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My father in law is on a low-sodium diet, so all of the snacks and most of the meals in the house are no/low-salt.
I have low blood pressure, and have been recommended a higher sodium intake. Which is difficult to manage, since my father-in-law has fucking no self-control, and will eat any damn thing that comes into the house, even if it's labelled as specifically for me. I do sometimes hoard food in our bedroom, but it's difficult since you can really only do that with stuff that keeps.
The culmination of all of this was damn nearly blacking out trying to get out of the bath a little bit ago. It wasn't even that hot of a bath, but that was apparently too much, because as soon as I stood up, everything went very squidgy. I get that swimmy head thing, my ears plug up, and I can't breathe, and if I'm not careful, I will have a tumble. It's not pleasant.
I've told Robin Hood that I'm making a specific request for regular salty crackers and cheese-its and things, just so I have something to snack on when I need it.
Feck.
I have low blood pressure, and have been recommended a higher sodium intake. Which is difficult to manage, since my father-in-law has fucking no self-control, and will eat any damn thing that comes into the house, even if it's labelled as specifically for me. I do sometimes hoard food in our bedroom, but it's difficult since you can really only do that with stuff that keeps.
The culmination of all of this was damn nearly blacking out trying to get out of the bath a little bit ago. It wasn't even that hot of a bath, but that was apparently too much, because as soon as I stood up, everything went very squidgy. I get that swimmy head thing, my ears plug up, and I can't breathe, and if I'm not careful, I will have a tumble. It's not pleasant.
I've told Robin Hood that I'm making a specific request for regular salty crackers and cheese-its and things, just so I have something to snack on when I need it.
Feck.