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In 2018, the first-ever troop of homeless Girl Scouts started selling cookies and immediately crushed their goal. NYC’s Troop 6000, which is comprised entirely of children who live in homeless shelters, wanted sell 6,000 boxes by the end of the season- so they acquired permission to sell at the Kellogg’s café in Union Square. They sold over 32,500 boxes in 6 days. Source Source 2 Source 3
uhhh sorry for the wordiness i guess but i want to get awareness up on a chronic behavior that isn’t very well known!! and i haven’t seen anything for bfrb week on my dash at all so
i’m by no means an expert on BFRBs but feel free to send me any questions or stories! (or correct me if i got something wrong)
So this is something I’ve struggled with for most of my life. When I was young and my skin started breaking out my mom would yell and berate me for being “dirty” (spoiler alert: I wasn’t, I just have acne.) concurrently my dad would would tease me relentlessly any time I showed any interest in anything feminine (including skin care products that probably would have helped my acne.)
As a consequence of the anxiety I have about skin and hair imperfections I skin pick and pull hair, I also have massive disruptive anxiety about makeup, salons, nail polish etc. Crawling around in a fatality wreck doesn’t bother me but nail salons? fuck to the no.
I’ve mostly been able to keep any compulsions under control in the last 5 years or so and the more stable my life gets the more those urges go away. I still keep fidget toys in my car at work and have to hype myself up to even go get my hair cut.
So basically, you aren’t alone, do your best to redirect urges but at the end of the day you’re more aware of your bald spots & scars than anyone else.
This post is great for multiple reasons but there’s this one bit that bothers the hell out of me. It mentions that Nazism is socialism. This is false. The author of this post equates social welfare with socialism. This is not the case. Socialism is worker control of the means of production. That is not a policy Nazis support. Nazis are not socialists.
National socialism refers to the actual name of the style of government the Nazi’s used. Nazis had a habit of pretending to be socialists or used some socialist economic policies in order to gain support and disguise what they were actually working towards. It really was “socialism for who we decide deserves it”, and was closely tied to nationalism. That isn’t actual socialism at all. The confusion about this was deliberate and leads people into thinking nazis were socialists, and that “national socialism” means socialism. Yonatan should have made that clear.
You wake up one day with the ability to freeze time at will for as long as you want with no repercussions. What’s the first thing you do with your newfound powers?
take a nap
you just woke up
take a nap
If 1 human year is 7 dog years then leaving for an 8 hour work shift is like leaving for 56 dog hours, no wonder they missed us so much.
When you hit your elbow against something, but that specific point of your elbow
it’s…called your funny bone…
that gif tho
It’s not a bone actually- it’s a nerve that is exposed, specifically the ulnar nerve. The reason it feels so weird to hit it is that it’s not designed to deliver pain signals, so when you hit it it just wiggs out and sends Garbage signals to the brain, and the brain is just like “uh, dude- Ulnar, what the hell is this garbage?? You’re supposed to curl a finger and a half, and move some muscles in the forearm, why are you sending me this crap? How am I supposed to make this into sensory output?” And the Ulnar nerve is just like “dude dude dude, brain- what the hell is going on?!?” And the brain goes- “idiot. Fine. You’re on fire, freezing and being electrocuted. Happy?” And the Ulnar goes “holy crap brain!! I’m on fire, freezing and being electrocuted! What am I going to do!!??!” And the brain says “you’re an idiot ulnar. A damn idiot.”
This is how human anatomy should be taught
Also if you stick only your elbow in freezing water, that same ulnar nerve will transfer the pain to your fingers instead of where the actual freezing pain is! This phenomenon is called referred pain and is also the type of pain you experience during a brain freeze :)
Fun fact: Egyptian gods do not have ‘animal heads’. The depictions of gods are meant to contain a duality, as is important in Egyptian Religion (life/death, red land/black land, chaos/order, human/animal). So when you see, say, Anubis with a man’s body and a Jackal head it represents both his human form and his Jackal form, meaning he might appear in either form. But never as a human with a Jackal head. That is only something you’d see on temple walls for the duality aspect.
How di you know??
I mean it sounds likely but where are you getting your information from?
I’m an Egyptologist? This is literally my job.
