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Maybe it’s just because I’m Jewish but I do truly believe that life gets ten times better when you learn to complain cheerfully
I think a part of it is that it lets you acknowledge that something sucks, which is actually really good in a culture that wants us to pretend that everything is fine and we’re soldiering through all the time. Like, no, my grocery bag breaking and spilling all over the floor is not fine. I’ve had a long day and I’m really upset and on the verge of tears because I can’t handle one more thing and pretending like it’s fine only means breaking down later.
But if you let yourself complain, if you let yourself swear terribly and creatively, and you stare down at the bruised vegetables like they’ve personally disappointed you, and you make yourself smile because this is really just so, so stupid, you feel a little better. There’s a power to acknowledging that something sucks and making yourself feel better anyways. There’s a power to going “and THEN my bag broke, and it’s like—seriously? my day was bad enough” and doing it with a smile.
You shouldn’t have to pretend things are fine when they aren’t. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to smile through things that make you feel terrible. But if you can make yourself laugh by staring down at some strawberries that have decided to revolt, and give them a lecture on why they’re just terrible, really, and that makes you smile—then maybe that’s a good thing.
I cannot overstate how freeing it can be to simply say "oh fuck off" at the object that falls off your counter of its own volition after you spent 10 minutes preventing items from falling off and breaking on they other side.
OP is so right about the power of laughing at your misfortune.
my new year’s resolution is to become even more cryptic, eldritch, monstrous, blood-sucking and unholy. and maybe tidy my room.
All trans women deserve fat fucking tits
My tits have grown like a full cup size since posting this so likes charge reblogs cast
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The spirit of Diogenes is alive and well
This is funny, obviously, but even if you don't go to the extreme of the example above, this is a separate seat for one person, with a back and 4 legs:
But it's not a chair. It's a bar stool.
This, however, are all chairs:
Each one is missing at least one component of the chair definition above.
So like... it's almost like strict definitions are exclusionary.
Reblog to hit a transphobe with a separate seat for one person
the night before i have to wake up early always makes me feel like im on death row or something
trying to find a new piece of media to consume like, it has to be new, it has to be familiar, if it stresses me out even a little i will die, i want there to be a specific kind of conflict but i don’t know what kind, i want to be utterly engrossed, i want to watch it in the background, i can’t concentrate, i am hyperfixated, i want to be challenged, i want to be comforted, i want to be disturbed but in a comforting way, maybe i’ll just watch the first three seasons of great british bakeoff again
my fatal flaw is that if i don't want to do something i just won't do it like mama raised a quitter for sure.. i'll be doing something and suddenly be like damn what if i just didn't 🤔. very freeing but also i suffer so many consequences
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
dont do this
idk man this living by the sword shit is easy
FUCK
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There is no age limit on chronic pain. Just because you do not like to think about children being in pain does not mean they do not exist. They deserve to be believed and they deserve access to pain management.
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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack:
"I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
snopes.com says this one’s true.
Save a life–Reblog.
Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!
This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.
Auto-reblog.
Many women have silent heart attacks as well, where there are no symptoms at all until BAM! Then it happens.
As a formerly (mostly) healthy person who is now dealing with post-covid heart issues, this was tremendously helpful to read. Reblog, save a life.
Important for all genders so you can recognize other symptoms in yourself and others.
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Well obviously y’all don’t know the trash we have to deal with.
Referring to sick people under your medical care as "trash" is really not a good look and uh. Literally proving the point of this video
Not everyone in the hospital is legitimately sick though. Lots of drug seekers and patients are routinely abusive towards hospital staff, particularly towards the people that are working under nursing supervisors that are actually doing most of the legwork. “Trash” probably isn’t the right word but hospital workers do have to deal with genuinely bad people more often than you’d think
Hey, surprise, it's not cool to disclose the personal details of addicts either, or call them trash. People don't seek drugs for no reason, and disparaging them for it instead of treating the underlying root cause isn't helpful for anything except the healthcare worker who wants to form a superiority complex. There's no excuse for dumping a patient's personal details on the internet, no matter who they are or what they're like.
