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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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I was about to fucking scream then I finished reading it lmao
Yes
(via Saturday Morning Cartoons: Baopu #15) by Yao Xiao
words to remember
Rate-drop Pacing The electricity turns off, Like a bill unpaid. A fuse blows in haste, No conductivity The clock stops in space. All programming unsets, No automated functions the records all erase. No sight in the blackout arms brace for the fall; …a generator activates and lights come back on. The clock blinks midnight, even though it's keeping pace.
jh 2/2009
How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”
The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around
pls watch
honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me
Dorothy: Dr. Budd?
Dr. Budd: Yes?
Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.
Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–
Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.
Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.
Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.
Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.
Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.
Dr. Budd: Good!
Dorothy: But I will!
Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?
Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–
Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.
Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–
Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.
Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.
Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.
“Shut up, Lewis”
quick survey about chronic illness diagnosis!
Hey all,
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Whether or not you fit these requirements, a signal boost is always appreciated. This preliminary research is being done in the hopes that it will open up more opportunities for research in the chronic illness space, specifically for adolescents and young adults who are chronically ill!
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Signal boosting the hell out of this!!! 💙💙💙
You’ve been saving his life so many times, one day he’ll do the same for you
I’m not even sure who or what I feel this way about...but I do.
Dear Science-Hub, Had I not wasted my best child bearing years on higher education, I would give you my first born son as thanks for your service if you asked for him. Sincerely, old and likely sterile, but still very very thankful, J
Did everyone but me know that bullion cubes have almost a gram of salt?
...modeling clay breaks sometimes end badly
what study breaks have come to....
Join us LIVE on our wall on July 8th at 2pm EST for our OT Live Series about safe exercises for EDS and Dysautonomia with the lovely Joanna, who is an Occupational Therapist and dysautonomia patient! #Dysautonomia #POTS #hPOTS #EDS #MCAD #MCAS #OT
that moment when...you wonder if a cup of hot coffee will give you focus or syncope.
A little normalcy
Feeling moderately well takes away my motivation to Tumblr. No news is really good news, or posts as it is.
Me, making usual progress with my dissertation writing.
Bedtime after my good day in months…. chances of tomorrow being good too increase with good sleep but falling asleep ends a good day without a guarantee for tomorrow. So hard to let it go, so many things I still want to do…..
Trying to study with a chronic illness