Robin

Crenshaw... I think I'm... falling down... some stairs...

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

Unpopular opinion: neither Blane nor Duckie deserved Andie. They both took her for granted.

Duckie thought that because he had feelings for her and treated her the way a friend should, that meant she was obligated to reciprocate his feelings.

Blane thought that because Andie liked his face that meant he could treat her like crap, and let his friends treat her like crap, and she'd put up with it.

I think that after the dance, Andie should have rode off into the sunset with a better third option, played by Rob Lowe.

Also, Blane's name should be spelled with an i

[bleachblondephil]

i hope they're both diabolically hungover and in love <3

[nursenotes]

1. Fist: Make a fist around the epi-pen, don’t place your thumb/fingers over either end

2. Flick the blue cap off

3. Fire. Press down into the outer thigh (the big muscle in there), hold for 10 seconds before removing (the orange cap will cover the needle). Bare skin is best but the epi-pen will go through clothing. Avoid pockets and seams. 

- Ring an ambulance even if everything seems to be fine!

[sassyjavert-deactivated20151015]

Oh my god. So as someone who has to carry an epipen EVERYWHERE I am so happy to see that there’s an info post about them. Like in the extreme case that I can’t inject myself, somebody else would have to do it, but nobody knows how to do it! Thank you, this may just save my life some day.

[dontbeanassharry-deactivated201]

Don’t be wimpy about it, either. I know friends who are like, “but idk if I could stab you with a needle!” Please stab me with the needle, don’t be hesitant about it.

In my case (I can’t speak for all allergies), an epi buys me 20 minutes of breathing to get to the hospital. It is not a magic bullet, it’s a few critical minutes to help get me where I need to go.

[theroguefeminist]

For those who don’t know, people with serious food allergies carry epinephrine which is an adrenaline shot just in case they have anaphylaxis, which is a life threatening allergic attack. This shot is life-saving and must be administered to someone who is having an anaphylactic attack as SOON AS POSSIBLE, because an extra waited minute could mean their life.

It doesn’t hurt much at all to use this needle. The first time I used mine, I didn’t even feel it. But be sure to stab it IN THE OUTER THIGH. Do not stick it anywhere else or you could seriously hurt or kill someone. Just right to the outside of the thigh and then call the ambulance - even if your friend starts doing better, they could have a biphasic reaction, meaning a reaction that comes back (or they may need a second dose, be on the look out). If your friend has an epipen, then they have an epipen trainer that doesn’t have a needle and you can try it out just to be sure you know how to use the real thing if you have to. I’d also advise holding it a few more seconds then 10, maybe go for 14 just to be sure all the medicine is administered and that you didn’t count too fast - that’s what I did.

Here’s a graphic of where to stick it:

[unillustrated-man]

THANK YOU FOR THE GRAPHIC I was about to ask because my mom carries one around and so do some of my friends and I wanted to make sure I would do it right if I ever needed to!

[glutenfreethings]

Learn about this or get a refresher, if you’re not already familiar.

[ruby-white-rabbit]

“I don’t want to stab you” they’d be dead otherwise. Stab em.

[vaspider]

This post specifies food allergies but it’s for any kind of anaphylactic allergy: my wife has one for her wasp/yellow jacket sting allergy.

[blackqueerblog]

[avellach-the-realmwalker]

Chik-fil-le sandwich

INGREDIENTS:

4 hamburger buns, split

1 head green leaf lettuce, leaves separated

1 beefsteak tomato, sliced

20 dill pickle slices

FOR THE CHICKEN

2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1 cup dill pickle juice

1 ½ cups milk, divided

1 cup peanut oil

1 large egg

½ cup all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon confectioners’ sugar

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

DIRECTIONS:

Place a chicken breast on a cutting board. With your hand flat on top of it, carefully slice the chicken in half horizontally. Trim excess fat as needed.

In a large shallow baking dish, combine chicken, pickle juice and ½ cup milk; marinate for at least 30 minutes. Drain well.

Heat peanut oil in a large skillet over medium high heat.

In another large shallow baking dish, whisk together remaining 1 cup milk and egg. Stir in chicken to coat and drain excess milk mixture.

