Due to the lack of funds, students living in a hostel or renting an apartment are forced to use tricks and be inventive in order to save money. After all, DIY things can save you a lot of money, and this list of economical solutions to everyday problems is the perfect proof of that! Whether you're a student or just trying to cut costs, these ideas will inspire you to be more resourceful and go beyond standard solutions.
If your door is covered with snow - do not be sad, but use the resulting snowdrift as a refrigerator
If your shower is broken and you can't buy a shower hose, use this idea
Seeing a drinking fountain on the street, you can not only drink plenty of water, but also get some on the road, in this way
With the help of two plastic bottles you can make impromptu speakers
You do not have a trash can, but do you have an extra stool? You know what to do!
If your side rear-view mirror is broken, and you have a comb with a mirror at hand, then you can fix the situation
Nothing to heat up pizza? Use the iron and hair dryer. Weird but effective!
If you have a coffee maker but don't have a pot, then you can cook spaghetti in it.
Life hack for the most desperate! In order not to buy new socks, just paint your nail black so that it matches the color of the sock
No skewers or barbecue, but there is a shopping cart? Now you know how you can fry meat on a fire
If the pillow on your favorite sofa is torn or deteriorated, then a chair with a soft seat will come to your aid.
Engineering marvel
Glasses from plastic bottles
Life hack for the lazy
If your shower curtain for some reason does not have rings, then it can be secured with hangers.
If you do not have a mixer, then you can use a drill instead of it by inserting a whisk there
If for some reason you are missing part of the clock, then you can use this idea
If, being in the country, you wanted to fry sausages on a fire, but there were no skewers at hand, then you can use a garden rake
If you are away from home but need to iron your clothes, you can use this method.
No birthday cake candles? Use matches
Where is the way out of the hopeless situation
A couple of years ago, I heard a phrase from a successful person that changed my outlook on many things. The phrase went like this: Desperate situations It doesn’t happen, there are unpleasant decisions.” Indeed, if you consider any hopeless situation, you can always find a way out, and not always unpleasant. So why do so many people constantly find themselves in "hopeless" situations?
Each of us faced the problem of choice. The need for choice is constantly pursued: when shopping, looking for work, lifestyle and other things. What is still better: to choose or to be in a situation of “no choice”.
Understanding this situation, I discovered several main causes of “hopeless situations”. And almost all of them are subjective in nature, which allows us to draw the following conclusion: a person drives himself into a framework. And so, what are the reasons for this behavior:
- The need for decision making. When we make a choice, we are forced to make a decision. And this, in turn, forces one to bear responsibility, which is scary. “What if I choose the wrong thing, and then I will regret it” - such thoughts haunt a person. But it's not that scary either. The saddest thing in this situation is that there will be no one but yourself to blame for your mistake. But this is not desirable, as it hurts our ego, which is the best.
- The need to change something. People are afraid of choice because it entails the need for change. A person is conservative by nature, it is easier for him to live and navigate under conditions of certainty. And when there is a choice between something known, but unpleasant, and new, sometimes it is easier not to do anything, but to go with the flow, so familiar.
- Fear of the unknown. This reason is a consequence of the previous one. As we have already found out, a person is afraid of the unknown and in every possible way tries to create for himself the world in which he will feel comfortable. This situation is very well described in the book "Who Stole My Cheese". In the form of a fairy tale, three models of behavior are described under the conditions of a changing situation and the need to make a decision on how to proceed. The situation of "habit and fear of the unknown" is shown. But being afraid of the new, it is impossible to bring back the past or create a favorable future. And a person falls into a trap, which ultimately forces him to choose, but time has already been lost.
- Convenience. This reason differs from the previous ones in that the choice of change is simply not included in the plans of a person. The current situation is convenient and quite satisfactory, but a person cannot always admit this to himself and others, as he can feel either its “wrongness” or pressure from outside. In this case, it is much easier to present the situation as hopeless than to explain why he does not want change. An example of such a situation would be a dysfunctional marriage. Despite external negative manifestations, it is convenient for people to live together.
- Laziness. When choosing changes, a person needs to make certain efforts, to carry out actions, which in turn requires expending energy, and quite often we are just too lazy to do something and therefore it is easier to either go with the flow or choose the least laborious option.
