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just got phone call from my neurologist WHO IS ON VACATION may his name never be erased, basically being like. "ok so your insurance is trying to kill you. I've referred dozens of people to Duke for this and this has never happened. they're being purposefully confusing and sending us all in circles. they keep sending me forms asking ME to agree to pay for your treatment no matter how many times I explain that I am THE REFERRING PHYSICIAN. so here's what you're going to do-" and gave us instructions on what to do when the health insurance corporation is trying to kill you
this is not his job. his job is being my neurologist.
his job is not "call patients after hours while I'm on vacation because I'm afraid if I don't give them this guidance their insurance company might murder them and so even though this isn't my job it feels like a fucking hostage situation"
anyway. he confirmed that the shit my insurance has been pulling for a month and a half is explicitly Trying To Kill The Patient behavior. told us to get everything in writing. sending us a whole packet of every single relevant form and piece of paperwork so we have it all on hand. told us to contact the patient advocate and if that doesn't work, we're going to have to go outside the company entirely and get the state insurance ombudsman involved.
so. that's fun. and a totally productive use of everyone's time and resources. I've had insurance companies be shitty to me but I've never been the Patient They're Explicitly Trying To Kill before. like I've never had them throw this much energy at blocking a procedure this lifesaving. it actually feels even worse than I thought it would!
Ive had that happen to me and it is the worst. You are literally a target which a large and faceless conglomerate has decided that you are expensive and expendable, and that's that, w/o help. It a horrifying way to treat people and i hope that state takes them to court. Good luck!
it feels so weird because like. right. they have a gun pointed at me. but everyone we talk to is like "what gun. there's no gun. you just haven't filed the correct paperwork to make the gun go away. but also there's no gun :) have you tried financial services?" and every single person is like "i don't work at a killing people company! :) we aren't killing you :)"
but like. you can see by their behavior they've identified my case as one that would be too expensive for them to want to cover, and they also are perfectly aware that I cannot get treatment for this anywhere else.
they're actively choosing to try and just get me to give up and die. which was also my experience applying for social security disability and I forgot how traumatic that was until I started going through it again. it's traumatic to keep getting polite letters telling you that you're not worth saving and should go die. IT FEELS BAD.
"It wasn't all anguish," I said, my fingers digging into her little shoulders. "It wasn't hell. Tell me it wasn't. Tell me there was happiness. Can devils be happy? Dear God, I don't understand." - The Tale of the Body Thief
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The number of same-sex couples in the United States has more than doubled over the past two decades, even as political opposition to marriage equality shows signs of renewed strength.
According to new data from the U.S. Census Bureau, about 1.7 million households in the country were headed by same-sex couples in 2024, accounting for roughly 1 percent of all U.S. households. That marks a significant increase from about 777,000 households in 2004. [...]
Avengers 4 except the whole movie is just Stephen pretending he doesn’t want to kill himself out of grief and guilt while crying into the Cloak of Levitation.
*cries along with Stephen*
Since I did a long ass something for a pretty similar ask have a ficlet for this one. This is… wild and also written on too little sleep, a little bit of wine and way to many emotions. (Also, this thing got longer than planned and is not nearly long enough. Sorry. Maybe I’ll put it up on AO3 later. We’ll see.) For the purposes of this story Tony got rescued at the beginning of Endgame and the return of the dusted happened a long time (months of even years) later and he had more than enough time to recover his strength. Because a ¾ dead Tony rescuing a ½ dead Stephen just doesn’t work… 🤣
Title from Saturn by Sleeping at Last.
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It hurt.
Stephen Strange was only a collection of pain, memories and bitter regret. The pain was everywhere - in his body, in his mind, in his very soul. The question why he had been brought back haunted him constantly; all he’d seen when he’d choosen this timeline had been a victory and a living, breathing and halfway healthy Tony Stark. He hadn’t seen himself and that had been okay. He’d done his part and with his usefulness over death would have been the final release from the agony of living in a broken body and with an overtaxed mind.
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Voting as Fire Extinguishter (poem by Kyle Tran Myhre)
When the haunted house catches fire:
a moment of indecision.
The house was, after all, built on bones,
and blood, and bad intentions.
Everyone who enters the house feels
that overwhelming dread, the evil
that perhaps only fire can purge.
It’s tempting to just let it burn.
And then I remember:
there are children inside.
