#(storytime!)

[monsterdoodling]

guy who I'm mad at for being bullshit >:(

[sweaterkittensahoy]

So, next month will be the 18th anniversary of my appendix coming out. Which I remember because it was January 2008, which is the same year I got married, so here's that story again:

So, back in 2008, I woke up one January day with my lower right abdomen hurting like hell and a very mild fever. At the time, I highly suspected but I had endometriosis but knew no doctor would listen to me if I tried to get help for it (I had stopped trying to explain it was not "normal" period pain to doctors six years before this, when I was 19).

My period was super regular, and it was due. Mild fever? Eh, hot flashes happened occasionally. Get up. Eat. Think about how the pain started just before I fell asleep, and I thought, "Huh, weird it hasn't moved. I wonder if it's my appendix."

And then did what a lot of people with chronic pain do and went, "Nah, no way."

I went to class. Which included taking four flights of stairs because the elevator in the building was super slow. When I got done with that class, I didn't try for the elevator because I had exactly 10 minutes to get across campus, so I took four flights down, and then walked across campus, and by the time I got to the door of the class, I was two minutes later and sick sweating all over myself.

"Gayle!" My prof jovially shouted, delighted to make good on his promise to us all on day one that he would make us explain our lateness and let the class decide if we stayed, "Why are you late?"

I stood there, sick sweating and my abdomen pounding, and said, "Um, I think I have appendicitis?" Because a ten-minute walk across campus had softened my resistance to the idea.

"No vote!" My prof declared. "Sit the hell down."

I sat the hell down. I made it through class. Then I got up and shuffled towards my next class. Because I could not walk upright at that point. I was doing the Futurama Farnsworth shuffle, bent like a shrimp, and I was halfway to class when I remembered I had to wait an hour for that class to start, and I realized I could barely walk as it is.

I called several friends. None of them were able to pick up. I shambled to my car and drove my first-gear-sticky stick shift with no power steering to Urgent Care. I did not call Sean because his management was awful and he was on warning for--I am not making this up--grabbing a print out off the printer from behind someone else's chair while the person was in their chair and making a phone call.

Anyway, I wrangle my car to Urgent Care and go up to the desk.

"And why are you here today?" asked the desk worker.

"I think I have appendicitis."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You have a seat," said the desk worker, who had clearly seen my type before.

I get into a chair. I get back in about fifteen minutes. The nurse takes my blood pressure and checks my temperature (101.4) and asks why I'm in today.

"I think I have appendicitis," I say.

"Okay, and on a scale of 1-10, how do you rank your pain?"

So, at this point I had lived with severe pain on every period for over a decade and no medical professional had ever believed me when I tried to explain. Like many other people, I had learned by medical failure that my pain wasn't that bad. So, with all this in my head, I said, "I mean, I guess a 5? Maybe?"

She takes it all down and leaves.

Doctor comes in. "So, you think it's appendicitis?"

"I mean, I'm used to this much pain for my period, but I don't get a fever like this regularly."

"Okay. Any history of lower abdominal issues before this? IBS or anything?"

"No, but there's uterian cysts and ovarian cysts in the family."

"Well, ovarian cysts are normal."

Sidenote: Fuck every single doctor who has ever said this to me or anyone else because you would think if I'm mentioning anyone had ovarian cysts it's because one fucking burst. Because otherwise it's super rare you know you have them.

Anyway.

Doctor says, "Okay, well we don't want to do surgery if we don't need to, and your temperature isn't terribly high. Do you want something for the pain?"

And then I said the dumbest thing I have ever said in my life, "No, it's no worse than my period. I'm fine."

I regret nearly nothing in my life. I regret those words. Because of what's coming up in a bit.

We are not nearly to the end of this story.

Doctor says, "Okay, so we're going to need to do a pelvic exam to check for fibroids or cysts."

You know how a pelvic sucks shit when you're feeling totally healthy? Yeah. The one upside was one friend managed to make it to me and was able to hold my hand while I had it done. And the doctor did his best, but the speculum has always hurt me (even now), and boy was it worse.

So, the doc finishes and says, "Everything feels normal. I want to get new stats while we consider next steps."

"Cool," I manage to say, all of my muscles trying to contract at once.

Doc goes out. Nurse comes in. Same nurse as before. Checks my blood pressure. It's a little higher. Checks my temperature (101.6). Offers me pain meds again.

"No, it's fine. If I don't move from this position, I'm fine."

The way I was brainwashed by not being listened to. My fucking god.

Sean makes it in by now. He has gotten off work and when he told his managers, "Hey, Gayle might need surgery, so I don't know if I'll be in tomorrow," their response was some variation of, "Um...we need you to be reliable, you know." So, that went well.

The doctor comes back and says with no sign of issues on my sex organs and with the pain so bad and with my temperature where it is, they wanna run a Catscan to check my intestines/bowels/colon for problems.

To get a Catscan for your lower abdomen and colon, two things have to happen:

1) You have to drink a fuck ton of contrast dye mixed with apple juice while getting an IV of contrast dye. The apple juice does not mask the taste of the dye.

2) You have to get contrast dye put up your butt when you lie down for the Catscan.

And do you know what you have to do after you get that Catscan? Shit your brains out. Shit your brains completely out. Over several trips to the bathroom. Which requires you to clench the muscles around the appendix and thereby make the appendix pain worse as you continue to shit your brains out.

Oh, and do it very quietly because you can hear voices (not words; just voices) through the bathroom wall and realize there's a small child in the next room and don't want to terrify a small child by screaming out the shit-pains.

And then the doctor came back in and said, "Well, you Catscan didn't show anything. Let's get new stats."

