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HE RUINED MY DREAM JOURNAL!!!
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The line delivery, the acting, the fact that I can hear this without sound, the way they’re treating it as though this is a murder trial, and Mr. Electric’s reaction to this are part of what makes this scene hilarious
This maybe sounds mean, but I think we should be able to send doctors “hey, you were wrong” letters.
I was misdiagnosed with asthma when I was 12 and took asthma meds daily for seven years, and then it turned out I hadn’t had asthma in the first place; I actually have a different breathing problem. I don’t think the doctor who told me I had asthma (my pediatrician, who I was no longer seeing by that point) ever found out she’d been wrong. (This is one of at least four misdiagnoses in my life, from a variety of doctors, that I can think of off the top of my head.) Similarly, my first therapist told me she didn’t think I was autistic because I wasn’t obsessed with trains. I don’t think she ever found out that I am, in fact, autistic, because I wasn’t seeing her by the time I was diagnosed.
I get that it might be demoralizing to have someone contact you specifically to tell you that you messed up, but I think it would be useful for doctors to have data on how often they misdiagnose patients, especially since some doctors tend to think the patient is generally wrong when attempting self-diagnosis. It would be useful for my former therapist to move me from the mental column of “people who erroneously think they’re autistic” to “people whose autism I did not notice when they were right in front of me.” It would be useful for my pediatrician to realize she needed to look more closely and listen to kids when their breathing symptoms weren’t the classic asthma ones.
Doctors can get on their high horse and refuse to believe patients a lot of the time, and the power dynamic makes that dangerous in plenty of situations. I think it would be helpful to have a way to at least alert doctors when we have proof they messed up.
AU: International pop sensation Hannah Montana and critically acclaimed actor Keanu Reeves are Hollywood’s hottest couple. The two have recently become engaged and on the night of Keanu’s first Oscar win, Hannah suffers a terrible accident whilst performing at her sold out show at Madison Square Garden. Hannah is rushed to hospital but there is nothing the doctors can do to save her life. Keanu is devastated and left with no option other than to terminate her life support.
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shes on life support for smashed ankles
There are so many unintended consequences to well-intentioned actions. It feels like a game you can’t win.
#CHIDI WAS RIGHT
The Good Place really went with making their new Point ‘there is no ethical consumption under capitalism’ and I respect that
And then went on to say “blaming individuals for all of this is absurd and evil, as is locking them up for punishment instead of rehabilitation” and I respect that
Also, “consequentialism is a fundamentally flawed branch of ethics”
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HEY YOU GUYS
WATCH THIS
i think we should start cucking people as a form of protest
[Video Description: A Polish ad with English subtitles. It shows a light skinned man and woman spooning on the couch. He's shirtless and she's in her bra. There's a romantic song playing. The man opens his eyes and smiles, kissing the woman's shoulders. He then sits up, as the woman keeps her eyes closed and stretches. She lets out a little laugh, then sits up as well, grinning. She says, "what is your name anyway?" and the man just laughs and puts on his shirt. She continues, "would you like to stay for breakfast?". The man sits on his wheelchair and starts to leave, a sad piano in the background
Then the record scratches as he turns around to find another man, holding a bag and roses, staring in shock. He drops the roses. The woman looks away awkwardly, and the first man just grimaces. He pats the second man in the shoulder before wheeling away, and the woman shrugs. It then cuts to the first man talking directly to the camera as the second man sits in the couch with the woman, head in his hands. The first man says, "what if I took your place?". The scene fades out and a PSA voice says, "Do not park in a disabled spot". /End Description]
i had to add these and i’m sure there are more
Oh… so THAT’S why I love Hockey.
Bonus: That weird phenomenon when dudes will grab a buddy to keep people on the other team from interfering with fights on the ice.
god these guys are so gay
Dude, hockey is so fucking gay.
the stanley cup playoffs said happy pride month
gotta add these because what is more beautiful than nathan mackinnon winning the stanley cup to defend his longtime crush sidney crosby’s honor and THEN attributing the win to staying in a hotel room that contains sid’s jersey number. who wrote this fic? (also: nate eats ass and sid is The ass of the nhl so…)
ok but sidney crosby looks like this:
and has an ass like this:
so i understand the thirst
Are we not even talking about the actualfacts kissing going on or…?
