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Heart attacks symptoms are different for women. I recently learned this.
Everyone should know these things.
thanks to mainstream media and being unable to show breasts on TV, way too few people know about female signs of cardiac distress, and impending heart attacks. they only know about the “pain in the left arm” male symptom.
i had all these symptoms once and they sent me right to hospital
it was scary bc i didnt know these were the symptoms for female heart issues
Please, please, PLEASE, reblog this. i don’t know if I did save or called false alarm, with my boss’ life tonight. I felt I was being a bit paranoid, overreacting, but I told Mirage my thoughts and he, after reading over the article I showed him, immediately sprung into action and then shooed her off to the hospital. I don’t know if I did or not, but I knew she’d been super stressed. She’d off-handedly commented on her arm tingling and I asked her if she felt queasy on a hunch. I went to look at the symptoms and we went from there.
Holy shit, I didn’t even think the symptoms would be different between men and women. This is so hugely important and I don’t understand why we aren’t taught this.
One of the other symptoms that doesn’t get talked about , especially in women, is a “feeling of impending doom”. I am not even kidding, that is a legitimate diagnostic criteria. Please - if you are feeling any of these symptoms and a sudden onset of “Holy shit the world is ending” do not let anyone tell you it’s “just nerves” or “just heartburn” or something.
Keep these in mind ESPECIALLY IF YOU’VE GOT HEART DISEASE IN YOUR FAMILY! So many more women die from heart attacks than because they don’t recognize the symptoms when they’re so different. Please stay safe and stay informed.
Relatedly, also:
Sex differences in diagnostics are pretty much never sharp cut-offs. The stereotypical “male” symptoms are more common for men, and the stereotypical “female” symptoms are more common for women – and yes, treating the stereotypical “male” symptoms as universal has absolutely lead to women being less likely to know when they need medical help.
But these things tend to go like bell curves, and so even if you’re a cis man, and you think that none of this applies to your own health – if you ever suddenly start experiencing stereotypical “female” heart attack symptoms? Go to a fucking doctor.
These symptoms show up more often in heart attacks for women, but they also just shouldn’t be ignored, by anyone, ever.
Even though I rarely use Tumblr anymore I had to reblog. Ten years ago this week my mother survived a widow maker heart attack. We were very lucky in that we were less than 10 minutes from a hospital by ambulance and the crew picking her up were in a study about best practices and protocols for saving heart attack patients. Hey symptoms oddly were typical male symptoms. She not only survived but probably has a healthier heart than me now. She has no lasting heart damage whatsoever. Her recovery wasn't easy but she's still here as stubborn as ever. She got to meet my youngest son, her newest grandchild last year. He was a surprise as the last time I had a baby was 18 years prior. :)
Oh this is VERY important. NEVER EVER drive yourself to the hospital with heart attack symptoms. That's a crucial mistake people make that is VERY deadly. If we'd done that, my mom would absolutely be dead.
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Because I feel I have no where else to safely post this, it's going here. Warning caps will ensue. And a disclaimer that this 100% has nothing to do with my blood family. WHO THE FUCK PLANS THE ONLY MEMORIAL SERVICE FOR THEIR MOTHER AND DOESN'T INVITE THE SIBLING THAT TOOK CARE OF THEIR MOTHER AS SHE WAS DYING?!?!?! I had to completely cut contact with a sibling under the advisement of mental health professionals due to choices they made and I still made it clear that when our parents passed someday I would make sure they were informed. I would make sure they got things that were promised to them and I would be as fair and equitable as fucking possible. My rage right now burns with the fucking passion of a million suns. It's actually worse than that, but I don't have words. That's all I can post right now or I'll explode into a million pieces. People are shitty, shitty, petty assholes who deserve the full brunt of some justice, karmic or otherwise.
I don't come here as often as I used to, a statement which is probably fairly apparent. One thing that's been on my mind lately is vulnerability. Vulnerability can be a frightening feeling for me. It's a concept, if you'll indulge me, that I hadn't really explored until recently. I had a difficult childhood and still have a very distant and superficial relationship with my father. I prefer it that way. Early on, before I even knew what it was to be vulnerable, I decided unconsciously, that it was a dangerous way of being. My father is a narcissist and one of the things he excels at is being emotionally unavailable. It's one of his methods of control. He would always dangle praise, affection, and love as a carrot just out of reach. After the physical abuse started, it became clear that there was nothing I could do to please him. I would always fail to meet his uncommunicated expectations of me. So I figured that being fiercely independent was one way of taking control away from him. If I never counted on him or needed him for anything, then he couldn't reject me, or abuse me. For the most part, that's been true. But what it did over time was turn me into a control freak in more ways than I can begin to count. I take the upper hand every chance I get. I am pretty much always looking for ways I can be screwed over or taking action to prevent being screwed over. It's not the most positive way to live. My personal motto for the longest time was, "Plan for the worst possible outcome. That way if it doesn't happen you'll be pleasantly surprised and equipped to handle anything." I chose relationships knowingly and unknowingly that were with emotionally unavailable people or required very low commitment from me. And then, at times, when they'd display that very quality of being unavailable, I'd be hurt and feel worthless and rejected. The worst was if I'd see them be available to someone else in a way I thought they weren't capable of, because they wouldn't or didn't with me. I've been with my current partner for 4 years now. When we started dating I joked that I had a 4 year curse. That's because in the handful of long term relationships I've had, 4 years was the point things went to shit. In the months leading up to our anniversary last month, this weighed on me. Not because our relationship is in any trouble. It's the contrary actually. This is the best relationship I've ever been