*thinks* hmm. i dont like the way mortgage is spelled *restarts humanity*
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*thinks* hmm. i dont like the way mortgage is spelled *restarts humanity*
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TFW your boyfriend is a 17th Century Catholic vampire who is NOT OVER™ the Glorious Revolution of 1688.
Ok i was expecting red flags and shit but I’m not sure what color this flag is but there’s a flag and I’m confused.
Whatever color the flag, he’ll be sure to fly it when his lord calls him into battle
It’s genuinely distressing the sheer number of times people reach out to tell me they finally got diagnosed after xyz years of suffering, not because their doctor figured it out through dedicated persistence to their well being, but because they read my tumblr and realized something was wrong and fought tooth and nail get an accurate diagnosis and treatment.
Like truly, and utterly, I am so sorry that tumblr is where some of you have to learn phrases like “autonomic nervous system dysfunction”, from a woman renowned on the internet for bad vampire erotica, who just so happens to have a body held together by spit, spite and genetic mutational fuckery who won’t shut up about it.
You deserve better. We all do.
I am a chronically ill final year medical student and my number one fear remains not being taken seriously by doctors.
Even over the four years my med school friends start to take my symptoms less seriously when I have a flare. I have no idea how to stop myself doing it and I am terrified. I try absolutely to cling to any good role model I find but most days I have no idea how I’m supposed to advocate for my patients when often I can’t even advocate for myself effectively.
?? I have no suggestions about how to improve things.
“[I]t is actually more expensive to be poor than not poor. If you can’t afford the first month’s rent and security deposit you need in order to rent an apartment, you may get stuck in an overpriced residential motel. If you don’t have a kitchen or even a refrigerator and microwave, you will find yourself falling back on convenience store food, which — in addition to its nutritional deficits — is also alarmingly overpriced. If you need a loan, as most poor people eventually do, you will end up paying an interest rate many times more than what a more affluent borrower would be charged. To be poor — especially with children to support and care for — is a perpetual high-wire act.”
— It Is Expensive to Be Poor | The Atlantic
“Poverty charges interest ” holy hell. Ive never read$heard someone put it that way before. But its so friggen true.
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(Source: Men at Arms by Terry Pratchett)
What's cold iron?
Iron. It’s a poetic name for iron.
Gold is for the mistress, silver for the maid, copper for the craftsman, cunning at his trade,
“Good!” cried the Baron, sitting in his hall, “But iron, cold iron is the master of them all!”
i am just a simple fool who just simply loves mass effect with my entire heart, soul, being, miscellaneous bodily functions, etc etc
I often wonder what my pets have named me. Humans are a visual species and like to name our pets based on their aspect or colour, so I think my dog with his smell-based worldview would come up with a smell name. I imagine something cute and cheerful and a little over the top in a dog way, like Applefriend Cake, because my laundry product gives my clothes a sweet, slightly apple-y smell which might remind Pandolf of happy memories of tasting cake crumbs. Unless he was feeling serious the day he named me, and basing himself on the fact that I read a lot and my hands often smell like book pages when I pet him, and went with something more decorous that translates to Paperdust Pal. Cat naming conventions are more enigmatic since they are less preoccupied with human affairs. My catgiven name was probably the result of a secret ballot vote among my cats, who decided upon something that resonates with cat history and heritage—a dated, unfashionable name if they felt a duty to honour one of their ancestors or if I’m lucky, a mythological figure from cat lore.
this is such a good post now i want to know what the cat i live with calls me
I’m obsessed.
This woman is operating on a level I cannot begin to comprehend.
I'm-
y’all are missing the best part
this quarantine, we’re bringing tumblr back! I’ve tried the other social media platforms, and I hate them! they make me use my real name! they’re always trying to sell me things! here, the mean users are random antis or racist bone thieves. on twitter, it’s the actual president of the united states. don’t you miss reading 1800 word rants about the way two characters looked at each other in a three second scene? wouldn’t you rather be looking at a gifset of katara right now? fuck instagram. I’m crawling back to my hovel.
“‘Them as can do, has to do for them as can’t. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices.’”
— Terry Pratchett - The Wee Free Men (via aeshnacyanea2000)
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MCAS is wild.
I’ll be having one of those normal hormonal fluctuations that comes with having a uterus, and my mast cells will act like that butterfly meme.
“Is this a deadly allergic reaction to a foreign substance? Better overreact and induce anaphylaxis.”
(I’m fine, my heart is doing the 120bpm thing while laying down and it’s making me wheezy. Which I’m sure doesn’t sound fine to a lot of you, but this is normal for me. Fecking broken body.)
I don’t want to sound like i know better and all that, but have you thought about just getting a hysterectomy? I think i remember you saying you didn’t want kids so i figured you wouldn’t be too upset about losing your uterus, if I’m wrong I’m sorry for suggesting it.
God, if I could safely yeet the whole system out I would. Surgery is very risky with MCAS, cause a lot of anesthesias are triggers. My EDS also complicates recovery time. But otherwise, yeah I’d have it removed in a heartbeat if it was deemed safe. I keep hoping I might be able to try the mini-pill at some point. Cause this sucks.
Assuming you can safely take estrogen taking the pill continuously to stop my period was one of the best things I ever did. And my stupid uterus only attempts to kill me with your standard menstrual issues like serious pain and fucking with my tenuous mental health. If you can do it you absolutely should.
Estrogen’s the trigger, I’m afraid (in all forms), so the progestin mini-pill is my only option. And even then we don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. I’m so glad it was good for you though!
I know this has probably been ruled out already, but are implants a no-go as well? Nexplanon is a progestin implant that’ll last for years. Or is it too much of a wild card, because of other factors?
I can’t have any implants cause my body treats them like the foreign objects they are and will try to kill me to get rid of them. (It’s why my mouth keeps trying to reject the titanium rod in my root canal tooth. Pain in the ass. Well, jaw. But you know what I mean.)
this is all I can think about right now
I’m sending this to my MCAS doctor, because that is both the funniest and most accurate thing I’ve seen about this fecking illness.
I think about this scene a lot
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Discworld: come for the puns, stay for Terry Pratchett's scalding hot moral indignation at all of the evils in the world.