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She really thought she was doing something huh

chocolatesquared

king...

everythingfox

“A sleepy Arctic Fox yawning in Svalbard Norway”

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blackartdepot

The art of the talented Sloan Siobhan. These pieces were recently on display at her Urban Zoe Show.

whattheforkdude

please unmute this

failbag

I’ve never seen high school musical and now I never need to

beccar

Basketball basketball we love basketball

thisisthinprivilege

Call the bluff of your bigoted doctor: ask for them to note refusal to test in your medical records

The topic of requesting a treatment paper trail came up on a recent and popular post on TiTP about fatphobia in medicine. Mod MG noted that you should always ask that any refusal to test you for a condition, when you request to be tested, be put in writing in your medical record. I’m married to a doctor who has confirmed that THIS WORKS. Not all the time, but much of the time you can call your doctor’s bluff and get them to order you the tests simply by asking to have their refusal to test noted in your medical records.

The doctor wife says that the easiest way to call someone’s bluff is to say very sweetly after they refuse you care, “Oh, okay. Then can you please note in my record that I requested and you refused this test on such-and-such date?” Seriously, DO THIS. Recently I had a bad accident, and had a few health issues crop up during my recovery that my doctor was very dismissive about. So I told her it was fine, but could she note in the record that she refused the test? She then said she would order the test “even though it’s probably not going to be useful,” I got the test, and IT WAS FUCKING POSITIVE FOR A LIFE-THREATENING CONDITION. It’s fucking unfair we’re being bullied and that the healthcare profession is full of so many small-minded bigots, and it sucks, but we’ve got tricks up our sleeves. Don’t let them refuse you care. Also remember that doctors are people, and people are lazy. Finally, keep in mind what the doctor wife likes to tell me the next time you’re refused care: “What do you call the med student who graduates bottom of her class? Doctor.” Don’t lionize healthcare professionals. They’re just as susceptible to bigotry, ignorance, and laziness as anyone else. Call their bluff. -ATL

tlematimun

slow songs, they for skinny hoes can’t move all of this here to one of those i’m a thick bitch, i need tempo fuck it up to the tempo

Lizzo - Tempo (feat. Missy Elliott)

unicornships

collection of times where the Avatar characters reacts in anime style…..

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thebootydiaries

It's favorite not favourite

this just in: the world outside of america doesn’t exist

thebootydiaries

this just in: if ur not american ur british

criskingdom

If you’re neither American nor British, there’s a good chance you don’t speak English either.

thebootydiaries

this just in: even though english is the first language of roughly 400 million people and second language of 1.6 billion people, if ur not american nor british there’s a good chance u don’t exist

flyandfamousblackgirls

Vintage Fem Queen: The Real Pose

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megan thee stallion

humansofnewyork

“It wasn’t a secret. The first day we met I told her I was bisexual, and that I’d been with men and women my entire life. At the time she shrugged it off. And it wasn’t an issue for the first ten years of our marriage. The relationship was perfectly loving and stable. But then I don’t know, something happened. It wasn’t a particular man. I never cheated on her. It was something abstract. I just missed relationships with men. So I told her. I was honest. But when I uttered that thing it was like a bomb went off. She turned away her face like she’d been slapped very hard. It caused her so much pain. She lost a lot of weight. We cried and cried and cried about it. For three years we cried. We’d meet at Starbucks every day and cry in front of everyone. We didn’t live together after that. And we were never sexual again. But we were still intimate. We still took a lot of naps together. I always held her. We’d go shopping and walk arm-in-arm. She kept my last name and called me her gay husband. Her health began to deteriorate in 2007. It was a nerve disease. She lost her hearing. Then her sight. And I took care of her. She always told me to forget about her. To go out there and find a good guy. But I stayed by her side. We’d never officially gotten divorced, which helped in the end. They let me in the hospital room as her husband. I wasn’t allowed to touch her, but I was right next to her as she died, breathing with her. It’s been two years now. I’ll move away soon. There’s nothing left in this city for me. But first I’m going to have a ceremony in Central Park, and give an envelope of her ashes to everyone who loved her. I don’t know whether to call her my wife. It’s not important to me. Alexandra was the love of my life.”