#zero accountability

[furiousgoldfish]

abusers: actions have consequences for YOU. I just throw a tantrum

abusers: you take the consequences instead of me. lifehack

[chasingpegasus]

There would be no confusion at all if we just waited for official news. People tweeting from Australia creating confusion themselves and then being mad about the confusion... 

[utilitymonstermash]

BART: Nesting Pigeons Got in the Way of S.F. Escalator Repair Project

Agency says pigeons nested in machinery at the 24th/Mission Station, delaying project by a month while birds raised hatchlings.

“BART also said that ‘by federal law, we can’t disturb an active nest and monitored the nest every day.’”

“It's not clear what law or regulation protects the birds -- formally known as rock pigeons, or Columbia livia. They are among the dozens of non-native species not protected from disturbance under the federal Migratory Bird Treaty Act.”

[vampire-on-main]

can i just say tbh i dont give a shit

[freeoftheground]

How many government officials does it take

I asked 10 top government officials where government money comes from. Do you think they had an answer?

Welcome to Canadian federal politics...

As long as it's marked "COVID", the federal government can spend money on whatever they want without having to publicly account for how they're paying for it.

[marksgirl]

If there’s one thing mothers are gonna do, it’s enable bum ass fathers.

[lost-carcosa]

[the-inevitable-minor-fires]

An open letter to the fourth doctor this week

My first visit was to the urgent care section of this facility on Saturday. I came out with a prescription for capsaicin (which did nothing but ruin what would otherwise have been perfectly therapeutic showers) and cyclobenzaprene. I had already been taking ibuprofen and was encouraged to continue to do so.

Saturday and Sunday passed, and I woke early Monday morning and could not stop screaming from the pain. Being in bed was agony. Standing was agony. In the time it took to walk to the bathroom, it became so intense that I thought I would pass out. My wife called 911 because I couldn't stop screaming. Walking was agony. Getting into the car was torture. Riding in the car was more torture, but I elected to do those things because we can't afford an ambulance ride on top of everything else we are accruing here.

I feel like each time I get here, I have yelled it all out. I don't know if that's shock or some psychosomatic miracle, but in the time it takes to be seen, the cycle of pain has hit a lull and I can't make anyone understand what I am going through.

We came to the emergency room early Monday morning (around 1 am) and waited as one does through all of the people one sees at the ER. I received a narcotic injection and held for what was supposed to be 20 minutes. We were alone in the exam room for 45 minutes and eventually discharged. By the time I reached the car, I was screaming in pain again and could barely get into the back seat. I had come to the ER lying in the back of the car with the seats down, due to the severe pain with sitting and the bending needed to get into a car like a human. The drug made me woozy, but only briefly did anything for my pain. 

For as much as I have had to recite the nature of the pain I am in and the way it occurs to one professional after another, I think that key elements have been missed. The pain in and around my hip joint and flowing down the side of my leg have not been acknowledged, let alone addressed. The severity of the pain was not clear to anyone here until the end of the third visit on Tuesday. We were told to come in when my wife called to follow up on the last visit and my screaming was audible over the phone from two rooms away. I got here and painfully limped to the front door and elevator. I refused a wheelchair twice because of the additional pain of sitting. I leaned over a bench by the elevator and waited for my wife to check in. I was discovered by some very kind staff who encouraged me to get a chair and I did so. But by that time again I was in a pain lull (maybe the nurses absorbed it into their own kindness) so again I was describing pain to yet another person, the PA who saw us. After seeing the nurse and the PA and getting an anti-inflammatory shot I was sent for x-rays "on my way out" with no further instruction.. Between getting the shot and going in for the x-rays, my pain returned full on and I screamed in pain the entire time pictures were taken, and everyone in the place now knew my pain was serious. I caused a scene and this amplified my anxiety, which is certainly factors into my pain and can actually trigger it. Several other staff came to my aid, insisting that more needed to be done for my obvious pain. My PA said that nothing else could be done, and I was wheeled out the door screaming, despite everyone's kindness. The shot did kick in and there was near total relief for about 12 hours. It was supposed to be effective for three days. I still woke up in the middle of the night with severe pain and have continued this way since then. Following the PA's recommendation not to use an additional NSAID for 72 hours means I am left with little to no relief for now.

 I need to underscore that overall, I have been treated with care and kindness here. I just don't feel that I have been heard, due to an inability to advocate for myself stemming from anxiety, politeness, and the exhaustion that comes with an ongoing trauma that prevents me and my wife from getting any rest.

So, to make it as clear as I can:

There is an entire set of pains running down the side of my right leg, with an epicenter at the hip joint. Most of what I am saying here was written overnight when sleep was impossible due to this pain. I didn't yell out as I do every time I start walking, but it was enough to keep me awake, moaning, trembling and hyperventilating in fits. The outside of the lower leg and foot become alternately tingly and slightly numb. These symptoms have not been acknowledged and the NSAID shot, while improving the back pain generally, has made no difference in these other areas. The ice and heat that have helped with the other pains are also ineffective. I have been seen for IT band pain previously, and this feels like an amplified version of that. Perhaps it's possible that there are two problems at work. Perhaps the disc damage is not the only thing happening here.

There is a spectrum of physiological and psychological pain going on in me and each feeds the other. I have panic attacks regularly, and though I don't currently use medication to mitigate them, I could use some help with the particular incidents in this situation that both are triggered by and triggers of the physical pain I am experiencing.

This situation is taking a serious physical, professional, and mental toll on more than one person.