Rocky and some of the parents act as chaperones since even young Eridians are too heavy for Grace, depending on how old he is. Even though all his students ask for is to be picked up.

He has to clean his house since everyone wants a tour and he has to explain the things they sent him from Earth. Like clothes. And coffee mugs.

They play tag on the beach while Grace explains how the dome is temperature/pressure controlled. The parents ask him about their kids grades. Grace gets asked to do parent teacher conferences in the future.

His students ask if they can take him on a field trip next to see their homes and Rocky has to explain how much air Grace would need for a trip like that, so probably not.

It took over three fucking hours for anyone at the hospital to find out we weren't there for a headache

And mind you, that's EVEN THOUGH though they triaged me in the first half hour or so

bc the doctor mistook my attempt to get my parents' attention so they'd stop talking for an attempt to lunge and punch her in the fucking face

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I had to be taken to a different ER less than 24 hours later bc my symptoms had escalated so badly that my family and I were afraid for my life

Stop telling people "Just go see a doctor."

My first conversation about PCOS with my new endocrine/OBGYN was about weight management and how that could improve my fertility when I eventually wanted kids. It wasn't asked what my goals were for my health or if I wanted kids, just assumed.

I was a hormonal, depressed mess. I hated my body. My body dysmorphia was so bad that I cloistered myself away from so much. I wore hoodies and jeans in the 90°F, 80% humidity summers. This was considered fine. I was given metformin and birth control pills and told this was all that could be done. That PCOS wouldn't affect my life until I wanted to be pregnant. I wasn't asked if I wanted to be pregnant, just assumed.

I don't know how many PCOS groups I joined on my early 20s hoping to find community and commonality for body dysmorphia and symptom management, only to be bombarded with fertility treatments and tips and 'inspirational conception' anecdotes. They never asked if I was attempting to conceive, just assumed.