- contrary to moral principles. Sometimes moral principles interfere with choosing, or rather, the inconsistency of choice with them. And if personal principles do not correspond to generally accepted ones, it is difficult for a person to resist and it is easier to find himself in a "hopeless" situation.
- Willingness to complain. This quality is characteristic of a person living in the post-Soviet space. And in a sense, such people are similar to energy vampires. It is easier for a person to be in a hopeless difficult situation and complain about how hard life is for him than to take and change something that does not suit him.
- So accepted. It has already happened historically that in Soviet time it was shameful to have something better than others, to strive for something that everyone does not strive for. There was a leveling system. And the echoes of this system sometimes appear even now. Yes, I don’t like the situation, but everyone lives like this, why change something, why be different from others and still take actions for this.
And yet, despite the situation of hopelessness, we unconsciously make a choice. After all, refusing to change anything, we choose current position or let life choose for us. In fact, we choose the option when someone else can choose for us. By staying in a job we don't like, we let the employer burden us. unpleasant job; not daring to part with a tyrant husband, we allow him to choose us as a victim.
All aspects of life are related to choice, although not everyone can recognize this. Complaining about the hopelessness, we actually give our lives at the disposal of others and chance. By refusing to look for a way out, we allow others to choose for us. And this, in turn, leads to dissatisfaction and disappointment, because others choose in favor of their interests or according to their life views.
A person wants to be the master of his life, but desire alone is not enough. To keep it under control, sometimes it is enough just to take part in it, namely, to choose those situations and circumstances that are important and of value to you.
I looked out the window - I watched with envy the birds and dogs running along the paths of the yard ... How easily and painlessly they move!
While I was tormented by unbearable pain at the slightest movement of my arm or leg. And I chose to die. Once and for all, put an end to constant painful sensations and free relatives from the “heavy burden”.
In front of me was a glass of water and a handful of sleeping pills. All that remained was to swallow and drink it all down… And then my faithful dog began to give birth. With her eyes, she begged me for help. Thoughts of suicide immediately evaporated. Cute puppies were born. They needed me, so it was worth living on. I was at that time a little over 20 years old ...
Shattered hopes
For as long as I can remember, I was a mobile child, then an equally active teenager. I really didn’t like to stay at home and didn’t understand those who spend hours of their youth watching TV or a computer: I went with friends to a disco, camping with tents, visited a fitness center, a swimming pool. I had everything to consider myself happy, and even the thought did not arise that one morning I would not be able to get out of bed.
Before all this happened, I managed to get a diploma from a medical school and get a job in my specialty. She loved her job and did it with pleasure. But at some point I began to notice that I was experiencing pain from elementary actions, for example, when I tightened the tourniquet on the patient's arm. She shared her experiences with colleagues and, on their advice, passed rheumatic tests.
The analyzes confirmed the fears - an inflammatory process was revealed in the body. In the hospital where I was admitted for examination, a disappointing verdict was issued - rheumatoid arthritis. And this is at the age of 20, when you are overwhelmed with a thirst for life and there are so many goals and desires ahead ... So, quite unexpectedly for myself, I became a disabled person of the II group. The recommendations of the doctors were peremptory: forget about the possibility of becoming a mother and get used to the idea of the need to “sit” on hormones.
Nightmare in reality
Gradually, all the joints of the body were at the mercy of the disease. I couldn't move my fingers when I woke up in the morning. Sometimes I even had to brush my teeth with the help of my parents. They dressed me, went for a walk with me. Frequent fainting, nausea, fever. The basis of the diet is numerous medicines, which took all my disability benefits. I had to quit my job, I spent almost all the time lying in bed.
The feeling of helplessness was unbearable! I was ashamed in front of my parents for not being able to take care of myself. I constantly pondered the same thought: how to live on? I absolutely did not see the point in “vegetative existence” and the complete dependence of my being on loved ones. It is clear that such thoughts did not add optimism, and I decided to take the most terrible step - to die. But, fortunately, my idea did not materialize.
Later, when I calmed down, I began to think about the consequences of such an act: I imagined the suffering of people close to me, and I felt ashamed of cowardice. I made a promise to myself - to fight for my happiness, despite all the hardships of my situation. And I began to act - step by step, overcoming excruciating pain.