in. I started having nightmares so vivid that I would wake up in a full-blown panic attack unable to breath, shaking as my pulse raced. Every night I would dream about my partner leaving me or deceiving me in the most absurd ways. The anxiety was overwhelming. After a lot of thought, what was probably clear to most people reading this, became clear to me. I was terrified of losing him. That was scary to me as I have never felt that way about anyone I've been with in a romantic sense. And what feeling is associated with that? Vulnerability. I had let myself become vulnerable. What is true vulnerability? In love, I feel it's letting someone be capable of completely destroying you. It's handing someone a highly detailed map or a manual of what triggers you, your weaknesses, your phobias, unresolved traumas, along with a map of your brain and how it works. And then resolving yourself to the fact that this information can be used to ruin you. Yet this information can be used to uplift you, sustain you, comfort you, and guide you into wonderful and fantastic things. It can be used to make you better. In the end, I can't help if or how people try to use my vulnerabilities against me. I'm not naive, but I also don't want to be the kind of person who has built up walls so high that no one can scale them. I'm reminded of a story about a traveler welcomed into an encampment. They asked him to adhere to certain rules and then they told him what their obligations were as hosts. The encampment acknowledged that if the visitor was there to spy or harm them, then they accepted that as a possible outcome. However they still welcomed him wholeheartedly as a guest. Once I got through the idea of what vulnerability is and how it has an important place in the relationship I have with my partner, the nightmares abated. Honestly, he is the best suited to understand why I've had to protect myself for so long. And he deserves all of me, even the slightly broken and jagged edges, and the odd pieces I don't have a fit for yet. Here I am, letting go of this illusion that I had any control in the first damn place. Love isn't about control, it's really about submission. And I submit myself to loving him the best that I can as long as I can. He deserves that at the very least. Yet the little control freak still abides, except she just wants to love him more than anyone else has. I think he can live with that.
When people say “but you don’t look disabled”,
what they are are actually saying is:
“I think disabled people are so different and other than me that I am absolutely certain I could spot them at first glance.”
The same goes for e.g. autistic, depressive, and otherwise mentally or physically ill people.
They don’t realize that these people can sometimes be very similar to themselves. They think that disability, neurodivergence, mental or physical illness turns people into something completely different. Something that is less “people” and more “obviously something else”.
“You don’t look [xyz] to me” just means “If I had known you were that from the beginning, I would have treated you less like a person and now I don’t know what to do with you”
Informative Ancient Egypt Comics: BROS
Our 1st place contest winner requested a Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep comic as their prize.
I took a class about Ancient Egypt last semester and we had a whole lecture dedicated to talking about how gay Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep were. Their tomb walls were decorated with scenes of them ignoring their wives in favor of embracing each other. In one scene, the couple is seated at a banquet table that is usually reserved for a husband and wife. There’s an entire motif of Khnumhotep holding lotus flowers which in ancient Egyptian tradition symbolizes femininity. Khnumhotep offers the lotus flower to Niankhkhnum, something that only wives were ever depicted as doing for their husbands. In fact, Khnumhotep is repeatedly depicted as uniquely feminine, being shown smaller and shorter than his partner Niankhkhnum and being placed in the role of a woman. Size is a big deal in Egyptian art, husbands are almost always shown as being larger and taller than their wives. So for two men of equal status to be shown in once again, a marital fashion, is pretty telling. Not to mention they were literally buried together which is the strongest bond two people could share in ancient Egypt, as it would mean sharing the journey to the afterlife together. And yet 90% of the academic text about these two talks about these clues in vague terms and analyze the great “brotherhood” they shared, and the enigma of Khnumhotep being depicted as feminine. Apparently it’s too hard for archaeologists to accept homosexuality in the ancient world, as well as the possibility of trans individuals.
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Finally
Two words, Mike fuckingDanton.
TODAY IS HUFFLEPUFF PRIDE DAY
HOW DID I, A DESIGNATED HUFFLEPUFF, NOT KNOW THIS
also i just want everyone who told me i’m a hufflepuff to know that i just got sorted by the sorting hat on pottermore into hufflepuff
also this is my wand: Cherry wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ¾" and quite bendy flexibility
idk wtf that means but THERE YA GO
whaaaaaat
Cherry wood with a phoenix feather core, 9 ¾" and brittle flexibility
Hufflepuff
*BATSTARE*
Laurel, 13 ½" in length, unicorn, supple.
::CHECKS YOU THE FUCK OUT::
Holy hell I tested into Hufflepuff TWICE. It kinda ticked me off. But now I know I'm in good company. We will totally be the reason we lose a House Cup, though.
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It's good to be home
I went out of state for the last four days, back to my parent's hometown. It was the first time I've been away from the boyfriend for that long in 3 years or so. It was nice to get away, visit family, and see our old haunts. However, I really, really missed the boyfriend. When I got home today, I took a short nap and I was awakened by his hands on my body. Then we had the most delicious welcome home sex. I had so many orgasms I almost passed out. He sure knows how to make a lady remember what's waiting for her at home. I love this man! :)
I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, to help them reveal the greatest version of himself.
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I have this with the boyfriend and it is so lovely.
Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib’s, not ever, it’s he who emerges from her womb.
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one of the greatest lies of patriarchy is claiming framing the father as the lifegiver
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When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.
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