still majorly affecting everyone’s day to day lives which plays a role later on in this story. anyway, I started getting extreme chills. I was under three blankets with my boyfriend trying to warm me up with his body heat and couldn’t stop shaking to the point of my teeth chattering. I was absolutely freezing. him being 17 at the time, I was 18, (we started dating my senior year of high school everyone) his mom put her foot down around 11 and said look I’m sorry you don’t feel good but you need to go home. after trying to stand I ended up aggressively vomiting in the bathroom while shaking, half delirious. his mom again said I needed to go home. well fun for me, I couldn’t get my legs to work. my boyfriend managed to drag me up until I could deadlock my legs and then I shuffled out of his parents’ house with him supporting most of my weight. I would like to mention that my mom was very serious about lockdown and my boyfriend was the only person I was allowed to see for 6 months, after a month of not seeing anyone at all. I was about to leave for college, so my mom okayed me going to live with my best friend for a couple weeks on the condition I get covid tested to go home. so I was going back to my friends house in this condition, not home. my boyfriend had to pull the car over for me to vomit 3x in the 10 minute car ride there. I called my mom and told her I felt like I was dying, something was seriously wrong with me, and I needed to go to the ER. she said no. said it was probably due to me missing two doses, one days worth of my mood regulator (200 mg dose btw)… I proceeded to go back to my friend’s house, and since her much older boy toy at the time had been staying there for the entire week, I was left to my own devices. I thought I was going to die that night. I spent the entire night freezing and shaking, vomiting to a bucket and literally having to crawl through the hall when I needed to use the bathroom because I couldn’t get my legs to support my weight. my mom refused to let me come home. told me I promised to get covid tested first. I told her I couldn’t walk, let alone drive 30 minutes across town to get a rapid same day test done. she basically told me “tough.” she refused to get close to me, let alone in a car with me, and drive me because she was now convinced this was covid. I suffered for 3 more days until the vomiting stopped. while weak, I drove across town, got the negative test and went home. I started vomiting again that night. I also now had access to a thermometer but my fever “wasn’t high enough” to warrant going to the ER. two more days of bed ridden, legs barely functioning, vomiting constantly. finally my boyfriend came to visit because he recognized I wasn’t contagious, something was wrong, and frankly was the only one who seemed to care. my fever hit 105. he finally stormed into my parents bedroom and said “I’m sorry, but she seriously needs to go to the ER.” my step dad resigns to bring the one to take me, and despite covid rules they saw I was bad enough upon walking into the waiting room that they let him go back into the room where I got examined, blood work and IV. the doctor knew what was wrong almost immediately in hindsight, the first thing they do is take your urine. but they also did blood work, and put me on IV fluids. doctor comes in and bangs on my back and I about jump off the table. still told me nothing, but that I needed a CT to confirm his suspicions. results are all in. he comes back to tell me my urine was so bad I had to have one of the worst UTIs he’d seen. CT showed I had a severe kidney infection. and my bloodwork showed an extremely low white blood cell count. he looked me in the eye and said “it’s a good thing you came when you did, another 24 hours and you would’ve been septic and the survival rate would’ve been less than 50%!” I spent 3 days in the hospital on intravenous antibiotics with a week of the strongest oral ones you can get after getting discharged. one of the first things I said to my mom was - “so I guess I really did need to go to the ER all along huh?” needless to say my mom takes my illnesses and ailments almost too seriously now. submitted by /u/karbear11021 to r/traumatizeThemBack [link] [comments]

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I am NOT OP, this is a repost. Original post from r/KitchenConfidential First time posting in this sub, did my best on the title. An open letter to the people who feed me(16 days ago) For context: I work the front desk at a nice hotel, with an even nicer restaurant attached to it. But between the cost of my rent and other bills, I sometimes can’t afford to eat. Dear Chef, and everyone else working BOH in the restaurant: Since I started my job, I have only gone to bed hungry once. This is because of you. You have fed me almost every shift I’ve worked, even though I’m technically not part of the restaurant and just a front desk worker. I do not know if you are allowed to give me food. You certainly turn a blind eye when I go into the back and eat from the bread board you put out to feed BOH kitchen staff. You let me take cheese and fruit from the leftover catering, and you always give me anything we didn’t sell. When we have weddings, there are always leftovers, and I even got a piece of cake from one of them! Sometimes you bring me snacks just because, and I wonder if you know about the position that I’m in. You see, I can’t really afford to eat. I bike to work, because I can’t afford a car, and I sleep under thrifted blankets because I can’t afford heat. I am getting by and food isn’t a priority for me because I have medical bills and rent to pay for. And when I was in college, I had access to food pantries and whatnot. I don’t have that luxury now. But I do have you. I love you. I am grateful for you. I feel so happy to have you, not just for the nourishment you provide, but because the kitchen is always kind to me. I wish I could be upfront about what I’m going through, but my pride