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friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

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Królewna Kotka (Cat Princess), circa 1928 by Konstanty Laszczka
[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat. Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records. My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now. Called the county clerk. Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty. Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons? Me: Yes, but he's a cat. Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county? Me: He's a legal cat. Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption. Me: He can't file anything. He has paws. Clerk: You can file on his behalf. Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat." Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons." Me: What's the medical reason? Clerk: He's a cat. Me: That's not a medical condition. Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving. Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later. "Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement." Took the letter to my vet. Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty. Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty? Me: Excellent question. No good answer. Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten. Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve? Vet: On what grounds? Me: He's a cat. Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings." Me: Perfect. Sent it in. Got another rejection. "Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court." My roommate thought this was hilarious. Roommate: Felix is going to jail. Me: This is serious. Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens. Decided that was actually the only option left. Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters. Checked in at the courthouse. Clerk: Name? Me: Felix Martinez. Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix? Me: Yes. Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat. Me: I've been saying that for six weeks. Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption? Me: I filed three. All rejected. Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation? Me: Twice. Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this. Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me. Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote? Me: You tell me. Supervisor: This is a data error. Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out. They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience. Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry. Me: Appreciate it. Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted? Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats. Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card. For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was. Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud. Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent. Roommate: That's what they all say. Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now. Fitting end to his legal career. end id]
girls I'm sorry as much as I talk about being a pervert I mostly just want someone to hold me tightly and make me feel safe and never let go
Is anyone else constantly bothered by the fact that all of a child's medical care is required to go through their parents? That they must rely on these people to decide when they do or don't need medical care?
No matter how injured. If a parent doesn't deem it necessary to see a doctor, it doesn't happen. Teachers can suggest a doctor visit, but unless it's a very acute injury (and even then), it's ultimately up to the parents.
You can be 13. Twisted, maybe broken ankle. You teacher lets you sit out in PE. She's concerned, and tells you to rest when you go home, and see a doctor. You get home, ur parents fill a bath and add some Epsom salts, and then laugh at you for using it moms old colorguard stick as a cane. Take some ibuprofen they say. It's just a little sprain, ur a kid.
You go to school the next day, go to ur office assistant time. Office calls ur mom to come get you, because you're clearly in too much pain for school. Your mom laughs when she gets you, says you just were so determined not to miss school. Scolds you for making the office ladies worry.
You never see a doctor for the injury.
Your parents come into the exam room at every visit. This does not stop with age, except for gynecologist. But your parents are on the medical release forms. They fill them out for you, with you. You do not get to take them off.
You never get to tell s doctor about the ankle. Even though it never quote healed right, and it hurts every day.
Then your 18. In college. Still on your parents insurance, and have no car. The on campus clinic only does std testing. You fall down some stairs. Same injury. You call your parents, crying from the pain. You are using a mop as a cane. They console you and say to have a bath, take some meds, and let them know how it feels in a few days. You end up borrowing your roommates rolling chair to get around for the weekend.
By Monday, you can walk again. You walk miles to class every day. You ask to see a doctor, but your parents won't drive the hour to come take you, and you don't have the insurance card. You are still at their mercy for medical care. The ankle tries to heal again. This time worse than before. The tendons click with every step.
Now you're in your twenties. Finally have your own healthcare. You see a doctor. You get to mention the ankle! They say it's been too long to really even know what was damaged. That you have arthritis now. It healed wrong but it can no longer be fixed.
I'm 32 now. My ankle tells me the weather. I wear boots to keep it stable. What could have been a funny story about a fall and a cast has become a lifetime injury. Because children do not have access to medical care without a parents approval.
I crashed a snowmobile when I was in middle school. 7th grade, like 12 years old. 45 mph off a fucking cliff and into a tree. Hurt both of my knees badly enough that I couldn't walk at all for a few days. My parents told me to shake it off and take some Tylenol. I stopped telling them it hurt because I was tired of being told I was lying. I had a noticeable limp. All through middle school. All through high school. My parents would make fun of me for it, tell me to stop, ask me what kind of attention I was trying to get. The limp never went away, even when the pain eventually did (after several *years*).
One day in my junior year of college, like 8 years later, I woke up in excruciating pain in both of my legs, like a 7/10 resting and 10/10 of I moved them. I was bedbound for a couple days until it subsided enough that I could finally get to the campus clinic. They looked at me like I was trying to get opiates and unenthusiastically gave me a referral to an orthopedic in the next county over with a waitlist of almost a month.
I bought a cane and hobbled around campus for a few weeks because I couldn't miss any more classes or work.
When I finally saw the orthopedic, he took a look at my X-ray and the first words out of his mouth were "do you have a history of knee trauma, by any chance?"
There was nothing he could do - no surgery, no physical therapy. The pain went away eventually. I got off the cane after two years of relying on it. I still keep it around because I still need it sometimes, 8 years after seeing the orthopedic and 16 fucking years after the initial injury that my parents, despite watching the snowmobile crash, decided I was faking.
This kind of shit happened over and over again with my parents, but this was by far the worst. (They also didn't believe me when I told them that milk made me sick even though they'd be pounding on the bathroom door and yelling at me for taking so long on the toilet every single time they forced me to eat milk or cheese. That was fun.)
When I called my mom after seeing the orthopedic, I ended up having to console *her* and reassure *her* that no, her continued pattern of medical neglect didn't make her a bad mother. Another lie, but I was only 21 and hadn't yet realized that you don't have to lie to your parents to protect yourself from them if you aren't dependent on them.

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this might be kind of a reach but is there a way for printers to connect to devices so that documents can be printed from them
one of the most frustrating thing is being treated like expressing your opinion abt things is being like controlling or abusive or malevolent in some way. idk why this is something that happens to transfeminized ppl a lot but fsr it is. i've seen ppl get HALed for talking shit abt a fucking play on socmed. i've had ppl treat me like i was judging them and taking over their life bc i talked abt not having the same religious beliefs and not wanting others' religious beliefs applied to me. it's so fucking idk what to even say abt it it's like we are not allowed to have and express our own opinions and if what we think contrasts with others then it is an attack on them. that we do not actually do anything to even try to control what others do means nothing if someone feels that we are. it's so fucking exhausting to have ppl constantly assign you as an Arbiter Of Morality And Conduct because you speak your mind on things and then treat you as responsible and to blame for their own fucking complexes. and ofc the answer to this kind of bootstrapped dilemma is fucking always excision
more women whump. more women pushing themselves and passing out from sleep deprivation and exhaustion. more women training until their knuckles bleed and their legs give out from under them. more women being held prisoner and remaining stoic until the very end or perhaps when they’re rescued. more women under truth serum and terrifying hallucinogens. more women waking up in a pool of blood, their own and others’ and not knowing what happened but that something is terribly wrong with them. more women falling apart o ly when rescued. more women pushed to their breaking point. more women whump.
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(Smiling fondly at nothing) puppy music school..... puppy music school.
Even puppy can learn music.
Literally it's puppy music school.
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