Guiding goals
At the first moment, my friend became the “motivator” for the movement. He bought various goodies (I can’t live without fruits, especially without bananas) and filled the refrigerator with them. Since everyone went to work every day, I had to get out of bed to eat. It was my first motivation to move.
I realized that, in principle, I can, albeit in a limited space, but still move independently. After that, she consciously began to look for activities for which she would have to not only get out of bed, but also put herself in order and leave the house. For example, to feed a stray cat living in our basement, to go to the store for bread, or to buy medicines on our own without asking for help from our relatives.
A separate topic is my mood. Depression has been my companion for a long time. I understood that this was very upsetting for my loved ones. In order to somehow smooth the situation, I tried to cope with the blues - I tried at least not to demonstrate my mood, not to complain and smile more often. Interestingly, it immediately affected my lifestyle. Friends, former colleagues, classmates reached out to my house.
I did not notice how the guests have become an integral part of my life. And this helped a lot to cope with gloomy thoughts - it distracted from the topic of the disease, switched to other interests. I suddenly began to notice that my healthy friends also do not live so easily, to delve into the essence of their problems, to give advice. There was a psychological change of role: I was no longer a “victim” of the disease: at first I became a hospitable mistress of the house, and gradually I felt that I was becoming the mistress of my own destiny. And she no longer waited for mercy from outside - from medicines, doctors, but she herself tried to build her life in the proposed circumstances.
Live a full life
At some point, I came to the decision that I needed daily communication, and therefore I had to go to work! I won't say it was easy. I constantly felt the difference between myself and those around me. But thanks to my colleagues - they found a job for me that did not require active movement, and tried to help me in everything. I still got to work and home with the help of my parents - my father drove me in an old car.
And one fine day, a new one got a job with us. I didn’t even notice how we developed a particularly trusting relationship: at any opportunity, he turned out to be nearby, it was interesting for us to communicate, it turned out that there is a lot in common in character and interests. In short, an office romance began. At some point, I began to think about the prospects of this relationship and was frightened by my own thoughts: who needs a sick wife? Yes, and I myself did not want to be a burden to my beloved, so the thought of marriage became a taboo for me. But anxiety still did not leave me and I honestly told my beloved about my doubts. Oddly enough, this conversation, on the contrary, accelerated the development of our relations.
People say rightly that true love has no barriers. We got married and have been together for over 10 years. My husband is my support in everything. Interestingly, he perceives me as a complete person. I started seeing myself that way too. The self-pity caused by the disease disappeared. I just always feel a reliable shoulder nearby.
Our family turned out to be the envy of others! The only thing that was depressing was the absence of children. I remembered the doctors' warning. And the husband did not insist, he said: make a decision yourself. I was afraid of harming my health. I understood that a child is a risk. Plus, it's a big responsibility. And if the child appears, excuses for feeling unwell (even if this is true!) Will become completely inappropriate. But ... I decided to take this step, which I do not regret at all now!
Many thanks for the support and help in raising children (we already have two of them!) to relatives and friends. Without them, I would hardly have been able to endure all the hardships of pregnancy and raising children. And, despite the increased number of worries, the son and daughter became the meaning of my whole life for me. It was the final touch that completed my being and made me a completely happy person, in spite of health problems. Communication with children makes you forget about illnesses and tune in only to the positive! After all, I have yet to get them on their feet, how can I afford to "turn sour"?
Sports to help
Now I live a normal life without pain and drugs. I think a great merit in this is the rheumatologist, to whom I got at the beginning of my illness. I remember that only pensioners were in the ward with me. They spent the whole day lying down reading magazines. And the doctor said: “I can’t make grandmothers run, but you have to do it yourself. After all, movement is your health and life.
About how difficult it was to implement these recommendations in the first months and years, I have already told above. But over time, health improved. And I realized the main thing: the movement really makes me healthier. And I began to look for ways to additional physical activity. I started going to the gym, signed up for a special group for people with health problems. After a year of regular training, I felt a significant improvement: I could easily go down and up the stairs to any floor (although before that I had difficulty climbing to the 3rd!).
Today I am already over 30. I go in for swimming, dance, raise children, I love and love my husband, I have many friends and enjoy life. But a little more than 10 years have passed since I was simply convinced that my life was over.