No one is dumping personal/identifying details online, that’s not even what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the people that come in looking for pills and throw a fit when they aren’t prescribed what they’re trying to abuse. Most of the time they have already refused inpatient/outpatient rehab because they want to get high not get clean. Taking away scarce hospital resources from patients who genuinely need treatment in order to feed a drug habit is much worse than calling someone a mean word online
get bent, you piece of shit ❤
as someone who definitely has 'drug seeking behavior' in their file at one or more hospitals, doubly get bent. a lot of times people who are addicted to pain relievers are in legitimate pain!! (personally im in favor of all drug addicts being treated w respect and given safe supplies to use in safe places but i digress) the time i came closest to trying to score illegal narcotics was because i was out of my mind in pain from my chronic illness and had just been kicked out of the hospital with not even extra strength ibuprofen.
These nurses who complain about their patients online a) often give out personal information about someone's incredibly stressful day b) make it so people, esp disabled people, are less likely to go get help in medically dangerous situations bc they dont want to be 'one of those annoying people in the er' tht the tiktok nurses complain about c) are blaming their exploitation as workers on the vulnerable people in their care and d) normalize nurses treating disabled people like crap, when we already experience imense hostility from medical workers
The amount of chronically ill people who are noted as “drug seeking” only to then find out they have some horrific and debilitating illness that needs immediate medical attention is also incredibly common, and they also go on tiktok and expose how heartless and idiotic some of these “medical professionals” are. This isn’t a case of “addicts ruining it for the rest of them” it’s a case of callous medical staff being so adamant about shitting on addicts that they inevitably shit on other patients as well. Many of whom nearly die from that kind of lack of treatment.
Why tf do you follow me and then cowardly put this in the tags? Being salty about it isn’t the same as doing unprofessional and callous shit. You have no idea why that person is acting that way, mentally or otherwise. If someone is begging for narcotics that is just sad, depressing and likely a terrible place to be in. That’s someone’s rock bottom. The thing that professionals are supposed to approach rationally, sympathetically and pragmatically.
I've seen all sorts of aggressive behavior from patients. I've seen patients throw bedpans at nurses, I've had patients try to throw hands with me, I've dealt with patients who wanted to scream in my face about me being the devil and literally never once have I thought "these people are trash I should film them and put it on social media".
From one medical professional to many others, either get compassion for addicts and people in crisis or find a new profession.
Adding to the shitting on the idiotic, cruel tags in the screenshot above:
#well when people call 911 three times in a days and then go to three different hospitals claiming 'chronic illness' #and they beg for narcotics the whole time #you get a little salty about it
Besides the fact that we should all have compassion for drug addicts ("salty" is the word you're gonna use here? You get annoyed and resentful that there's people who've hit rock bottom in their addiction and they DARE exist around you? Go fuck yourself), who the fuck are you to put the "chronic illness" in quotation marks?
I PROMISE YOU AT LEAST A GOOD CHUNK OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE GENUINELY CHRONICALLY ILL, even the ones who ARE addicts too on top of being ill! And then there's the ones who're not addicts but have been marked as such for insisting too much on trying to get the medication that keeps them afloat from terrible constant fucking pain! Medication that's been denied to them because some nurse or some doctor just went "Nah" at them about it so they're trying to get their meds by any means necessary.
I can't fucking imagine how many times people who think like @bonesnopeshiswayout does have marked chronically ill people, both addicts and not, as drug-seeking when what they're seeking is just fucking relief for their fucking pain that drives a lot of us to SUICIDE. This shit ableist mindset from people in positions of authority/power LITERALLY KILLS PEOPLE. And for what? So you can die on the hill of not giving meds to people because all patients are assumed to be deceptive little bitches until proven innocent? Again, go fuck yourself.
Also want to add that “drug seeking” is so damn racialized where these same nurses believe that Black people feel less pain and these same nurses are less likely to give Black patients anesthesia when they are in pain because they DONT believe their pain.
Nurses (and doctors/medical professionals) aren’t the same as cashiers dealing with unruly and rude customers. There is an inherent power dynamics that doesnt exist between a waiter and a customer. Medical abuse is way more common than y’all want to believe and y’all fighting for *let me see* the right to bad talk patients for their embarrassing health conditions or “bad behavior” is fucking weird.