But if you want a source, read: Silverman, D. (1991) Divinity and Deities in Ancient Egypt, In J. Baines, L. Lesko, & D. Silverman, Religion in Ancient Egypt: Gods, Myths and Personal Practice. Ithaca and London: Cornell University Press. 7-87.
Thanks for the sources.
I had just never heard about that fact before.
No worries! (I realise I put a full stop instead of an exclamation mark at the end of “this is literally my job” which might have sounded harsh, so I apologise!)
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this is exactly how you should react to hearing new information that you’re skeptical of or don’t immediately believe is true
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Me: Why wasn’t I a better parent
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Unfriendly fucking reminder that the best predictor of mass shootings is not mental illness, but being an angry young white man who has recently experienced rejection and has easy access to guns.
Bringing this back because it makes terrible people angry. And I’ll add a note to all the people saying “But you’d have to be mentally ill to do that!”: Mental illness is, by definition, abnormal. Does “mediocre white boy is so entitled that he resorts to violence when told no” really sound particularly unusual to you?
I devoted my entire graduate studies and thesis on mass school shootings, multiple murderers, and criminal psychology and I can tell you that this is in fact completely true and is suported by an unbelievable amount of emperical, quantifiable data that I slaved over for years. 💯
Publish that paper.
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i dont think american filmmakers realise how huge london is, because sure you have the london eye and houses of parliament but when you say ‘london has fallen’ what??? so the nandos in catford is in flames? the tesco in peckham has descended into chaos? wtf??
We have states bigger than your entire country
ur largest city
london
Oh…. honey….honey no
I’m about to blow everyone’s got damn mind.
Not a metropolitan area, just fucking Jacksonville.
i would like to point out, tho, according to wikipedia, as of 2011 for just the cities:
Jacksonville population: 829,719
Chicago population: 2,705,000
London population: 8,174,000
like. it’s cute and all that y’all have big cities in terms of area, buuuuuut…….
whats your point
The louder you are in the ER waiting room, the more the staff is convinced that you are not having an emergency.
I mean it. You’re getting the attention you think you want, all eyes on you. Except ours. “Isn’t there anything you can do?” Your fellow waiters ask us, concerned. Behind the triage window, you can’t hear our teeth grinding. You’re in pain, i understand that. This might even be the worst pain you’ve ever felt. But you’re probably not dying.
Dying isn’t loud. A patient having a heart attack does not scream and thrash and gasp for air. It’s a whisper, a tightness, with slow flexing fingers. A stroke happens in a fraction of an instant, and never makes any sound. More whispers, halves of sentences and muscles that don’t quite match up anymore, a puppet with a few of the strings cut. Alarmed and wandering eyes, maybe, but never yelling. Or the more common killers, infections that shut down organs or the pipes of blood that sever. Cardiac or respiratory failure. If a person can talk they are, in fact, breathing just fine.
Remember this, the next time you come to an emergency department. Remember this when you’re sitting in the waiting room, while a sleepy-looking person in a wheelchair is whisked away without a word.
I’ve been on both sides of the fence on this one. Working in the ER and being a patient. And the fact of the matter is no one can really tell how much pain you feel. One day I got brought into the ER in an ambulance with abdominal pain. I’m an EMT mind you, I hate going to the ER unless I have to. Felt like something from the Aliens movies was trying to get out of my stomach. Got assessed in triage and the pain passed. And then It came back with a vengence. Honest to God 10 out of 10. And I tried to be civil and ask the nurses if I could get moved back just so I could get something for the pain. I got the eye roll, the looks of disbelief, and told to wait. I tried walking away, my knees gave out and I landed on all fours. In the ER. And I screamed. It was the worst pain ever. They tried to put me back in a wheelchair. The movement made the pain worse. It wasn’t until the charge nurse said that I was making a scene that they took me back to an exam room. I sat there for 5 minutes waiting on my nurse. It got hard to breath. It took another 5 minutes for them to get me pain killers and an x-ray. My entire upper abdomen from my diaphragm to my belly button was full of air. My stomach had ruptured and was leaking into all of my abdomen. I was rushed to emergency abdominal surgery and was going into shock when I made it to the OR. 5 more minutes and I would have been dead. I tried to “suffer in silence and with dignity”. It almost got me killed. You don’t get to decide if people are in pain or not just by looking at them. You’re human. Not a CT scanner.
