Probably as mad as the Hatter

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So if I remember right he sent the sister a heads-up beforehand and the sister was like "holy shit do it", and he showed up in a pink, frilly dress, and sneakers. No makeup, jewellery or anything, just this bulky, hairy dude in a dress for no particular reason.

fluffy boy

I remember lying in a hospital bed the first time I hurt my back badly, in tears, waiting for my MRI slides to come back, and saying to my dad, “But what if they don’t find anything?” I was only 20, but I already understood something fundamental about our system: it is ready, willing, and primed to disbelieve people who say they hurt or feel wrong. It wasn’t like those TV shows where the doctors vowed to get to the bottom of whatever obscure disease or ailment was causing so much pain and hurt; it was “we already hold you under the highest suspicion for daring to be young and in pain, and we’re going to assume you’re full of shit until there is indisputable evidence to the contrary, but we are not going to go out of our way to find that evidence because your insurance will only cover the most basic of tests, so your choices are continue to suffer or shoulder the crippling medical expense of the extra tests yourself.” 

When the surgeon came in and gave me his speech about having assumed there was a mix-up in the slides because there was “no way” a back as bad on film as mine belonged to someone my age, I was terrified, sure, but I was also relieved, because ten minutes prior to that, the nurses had brought in a PCA morphine pump. Prior to that, the on-call doctor assigned to my case had refused to give me anything for pain, condemning me (without even seeing me) on the grounds of my youth and my complaint, even though my primary doctor had direct-admitted me for the express purpose of pain control. When they rolled that pump in, the only thing they said was, “We got your MRI slides. They’ve referred you to the surgeon. He’ll be in shortly.” 

I didn’t know what was wrong, but I knew something had to be. They’d found something. Which, no, wasn’t good, but it meant 1) I was finally, finally getting pain relief, and 2) they would start taking me seriously and work to figure out what was wrong.

No, I don’t want to have chronic back pain. No, it hasn’t been fun, or exciting, or made me feel “special” to be disabled. Mostly it sucks that I can’t do the things I want to do. 

But what sucks worse, and what happens to so many people in chronic pain and illness, is the cause of their pain and illness isn’t immediately obvious, so they’re told they’re imagining it. They’re told it’s all in their heads, because the “tests are normal.” It gets to the point where you start to question your own sanity. You start to disbelieve the signs of your own body. You start to wonder if maybe they’re right, and you ARE just imagining it, even when you’re doubled over in pain, weeping and gasping because it hurts so much and you just want to know why. 

I read from @ nzekiev on twitter that the day before yesterday it was very hard for Africans to get on any train in Kyiv, they were letting them in the last, many managed to get in only coz they started pushing African women into the train so they had to allow everyone in. Before that if they managed to get on the train they were sent back outside with the phrase "Ukrainians first", but nobody was checking anyone's passports.

Today, February 27, he says the Ukrainian soldiers at the Polish border were holding them at gunpoint if they crossed the border before Ukrainians. These are students, they can't be fighting this war!!! Other people of color share on twitter that it's harder for them to cross the border, a Nigerian medical student told @ stephheharty they were told Ukrainians go first and were sent to the back of the queue by Ukrainian soldiers on Polish border.

@ Damilare_arah shared a video where Ukrainian soldiers block Africans from getting on trains. (https://twitter.com/Damilare_arah/status/1497654141350522880?t=rkNx-B9TffKopCRtfgZodA&s=19)

I can't figure out how to download videos from Twitter so I'm attaching screenshots. (https://twitter.com/Damilare_arah/status/1497855205098106880?t=gi_dUgx8nFI36KqlH-CeEA&s=19) (https://twitter.com/nzekiev/status/1497805019311218689?t=hz-3gS0hFxwAZQddLZI85w&s=19)

We must help. They can't be denied shelter while every other white Ukrainian gets to cross the border right before their eyes. @ chylady and @ Damilare_arah share all the important information for Africans and Nigerians on where to find help and also donations.

@ korrinesky is actively sharing all the information. This thread increases to this day and time https://twitter.com/korrinesky/status/1496770898019303427?t=oheEMMWK2KecFzPFWb05iA&s=19

They also have a Telegram chat for African and Caribbean students who are in Lviv but I can't seem to be able to copy the link directly so I'm sending the link to the tweet: https://twitter.com/korrinesky/status/1497661192038453251?t=1bzZxfWvu-zf-zQhFk4BMw&s=19

Here's some of the information where Africans and Nigerians can find help:

RESOURCES FOR UKRAINIAN REFUGEES:

like, Benisnatch Cumberque played the same character he’s always plays as an asshole genius and we were all supposed to be okay with it, but it’s basically character slander

at different parts of the movie Turing is described as ‘arrogant, “inhuman,” “narcissistic,” and even “a monster,” in the film he goes against those around him and is shown to periodically ignore and belittle his colleagues

And. I. Am. So. Angry.

Alan Turing was described by his friends and people that knew him as “intensely shy and kindly”, he was said to “inspire loyalty and affection among those who appreciated his unusual gifts” and was “unfailingly generous with his time and expertise, especially toward younger recruits”

He was kind, he was kind, HE WAS KIND, he was kind

he was kind and geeky and awkward and gay, I don’t care if the whole of society doesn’t find that compelling, I don’t care if we don’t value kindness as an attribute in men, he deserved to be loved and respected as he was, not as we wish he was

I am so sorry Alan Turing, I am so sorry your story was not told with care and thoughtfulness, I am so sorry you didn’t get to be shown to be deeply in love with the men you loved, I am sorry your great and terrible tragedy was never unfolded as a kind and brilliant man abused by a horrible homophobic system

Plus, he was quoted as saying quips like “Beyond the way they speak, there is only one (no two!) features of American life which I find really tiresome. The impossibility of getting a bath in the ordinary sense and their ideas on room temperature.” — Alan Turing (1936)

He was a huge athlete and biked everywhere and sometimes ran the five miles to work every morning, and did things like calculate when his bike chain would break so he could keep riding the thing despite it being ancient

He was still “odd” according to his coworkers as he sometimes wore a gasmask to work to avoid spring allergies and used to chain his coffee mug up to avoid theft at the office, but the same colleagues described him as very friendly, open, and thoughtful as well if not shy.

and finally, of course, there was Porgy