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shoutout to fat nonbinary people
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Shout out fat enbies I love you
if your doctor is telling you that POTS can only be treated with salt, compression socks, and PT you either have an ignorant doctor or you are being medically neglected
there are so many medications available for POTS that stand in-between non-pharmaceutical options and saline infusions.
some people with POTS will tell you that a POTS diagnosis is not worth pursuing because "it can't be cured and your doctors will only suggest salt, compression socks, and PT"- this is not true. a POTS diagnosis opens up a world of possibilities for medication, infusions, assistive devices like mobility aids, and accommodations.
POTS may not be curable but many people experience relief from many (or all) of their symptoms when taking one (or several) of the many medications available to treat POTS.
POTS medications also do not begin and end at beta blockers. having a bad experience with a beta blocker (or several) does not mean that no medications will work for you. there are POTS medications that come from quite a few different classifications of medication. it's worth trying more out.
the best way to get access to these treatments is to find a doctor knowledgeable about POTS. these are few and far between and tend to have long waitlists. as long as you can get the diagnosis a primary care provider is able to prescribe these medications.
don't let bad doctors discourage you from seeking a diagnosis. there are things you can do to help!
revamped design with all of my disabled keith haring style dancin' guys all together, updated to include the yellow power chair user ~
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Mobility aid positivity post!
write insane shit that’s way beyond your perceived ability and skill level even if you don’t finish it even if you think it sucks
divert all power to the funk engine
"what is this BABY doing in space!???"
-Rocky, probably
A lifetime of waiting for us to meet
Some fun notes!
"whats your 5 year plan?" buddy I nearly go insane thinking about what I should have for dinner
I love how the biggest space guys on tumblr right now, Dr. Captain Ryland Grace and Simon the Convict, are played by Mark “send me to space I don’t care if I don’t come back” Iplier, and Ryan “oh my god please don’t send me to space. Why are you sending me to space?!?” Gosling.
I just think that’s hilarious
Say it with me folks:
People do not deserve to suffer, even if they make mistakes
People do not deserve to suffer, even if they make bad decisions
People do not deserve to suffer
People especially do not deserve to suffer because somebody else completely unrelated made a bad decision, btw
Nigerian Pride 🏳️🌈🇳🇬
I meant to have this out yesterday. Happy belated pride. :)
I'm glad you all like the Nigeria Pride post!
Originally, I went in worried the opposite would happen. Growing up, I've been taught that Nigeria, the country, is homophobic. (I was born in America.) But over time, I learned that there's tons of other queer Nigerians; some are out, and some are in the closet 😭.
I'm also not used to this much attention, lol
Thank you all!
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
trans women and trans men and nonbinary people and everyone else being friends and holding each other close and falling in love and thinking of each other. I'm making this my future. let's all be okay together
Happy pride month! Lets all stay safe and support each other 💙
a small price to pay for Snail Table, in my opinion
every house needs a snable
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