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I rear ended a car at 16 and slammed on breaks & ended up shattering EVERY bone in my right foot & snapping my ankle in half. Later, the specialists said it was the worst foot break they have ever seen. When the ambulance dropped me off at the hospital, strapped to a stretcher, they wheeled me into the break room and left me there for 30 minutes.
They left a child in the nurses break room for 30 minutes with no explanation. Just wheeled me in there and left me crying my eyes out surrounded by people playing angry birds on their phones.
When I finally saw a nurse she gave me TYLENOL and told me to go home with my mom because my foot was “a little swollen”. They wrapped it in gauze. They were mad because I was making so much noise but my foot literally felt like it was on fire.
YOU CANNOT DECIDE HOW MUCH PAIN SOMEONE IS IN!!!!
Seriously, it’s shitty shitty shitty attitudes like OP’s that make me terrified of ever having to go to the ER.
Y'all have a hard job, I know and appreciate that, but y'all can also be jaded, heartless sons of bitches and it’s seriously ill and suffering patients who pick up the tab on that.
i have lifelong psychological trauma from being left waiting four hours with unbearable abdominal pain when i was eleven or so.
four hours.
someone prodded at my stomach and decided that since the pain wasn’t in the right place to be a ruptured appendix, it was just gas. after that, the only nurses who even came near me only came to tell me to be quiet.
my parents begged for someone, anyone, to listen – he never cries, they said, he never whines, i’ve never heard him make this noise before, something is really really wrong! this kid fell out of a tree and broke his collarbone and got up laughing! when he stepped on broken glass he just said ‘uh i guess you better fetch a towel’! jesse does not scream, please someone at least try to find out what’s wrong, isn’t this a hospital?
all anyone said was, kids make such a fuss. stop being dramatic.
meanwhile, i was entering an altered state from the unrelenting pain, hallucinating and giggling through my sobs, having mini blackouts. i bit clean through a paperback book before someone finally came around to take me to x-ray “though i’m sure we won’t find anything.” the x-ray technician snapped “you don’t need that” and snatched my teddy bear, tossing it on a counter, where it would’ve been left behind if my mother hadn’t noticed me coming out of the room without it (they didn’t let her come in with me) and gone charging in to get it.
more waiting, because x-rays took time to develop back then. more contempt and cold shoulders, and me wondering if i could maybe walk just enough to get out to the highway and dive in front of a semi, because hell cannot be any worse than this.
and then suddenly, here’s a doctor who is in a huge hurry and we are going to give me a great big enema right fucking now because the x-ray found a bowel obstruction as hard as stone and my intestines are going to rupture any second! hurry hurry, don’t you know how high the fatality rate is for sepsis from a ruptured bowel? terrified eleven year old, dehydrated and seeing double and too weak to stand, gets what feels like a garden hose full of lava shoved up his butt, and then they point me at a toilet and leave me there.
result: child on the floor, erupting from both ends. nurse’s reaction: anger and disgust.
pretty much everything from the x-ray on, i remember as if i was watching myself on tv. by the time they left me in the bathroom i wasn’t crying anymore. i was just sort of… nearby, while things happened to my body. i wondered if my bowel was still in danger of rupturing, but i couldn’t find it in me to care.
i was finally quiet.
maybe at that point OP would’ve condescended to notice me.
Folk wisdom about who needs the real help works and sounds good ninety percent of the time but when psychiatric pts die on the floor in your waiting rooms from a fatal case of non standard presentation complicated by acute jaded power trip it’s still malpractice
Ps head injuries for sure never cause a person to be altered and act like nothing serious is going on
op, it’s attitudes like yours in the world of medicine that need changing, not how our patients “should” present when they come to us for help.
OP is heartless.
People’s pain tolerances are different. Everyone deserves to be treated with dignity.
https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2015/10/emergency-room-wait-times-sexism/410515/
That article is specific to how female pain is minimized (usually as hysteria). It’s even worse if you’re a WOC.
Look at what happened to Serena Williams. Greatest tennis player of all time, nearly dies in childbirth because doctors don’t want to listen to her that something is not right. Probably the only reason she is alive is because she is who she is.
There are some people who are in such chronic habitual pain that their reference point for pain doesn’t even make sense to someone not in their condition. Their resigned “I don’t know…five?” Could be someone else’s screaming 10.
