1967 Chevrolet Impala - Baby

Paws Crossed chapter 2: Starved and the Starving

-via @madseance, get peer reviewed, 100% agree

Money in your savings account is something everyone should have.

The fact that not everyone has money and a savings account is the result of violence, deprivation, and the deliberate decisions made by the less than 100 people who own half of the world's money

it did not. it is public knowledge the slave trade worked like this

>hear a new layer to song ive relistened to over and over

>"wow i cant believe i never noticed this before! i wonder what kind of synth he used. its very forboding in a specific way only nin can achieve"

>pause song to write post praising nin

>the synth specifically keeps playing despite the rest of the song being paused

>look outside window

so can we get some help affording food please, we're literally in our last half kg and we have nothing else left to serve it with

EDIT: this one is going around just going to put my paypal here, please, we just want to afford groceries without touching the funds for our daughter's surgery, thank you.

This is not entirely unusual for me, as I have hEDS. It was, however, a bit more extreme than I am used to.

Tuesday night, I went to stand up and every muscle in my body completely noped out. I collapsed on the floor, and could not get up, as none of my muscles was working at all. I flopped and sort of inchwormed out of my room and down the hall to find Jonathan. About 60 feet of impossible movement. I'm sure I looked both alarming and comical. I'm still not sure how I made it, but the only other option was to die where I was, which seemed like an unpalatable choice. Our tenant has had nursing training, so I sent Jonathan to get her. She took one look at me and immediately called an ambulance. In the ambulance, the 3 EMTs were wonderful. They immediately started an IV and hooked me up to an EEG (EKG?)

I deal with crises through a combination of terrifying competence and humor. Samples of dialogue from the ambulance ride: EMT: I've established an IV. 22 needle in the hand. 22 in the hand. Me: ...is better than 2 in the bush. EMT: I can't find a pulse. No pulse detected. Me: I suppose this is a good time to tell you I'm an organ donor... EMT: (trying to distract me from the Unpleasant Things her colleagues were doing to me) What made you choose to become an organ donor? Me: Oh, I'm just really into recycling... We arrived at the hospital, and I spent 23 hours in a hallway, with one trip to the CT scanner. No water, no fluids, no bed pan. My muscles were still AWOL, so I was completely helpless. It was...unpleasant. When my bloodwork came back, it was determined that I had so little potassium in my body that it didn't even register on the tests. No one could explain how I was still alive. I spent a further 5 days in the hospital, and gradually regained control of my muscles. I'm now back to my normal, which isn't very, but at least I can shuffle around and wipe my own butt again. Small victories. :) Early next week, I have to see a doctor and get another blood panel done, to make sure my potassium and CK levels are stable. This is going to cost me around $350 out of pocket. I don't have anywhere near that much money. If anyone can help, I would be extremely grateful. Reblogs are a huge help! I've just listed more magnets in my Etsy store.

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