In a gallon size Ziploc bag or large bowl, combine chicken, flour and confectioners’ sugar; season with salt and pepper, to taste.

Working in batches, add chicken to the skillet and cook until evenly golden and crispy, about 4-5 minutes. Transfer to a paper towel-lined plate.

Serve chicken immediately on burger buns with green leaf lettuce, tomato and pickles.

[stardust-lightning]

Also if y’all are interested, I have the copycat recipes for the Frosted Lemonade and the Chicken Nuggets

https://www.tablespoon.com/recipes/copycat-chick-fil-a-nuggets/2b483ee0-a13e-4a3f-bf0b-9b26099c6e24

https://cincyshopper.com/copycat-chick-fil-a-frosted-lemonade/

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

Brain dump

I'm so tired of being "strong" and "brave" and "a survivor". I just wanna be normal for once in my life and have things go smoothly, maybe even easily.

It's hard to explain to someone who's never experienced chronic illness how difficult it is when you want to do something but you just aren't physically able, and that it's normal for you to have to give up on the things you really want but the normality of it makes you sad.

And the guilt.

There are days where it's very difficult for me to get out of bed and I feel so guilty about it. Like I should be doing more or pushing myself harder, but everybody tells me to rest. It's hard to rest when you have the guilt of being a hindrance lying on your chest.

It's embarrassing too.

"Sorry, I can't hang out on Wednesday because I have an appointment on Thursday and I have to save my energy and strength."

"Sorry, I can't tonight. I already showered and cooked food and talked to someone on the phone and now I'm all out of spoons."

I'm so sick of my dumb body and all the issues that come with it.

People always tell me that I'm "blessed" or that "God is good" or the "the universe has my best interest in mind" but then why does everything suck?

I'm trying so hard to get back to my Pollyanna self and find the good in life and things to be glad about, but I'm really struggling. And that makes me sad. Am I going to be bitter and resentful for the rest of my life? Am I doomed to be medically burnt out forever? Walking the earth with no purpose other than visiting doctors and getting different tests and scans done?

[dimension20memes]

Thought this was fitting for the current events

[theegosystem-deactivated2024012]

the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

I just absolutely love how raw and sincere and unedited this era is

[paper-wounds]

[sirarxen4]

Yes this time.

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

Maybe this time, for the first time

Love won't hurry away

[dykephan]

should we leave or

[white-noise-blank-space]

Dan and Phil first youtubers in history to ever make and publish an official FORGIVING video instead of an APOLOGY one. Pioneers at everything. Setting trends from 2009. You gotta love them.

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

Everything hits different now.

Every look, every innuendo, every little spark and moment.

I'm having a stroke.

🖤💙💚🩶

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

What I'd like to say to him:

I wish we could go back to the way things were before, when we were actual best friends and it didn't feel like a chore to have a conversation with you. Back when you actually enjoyed spending time with me and put in effort to talk to me. When we saw eachother more than 3 times a year and could talk for hours about anything and everything.

I'll always love you, you know you have a special place in my heart, but I'm exhausted from holding up both ends of this friendship, so I'm gonna let go for a bit. If you decide you wanna pick it up again later on, let me know. I'll be here.

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

"None of this is about you. Everything that she says and does, that's all about her. None of this is really your fault, you know that. If it makes her feel better to project her issues onto you and invalidate you and make you feel like shit then she can do that, but you don't have to stay. You're not obligated to constantly be walking on eggshells around her just because she's mentally ill."

What I wish someone had told me a long time ago.

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

Things that are my fault (according to my mother)

-Her knees hurt

-The washing machine isn't working

-She owes me the money she borrowed from me earlier this month

-It's windy outside

-She lost her bus pass

-There are dishes in the sink (none of them are mine)

-She has to clean up after herself and my little brother

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

My mom just asked my little brother if he wanted to "end up like [me] and do nothing all day" and now I feel like absolute sh!t.

I don't know what to do, but I know what I want to do. I know what I would have done 4 years ago before I quit.

[thisisntmytwitterusername]

Brennan Lee Mulligan and Isabella Roland are simultaneously the 2 luckiest humans on earth because they get to be married to each other.