Apparently my favorite picture books as a child were written by queer authors. This brings me joy.
Look, most of the queer people I know, myself included, had pretty rough childhoods (for a variety of reasons, but being recognizably queer was part of it) and as a result, we are fiercely protective of kids. Not protecting kids in a walled-garden sense the way conservatives want, but celebrating the wonder and whimsy and weirdness of being a child, and treating children as people - people who might need more supervision and care, but people with opinions and thoughts that really do matter. So of course the most beloved children's books of the last 40 years are written by queer folx. It makes perfect sense.
shoutout to C418 (one of minecraft’s composers) for just fucking snapping recently on twitter
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and just to add on
The story of the Australian white ibis is hysterical in many ways.
These birds are native to Australia, yes, but they're not technically native to the cities. Or, well, kinda?
So, Australian ibises typically lived in inland wetland areas. Australia, however, is a dry-ass continent, and the swamps aren't always wet, so whenever there's a dry spell and the swamps dry up and the food dwindles, the ibis colonies will migrate to the coast for food. I suppose when their presence caused enough competition with existing coastal birds they'd fly back inland and hopefully the wetlands would be wet again.
Enter the Europeans - the ibis didn't have much contact with the white man for a hundred years or so, wetlands were too annoying to actively clear, so the white man mostly stayed out and the ibis generally doesn't leave while there's food. Or maybe they did, and the white man towns were too tiny to register for them and they just did their usual thing.
Come the 1970s, severe drought conditions once again led to ibises to flee the wetlands (and the wetlands were probably extra hurt and extra unable to recover due to water diversion for agriculture).
They went for the coasts, and there, due to the absolutely boom in Australian urban sprawl, they found....
Huh. That's new. But was there food?
The answer was yes there was, and not only that, it was almost like the food set out specifically for them!
I am of course talking about bins.
Bins have a couple of nifty features if you're an ibis. One, they contain food scraps, especially protein scraps. Two, the openings tend to be fairly far off the ground, so rats and other flightless creatures can't get to the food (the cockroaches can, which is a plus for the ibis because they eat bugs!)
Two, the bottoms are low, and ibises are wading birds so they have long legs and long beaks. Seagulls, crows and pigeons all have to wait for the bin to be fairly full - ibises can get in there at half full!
And three, natural environment for the ibis is diving into a fetid stagnant swamp with nasty bacteria to eat wriggling things. Their beaks and heads are specially adapted for that - they're bald, and the skin is specially adapted for diving into gross places. Their beaks are sharp and dextrous, so they can open packaging or simply pierce it to get at the tasty, tasty leftover fried chicken or whatever. And if the chicken's already got maggots? Fantastic, they love eating bugs.
So they don't wanna go back. Why the hell would they go back? And with every new drought, even more ibis leave the drying wetlands, find the cities, and decide to stay.
I mean, there's probably a selection effect - the birds that are scared of humans eventually return to their home wetlands, but the ones that aren't decide they're just gonna start nesting in the urban parks. Wetlands are also getting drier and drier (water use issues) so the wetland populations are crashing while the urban populations are exploding.
I think, the bin chicken has to be a symbol of luck. It is so insane to me that the human-designed environment ended up being an ibis paradise, where we've systematically murdered all their enemies and established abundant self-replenishing food sources that they and only them can access.
May you be as lucky as the Australian white ibis. May you leave your normal life for foreign shores and face not the expected adversity, but instead abundance and safety beyond your wildest dreams.
Not a stupid question, and many of our bins have lids (see first picture), but they're designed to work with our robot arm bin trucks (minimises worker's contact with waste) and they swing open easily as a result. But normally a non-issue, since many birds aren't quite strong enough to lift the plastic lid.
But Australia is home to some of the smartest birds that exist, soooo
An arms race over food waste: Sydney cockatoos are still opening kerb-side bins, despite our best efforts to stop them.
and once a cockatoo opens a bin, it's open season for everyone else!
Behold, the Profane Ibis!
pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up
when people go after no-fault divorce or abortion what they're really doing is trying to enshrine the sunk cost fallacy into law
it sounds like a joke but this is a genuine political belief of mine. you should be able to leave a situation you don't like. the government has no business trapping you in a relationship.
quitters rights!
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This is incredibly important. Each of these three issues are almost universal across academic publishing.
These are all companies I work with every day and let me just say, destroy them. Rip their dicks off
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