The rituals are intricate 😌
Memorial Cup 2013: Halifax Mooseheads’ Stefan Fournier kissed Jonathan Drouin after a goal, defies people to chirp him about it
more:
Fun Fact: The Halifax Mooseheads went on to win the Memorial Cup
(other notable players on the team included Nathan Mackinnon, Mackenzie Weegar, and Martin Frk)
And here’s Travis Green & Ziggy Palffy:
oh man @zambonding that article is such a gem this is the kind of sports journalism we need
btw can i also add that straight out of a romcom/bollywood movie moment where two hockey player’s laces get tangled up mid-game
While we do love men’s ice hockey, let’s give it up for the ladies with actual, adorable rivalry romances.
the nhl could never get on the level of women’s hockey. could hockey men do THIS:
(and now they have another daughter together LOOK AT THIS BLISS)
also if we thirstin’ about sidney crosby on this giant post, i have also got to point out the Power carly jackson holds…
big fan of situations where nobody gets hurt
I hate osha bro they make doing construction jobs a bitch
Any construction worker that hates OSHA should actually hate their boss for giving them so little time that the only possible solution is to be unsafe.
this goes for any job, not just construction.
just gonna say it louder
OSHA makes your job safe. your Asshole Boss is the one trying to short change your hourly wage by making you go too fast to be safe. your boss doesn’t want to pay you to be careful and take care of your life. that’s expensive. every single OSHA regulation was bought and paid for with the blood of your fellow worker.
do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt
in the club gettign a drink would anybody else like a drink
in the club spilling my drink on you by accidnet srry
in the club going soggy mode
like, i’m pretty sure tiktok has existed for longer than vine did at this point but i’m yet to actually see an “iconic” tiktok. like people always caption like “this tiktok is ICONIC” but i’ve never seen one stay in the public consciousness for any longer than the 2 minutes it appears on my timeline. i never see people quote tiktoks or like, act them out with their friends or anything, not a single tiktok i’ve seen has had any actual staying power
meanwhile i can just say like “ROAD work ahead?” and i would bet a good chunk of you have just read that in the guy’s voice. i still see people tag things like “i wish i was jared, 19″. one night at the bar where i work we started an impromptu dance party purely by saying “hi, i’m renata bliss, and i’ll be your freestyle dance teacher”
i guess brevity really is the soul of wit
everyone calling me a boomer for this take has confirmed for me that people literally don’t know what boomer means
Actually there is ONE iconic tiktok and it’s the ps5 boy
in the evil world beanie babies would be called meanie babies
i love that i can just start off sentences with phrases like “in the evil world” and not elaborate at all, because people just get what i mean. like yeah yeah, the evil world, we all know it. the world thats just like ours but evil. we’re all familiar.
sound on to hear what this child identifies a dragonfly as
But he's right
[Description: a dragonfly hovering around a dusty, grassy landscape. the camera swings over to show a young child in frame for a bit, then swings back. End Description]
[Transcript:
Child: what is that?
Child: is that a baby helicopter?
Child (louder): what is that!!
Adult: (stifling snorts of laughter in the background)
End Transcript]
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Go cheer yourselves up, ladies. The comments are absolutely inspired.
Tell me a soft memory
we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.
and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.
it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.
my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.
my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.
"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."
a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.
her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.
a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby
in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.
"why is she crying?"
"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."
"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."
the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.
jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.
"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.
for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -
by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.
there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.
i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.
Remember that "three items from the store to make the cashier most uncomfortable" meme? Apparently I accidentally found a winning combo tonight at the corner store, one of the usual clerks shot me a really weird look when I was checking out with these
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Wasted away again in Meageritaville
