just like heaven

"Clearly, the inferences that people make about the meaning of consent are revealing.

It seems to be widely—though certainly not universally—understood that entering a man’s bedroom constitutes consent to sex, yet the vast majority of men do not believe, for example, that their partner has the right to digitally penetrate their anus on the grounds that both parties have agreed to sex.

A finger in a man’s anus, notwithstanding how good it may feel, is something that needs to be consented to verbally, whereas a penis in a woman’s vagina could be permitted by the very fact of having entered the penis owner’s bedroom.

This discrepancy gives us reason to believe that, first, most men know how to give and receive consent when their bodily integrity is at stake, and second, that we are supposed to intuitively know what sex is, which steps it involves, how it starts, and how it ends.

Thus when a women consents to sex with a man, this supposedly means that she gives the man permission for penile penetration of her vagina until he achieves orgasm, at which point sex will end.

The hospital is really busy right now (major surgeries booking into October), including lots of big patients (some have been bigger than me!) and that means the space is at a premium even just for me to walk around.  But sometimes I need to do something other than sew and writing up the stories of patients is one of my happy procrastinations where I don’t feel too guilty for letting them sit.  So thank you for being a reader, and letting me procrastinate with a bit less guilt! 😊

I have two recent stories I really wanted to share, so here is the first, the story of a mouse.

Unlike the patients above, Mouser is actually fairly small. Not tiny, but about ten inches tall. His person first wrote back in 2020, when Mouser was 29 years old. He had had an unfortunate run-in with a dog. Here are the diagnosis photos from then:

She also sent a photo of a similar (though not quite the same) younger mouse as a comparison:

We all know how 2020 went, so Mouser didn't come in then, but six years later (he’d been kept in a safe space all that time) his person wrote back. She was finally ready to send him to the hospital.

We agreed that the best treatment would be:

Repair injured foot

Recover both footpads

Fix finger toe stitches

Repair muzzle with new nose

Two new ears

Repair arm with new hand pad

Repair tail attachment

Gentle spa

Of course, these were subject to change as treatment proceeded (and you’ll see they did a bit) but that was the plan.

He took a short flight down the coast from Washington and started his treatment with a gentle spa. Here he is in his bubble bath:

You can sort of see in the photo, he’s kind of a bluish gray, which I couldn’t match exactly for his new ears and back of his missing hand, so there were two choices for his human to choose from:

She chose the shorter fur and surgery proceeded. I had a really good match for his pawpads.

Here's his heart being made and installed with a bit of original stuffing:

And here were his initial chubbiness approval pics:

He still needed some new toes and fingers:

And new whiskers:

And then, he was ready to fly home! His person wrote: He looks amazing!

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