At some point between my last stats-check and my silent screaming as I shit my brains out, the nurses had had a shift change. New nurse comes in, introduces herself, and takes my stats. My temperature is still 101.6. She gives me a look of someone who knows her instincts are usually right and says, "Hold on, let me get a different thermometer. I don't always trust the forehead ones." She comes back with an under-the-tongue thermometer (thank fuck I was genuinely concerned what else might happen to my ass at this point), and she sticks it under my tongue.

103.8

103.8

103.8

"Yeah, I thought maybe. These forehead thermometers don't always like high temperatures," the nurse says. She pats my knee very gently. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Are pain meds still an option?" I ask, having been defeated by the post-butt dye shits.

"Probably not."

She leaves. The doctor follows her back in about two minutes later.

"We're going to do a rebound test," he says.

He presses on right over my appendix. I sigh in relief because the pain is gone.

He lifts his finger.

This part of the story has two versions:

Here's what I remember I said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

What Sean (the much more reliable narrator) remembers I said: "Oh god, please don't do that again."

"Okay," the doctor says, "you're going to need your appendix out."

And so it happened. On Sean's birthday. Which is the most serious medical issue that happened on his birthday but not the one with the longest last consequences.

[askalexanderjames]

Mood because as I child I heard the name Lauren’s often and I asked my father about it n he was like “ he was a good.. friend of mine,” so I was like,” makeshift uncle?” And he was like sure. And then I asked Philip. He was like 13 I was like 7 or something (Ik the ages don’t match shut it ) and he looked me dead in my young, innnocent, 7 year old eye, and without a doubt in the world said, that “they were banging.” And walked off.

[dazaisfavbitch]

Soo... Y'all know the guy (that one short cousin friend of mine whom I call a brother who lowkey graped me and pinned me down on the bed because he was losing a pillow fight?) Yeahh he just called and I STAYED APATHETIC AND ANNOYING and he called me "dude why are you being so mature?" And I was like "maybe because you are being immature" in the most apathetic tone (sorry not sorry)

He kept flaunting his gaming skills on me (he CATFISHED people on freefire to get more game-gifts from people) and I just replied with a hum or yeah because this guy would've yapped for 2 hrs otherwise (he yapped for 30 mins nevertheless this time), plus he thinks manga-readers are noobs (he told me it this time)

Also while I was being apathetic he told me "Dude why aren't you a guy? It would be so much fun to roast you if you were" and I didn't reply for a while and then spoke "Sometimes I wonder how fragile your ego is that you get offended over my simple responses just enough to wish I was a guy so that you can offend me back. Like how hard do you even crave validation and attention? Is it always like this? Do you always need to flaunt your ego so as to feel validated? Also saying you wish I was a guy so that you can roast me is so funny dude like I have to be a guy just so you can roast me? Also it's not like you are not saying your mind out of respect, it's because you see me as a girl and tbh that's so mysogynistic dude, like what do you mean I'm a girl so you will go easy on me, do you even know what mysogyny is? Well ofcourse you don't, who am I even talking to" and he was speechless for a while and replied "it's because I don't feel good enough" yeah bro I know that's why you should stop pretending otherwise, self hatred with heavy narcissistic behaviour is one of the worst duos to pull up with in social settings

He then tried to roast me by saying how he finished the games I was playing while he was in 7th grade and (let me play the basic games in peace over and over again) and that I said I still play then for the sake of fun and not ranking or levels and he said well one day the fun will end too dw and I replied well one day life will end too soo I rather play whatever I want and do whatever I want to and not listen what anyone has to say and not care about what they have to say otherwise and he replied with dude you should hust cut this "mature" act and stop being boring, you are just a girl and you should stop trying to roast me (or smth like that idk) and I replied with wellll then you should shut the fuck up (/HEAVY Helluva Boss Stolas ref)

And also THIS THE FIRST TIME ISTG that he ended the call himself in 29 mins, I feel proud of humbling him for once and for all

@pearl-granger you KNOWW who

[wyjam]

Why is your header image like literally so iconic ✨

Lmao that's the closest thing you'll get for an irl picture for awhile. also tyyyyy!!! I'm really proud of it even though its a couple of months old now lol. My OG moots will remember this, but this was back when I was in a road trip when I first got Tumblr.

[bunnyclxoudyy]

hii! :D

hey, welcome 2 my blog!

im bunny! (she/they)

sm stuff abt mee:

asian girl

my interests r all over the place

fav colors: soft blue

loves kpop/jpop

ambivert (depends on mood)

i like drawing

aroace

irl friends w @pinkiepop030

i like scrolling individual blogs more than scrolling randomized posts

juminocore girly

fandoms/communities:

ava/avm <- currently most neglected

pjsk/vocaloid

art (idk if this 1 counts as a community)

space community (exp. 17776 community) <- currently most active

tags (MIGHT NOT USE ALL OF THE TIME):

chaos - random out of context/chaotic moments ft me

bunny rbs - my rbs

bunny asks/bunny answers - asks and responses (i use them interchangeably depending on mood)

bunny yaps - things i want to say (discontinued ver: bunny speaks)

[fandom/thing] - posts abt said fandom/thing

oc: [name] - posts that an oc would say/oc core

bunny ocposting: me posting abt my ocs

bunny ssposts: screenshots of things i find worth posting

bunny doodles: art posts (very rare)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T TAG ALL OF MY POSTS, PLS DONT EXPECT TO FIND ALL MY POSTS ON A CERTAIN SUBJECT UNDER ITS TAG

what to expect:

fandom posts

random rb's

a lot of yapping

UPDATED 6/11/26

[atlisdoesstuff]

i’m starting to have beef with this dude🧍‍♂️

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WHY DOES HE STARE AT ME SO MUCH ?!

ITS WEIRD

GO AWAY 🥀🥀🥀

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