Also thinking of my SIL’s father who frankly was killed by malpractice. Poor man was in screaming pain when they ignored protocol to change his catheter and they said he was faking it. He went septic because they fucked it up.
Reading the stories on this post is horrifically sad. Shame on the original poster. SHAME. Get a different fucking job.
If you go to the ER, cry and scream as loud as you need to. If anything, it might make the staff like OP see to you faster just to get you to shut up.
The only reason I didn’t permanently lose my sight is because I made a scene.
Imagine little 15 years old me, who never needed glasses or had any type of problem with their sight, suddently starting to get random headaches, pain behind their right eye, and see blurry. I went to the ER the first time when I could hardly see from said eye, and after two hours a nurse sent me back home saying that it was “just stress” and to “sleep it off”.
A week later my parents rushed me to the ER because the pain was so unbearable that I had bursted out crying during class. They explained the situation to a nurse and guess what? I was left waiting for another two hours.
I had no idea what was happening. I felt like my head was exploding, and at that point I could only see white from my right eye. After those two hours, which I spent sitting quietly with tears running down my face because the nurse had told me not to disturb the other people waiting, I noticed that my vision was going completely white.
And I freaked out.
I started wailing, sobbing my eyes out and screaming “I can’t see! I CAN’T SEE!!” while pressing the heels of both hands against my eyes because that was the only thing that made the pressure behind them more bearable.
That seemed to catch the nurses’ attention: a 15 years old kid in full blown panic attack screaming bloody murder because they had gone completely blind.
After that I was visited pretty quickly, and ended up spending almost a month in the neurology department because the optic nerve of my right eye had completely shut down. The doctor that followed me was horrified when she found out that I had spent a week walking around while my eye was in that condition. Had I been hospitalized a week before a lot of problems could have been prevented.
End result? I managed to get my vision back (though they never figured out what exactly caused the loss), but my optic nerve is permanently damaged and the tiniest stress makes my vision go blurry. I also have problems with my color perception and still get random pain.
So yes, cry and scream as loud as you need to. Force them to notice you.
I have seen a total of 7 people over the course of my life die in a waiting room of the ER. Right in front of me. Often with me demanding that nurses or doctors do something. Some were quiet. Some were loud. But ALL of them…. were human beings who deserved and needed help and did not get it. I was misdiagnosed from May 2010 to the end of September 2010 with a “pulled muscle” in my back. No matter how many times I went, not matter how I presented, the doctors refused to do more than an x-ray before writing off my pain. As the months went on I couldn’t sleep, could hardly move. I lost feeling in my leg, my feet and toes. I couldn’t eat, I would just sit and cry endlessly, unable to find relief. And as soon as my body began to adjust to the level of pain, the pain got worse. But visit after visit, I was dismissed. And it not only affected my health and quality of living, but my ability to work and function…. and then it affected my relationships. My friends didn’t understand why I wasn’t working. I was told to “work through the pain.” Because if the doctor’s said it wasn’t that bad, no one was going to believe me when I said it was unbearable. And I worked through the pain, in 10-12 hour shifts at a convenience store, hauling boxes and standing for hours, no lunches… Until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. It came to pass that finally, after months of horrendous agony, I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in over a week. I couldn’t. The pain was too severe. And so I went. And I lied. Until this point I’d told them the reality— I woke up one morning, and my back was in pain. Since there was no accident that caused it, they wouldn’t look further. But this time I lied- I told them I tripped over my cat. Because I was in so much pain, I couldn’t think of a better lie. And I was crying, but quiet… for 10 hours, waiting in the front of the ER to be seen. They took me back, and were discussing just an x-ray AGAIN and then I snapped. I lost my mind, I wailed, I dropped, I couldn’t move. I shrieked the pain of nearly half a year so loudly they finally sedated me, and put me in a chair in the back area to await a ct scan. Another 5 hours later (but at least with really good pain meds finally, to keep me quiet) I went for the CT scan, and lo and behold… a herniated disk in my lower lumbar, pressed so hard on my spinal cord, the doctors didn’t understand how I had walked into the ER, much less walked to multiple bus stops and rode multiple buses to get there. I was scheduled for emergency surgery…. that I still had to wait another 9 hours for. Because no one would listen, aside from my mom. I had people I loved treating me like dirt for being unable to pay bills, all on the word of doctors who didn’t do their jobs. So you can go to hell OP.
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