stops me. I think you’d be disgusted with me if I told you that the only reason I used to volunteer to collect leftover room service was to see if the guests had left anything untouched for me to eat. But anyways. It’s been about a month here at this new job, and I’ve actually stopped losing weight. I feel full again. Thank you, for everything. -W Edit: Thank you all for your outpouring of love and support. I am encouraged to thank my coworkers today, in person. I never realized that kitchen work is a generally thankless job. It’s really a shame because it’s so important and meaningful. Once again, thank you, all of you. You have shown me love too. And I now believe it can and will get better. Update (4 hours ago) An update on my open letter. Inspired by all your compassionate comments, and some generous donations, I sat down with Chef and some line cooks during their smoke break and took the time to thank them in person. I didn’t let them know how bad my circumstances get, but I made sure they knew how grateful I was that they took the time to feed me. I thanked them for every dish they’ve ever made me, and I gave chef a big hug. He told me that they knew a little- one of them had happened to see me via cameras, eating off of discarded guest’s plates from room service before I put it in the dish pit. I was so embarrassed- I wanted to crawl into a hole. But they said it was ok, that they understood, and they didn’t just feed me ‘cause I “looked like I needed it” but because they also liked me as a coworker. They said they knew I was the one who stops guests from ordering 30 minutes before the kitchen closes, and they also knew that I was the one that sewed removable cushions for their milk crate seats. I told them that I haven’t been hungry since I started working here, and that I recently came into some money (thanks to a few of you guys) and was able to make some of my own meals. I told them I’d like to make them something as a thank-you, and they said I didn’t need to, but the farmer’s market is in full swing so I picked up fresh vegetables and made Pico de Gallo. I brought it to work today with a big bag of chips and a note. The line cooks said I did a really good job cutting everything neatly! Said I could join em doing prep if they got too busy, haha. The Pico was all eaten by the end of my shift. I feel so much better knowing my coworkers have been thanked. And I’m thankful to the 2 people who sent me money for food. It has been forever since I’ve been able to afford fresh vegetables- I forgot how delicious they tasted. I made chicken soup, fresh spring rolls, and I even made strawberry cupcakes for Chef’s birthday last week. I’ll post some pictures if y’all want to see. Thank you to everyone who responded to my initial post encouraging me to reach out to my coworkers. Thanks to you guys, I have a little support system that I didn’t have before. I love you all. -W ----------- Again, I am not OP. This is a repost sub. Edit: Fixed first link to the original post. submitted by /u/lost-floppydisk to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

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I was driving to the store and my car crapped out on me, turns out the alternator failed and the engine stalled out. I pulled over to the side of a remote road. It was cold out and I wasn't dressed for the weather without the car's heater. Dumb of me to not wear a warmer coat or think to put a blanket in my car for the winter just in case..but it was supposed to be a quick errand. I called my boyfriend who lived very close to where I was broken down, and he didn't pick up. I texted him saying I was broken down and I needed a ride, could he help? He said no, he had a friend visiting. I said it was freezing cold and I needed to get out of the cold fast because the car heat was broken too. He said "can't you ask a friend, this is a bad time" I called a friend who was 35 minutes away and he got on the road right away, and we made plans to have his brother who works for a towing company get it for cheap the next day as a favor. We hung out for a few hours and then I went to bed early. I accidentally left my phone in his car so when he left he took it along. The next morning I couldn't find my phone and sent an email to my friend to ask if he'd seen it. He replied and said he found it in his car and he could bring it back on the weekend. I thanked him and apologized for making him make the trip twice. Anyway, I worked through the day and only checked my social media after the workday. I saw some panicked messages from my boyfriend on my Facebook asking what had happened, I didn't answer his texts for 24 hours after the last thing I sent was "can you please come pick me up, it's freezing cold and I need to get out of the cold fast. Car hear is broken" and I wasn't picking up my phone or answering texts or social media messages. Then he went for a drive and found my car abandoned in the dirt off the side of the road. He was convinced I had been ignoring him to spite him for not leaving right away to get me, he hasn't realized how serious it was. And he had expected if I had trouble getting a friend to help I'd call him and tell him I didn't have another option. I said I wasn't being petty, I was just trying to deal with my own shit when my car crapped out on me. And I honestly wasn't thinking about him at all after he brushed off me asking for help. He said that I was stupid for not thinking that he'd be worried to be ghosted for a day after saying I was in trouble AITA for not telling my boyfriend I was ok after he didn't want to help me after my car crapped out? Edit - I broke things off. Seriously thank you to everyone who commented and told me this shit wasn't normal or okay. I thought I'd feel bad ending things because I really wanted things to work out but honestly I feel like there's a huge weight off my shoulders. submitted by /u/Throwaway292727n to r/AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]