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insomniac-arrest

when growing up me and my dad and my brother played a game at Home Depot called “Don’t let me see you while I shop.” The rules were that I had to follow my dad around the huge Home Depot but be out of sight the whole time. This game was extremely fun for me for some reason (we also called it the “Super Spy game”) and extremely useful for my dad.

Anyway, later on I realized I could just wonder off and not necessarily follow him around and still win. This is the story of how I used to go directly into the Home Depot lights section and just immediately dissociate like I entered a fairy wonder land for hours on end.

In short:

me:

childhood truly is a special time.

insomniac-arrest

sometimes our happy places are just the Home Depot Lights Department we made along the way

ohnotom

Absolutely 100% agree.

nowthisnews

Thanks to a pair of a bionic gloves, this 80-year-old classical pianist can finally play the piano again. The maestro, João Carlos Martins, had lost dexterity in his hands due to aging and health complications. His face at being able to play piano again says it all. 🎶

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friendly-neighborhood-patriarch

That probably added another 5-10 years onto his life

roboticsappreciationsociety

Oh Awesome!

avvocarlo

rooks

The best moments of this show are where Eric has realized they’ve gone too far

roaringstream

They deadass got a live bear….

bigfatscience

doctoring while fat

frostyemma

@firebirdscratches

firebirdscratches

Yup. And what’s even more insidious is that mysterious symptoms like fatigue, dizziness, upset stomach, things like that - ALWAYS get explained away as “it’s because you’re fat.” Whereas if a thin person goes in and says that, they’re more likely to be taken seriously. Fat people literally can’t get a diagnosis without joining weight watchers first to “prove” it’s not just because we’re fat. So if two women have cancer, and feel fatigued, and one of them is thin and the other is fat…one gets pointed to a diagnosis faster, while the other one gets told to go on a diet. The delay of a few months, hell, a few weeks, can be all the difference. And fat people have their symptoms ignored for yeeeeeaaars. Fatphobia and bias in the medical community claims lives.

literal-fandomtrash

As someone who is fat and who also works in the medical field, here is my recommendation:

Tell the doctor you still want to follow up with further diagnostics. If/when the doctor denies these diagnostics and tests, tell them you want it noted in your chart that they denied the patient’s request for further testing.

That will usually get further medical tests and treatments.

:)

graceebooks

today my diet has consisted of five guys and popyes so im probably gonna live forever

vegan-gore-deactivated20220413

u ate…… 5 whole people……..

graceebooks

6 counting popeye

paxamericana

cop-disliker69

I love they mentioned “one-time offering”.

“Don’t go getting used to this luxury of having a 50-cent expense waived for you, peasant, this is a one-time thing.”

cop-disliker69

Do not, my friends, become addicted to free postage on your monthly rent check. It will take hold of you, and you will resent its absence.

dollsahoy

if you check the notes you’ll see this is from a third party organization and not the landlord

dscgshauntingground

Obsessed with how people in NYC think nowhere else has corner stores

inkcresent

Any drug store on the world??? Like

madameinquisitor

A bodega is a feeling. They’re tucked away into buildings, usually the corner, but not always. Their windows are almost completely covered in lotto signs, posters, the occasional neon light. You can still see inside (obviously) but the windows aren’t filled with neatly organized weekly sales, or the big CVS/Walgreens/Duane Reade logos.

They’re not big and spacious with repetitive features and easy to identify isles like your average drug store. They’re small and homey, a unique feature for a place that is lit solely with flourecent lights. They usually have the local bodega cat (and you know a yuppie when they bitch about the cat), who sometimes lets you pet her. Their shelves are lined with snacks from obscure areas of the world, and knock off brands that somehow just taste better than the name brand. Sometimes household necessities are in their own isle, but usually theyre next to a variety of items like pet food, chips, cake mixes, cereal (it changes depending on your bodega). Coolers are filled with both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks, sometimes humming, other times roaring because they’re fifteen years old and held together with ducttape and a stubborn refusal to replace them. And almost always there’s a deli that can give you a baconeggandcheese (all one word), in the morning and a chopped cheese whenever you’re craving it.

A bodega is not just a cornerstore, it’s the heart of a neighborhood. It’s where the kids go in the morning, swarming in to get drinks, snacks, breakfast, maybe even lunch. It’s where the tired third shifters and barely awake first shifters coming in to chat, pick up a coffee, a soda, a candy bar. It’s where you go after school, after work, late at night, in any mood or outfit.

A bodega is a brief window into the heart of New York. The one that isn’t tailored and refined by the rich, the suburbanites, the yuppies and the ever hungry universities. The one that keeps the city beating, even when all the Wall Street implants and commuters abandon ship.

A bodega is a feeling.