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I can't believe home depot literally produced a wildly successful science fiction musical and we all just pretend it didn't happen. on one hand yes it had a boring white guy main character but like.... home depot just... Made it? And it had shit ton of box office sales? and no one even talks about this. this is like avatar (2009) all over again
OK so. After a lot of frantic googling I realized this was all a dream. home depot did not in fact produce a wildly successful science fiction musical. I was on allergy meds and took a nap and my brain simply prophesized this. slightly disappointed because I wanted to watch it.
over-explaining everything because youâre scared of not making sense or people thinking youâre stupid
the thrilling sequel: under-explaining everything because youâre afraid of being seen as a rambling mess
the stunning conclusion: wildly varying between both based off the most recent way youâve fucked upÂ
Types of Witches
Hozier witches: moss terrariums, broken guitar strings, faerie circles, tiny jar necklaces on hemp yarn
Rihanna witches: crystal balls, knuckle bone runes, lotus tattoos, poppets, carnelian carvings, shapes grown in trees
Fleetwood Mac witches: rat skulls, grave dirt, wormwood, broomsticks, cobwebs in corners, centuries-old walnut floors
Loreena McKennitt witches: fresh bread, bare feet, penny whistles, pendulums, stacks of dusty tomes beside a plump sofa
Enya witches: tarot, quartz and labradorite, a pinch of salt thrown over a shoulder, a well-worn rabbitâs foot
Florence Welch witches: floor-length veils, daisy crowns, antlers, knotwork, flying ointment
Lana Del Ray witches: rings on every finger, glamours, cats sleeping in a ray of sunshine, dandelion fuzz
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my brain, interrupting my daydream: this is poorly researched and the narrative is not compelling
Brain: âDo it again, take it from the top.â
if shes your girl why is she on the floor wailing in unison with me and six or seven other flower crowned empathy maidens?

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Little cat in a big white pillow - Illustration by Albert Dubout (French, 1905 - 1976)
skfkslckcnelcncn okay Iâm at work yesterday and my coworker is telling me about her husband and 2 kids and is bitching and Iâm like go. off. because thatâs what I do and she says to me âthe litter box is HIS responsibility and most of the time he doesnt even do that!!â and I immediately say. âThatâs all he does??â because girl just told me she took out the trash and did dishes and cared for her fucking children all before coming into work that morning and shes like ââŚ. thatâs not ALL he doesâŚâŚ..â like. every time I talk to a girl in a bad relationship a part of me dies. you dont have to be his mom too. heâs not the three year old. heâs not a fucking tamagotchi that if you forget to feed him and wipe his ass he dies in a pile of his own shit. ladies if he dies he dies
ladies, if he dies, he dies!
Men be like âLet me just play Devilâs Advocateâ like no, Shut up. You are the Devil
This post Has Influenced Me Beyond Reason.. Yesterday a man said to me âwell, to be devilâs advocate-â and I said âthereâs no âadvocateâ, men are the devil and when you speak its with his tongueâ and he stared at me until be both awkwardly laughed bc i momentarily was haunted by a Victorian feminist ghost
âthereâs no âadvocateâ, men are the devil and when you speak its with his tongueâ
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You know, itâs funny, we really only talk about bodily autonomy at length when it comes to the abortion issue, but thatâs definitely not the only time it is an issue, even today, especially for women.Â
Like, you do even a cursory look at how some people are mistreated during actual, likeâŚ.giving birth? Like non-consensual episiotomies or âthe husband stitch.â
The fact that only 17 states treat marital rape the same as non-marital rape? That marital rape  has less severe penalties, or excludes situations where no violence is used, or has shorter reporting periods.
The fact that young women routinely have their requests for tubal ligation denied.Â
Forced sterilization has been a huge issue: for native american women, for women in prison, and some countries even require trans women and intersex women to be sterilized before they can legally change their names.
It is a horrifying and repeated trend that when it comes to issues of reproduction: our bodily autonomy is often at very real risk, and not just because of abortion laws.Â

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The louder you are in the ER waiting room, the more the staff is convinced that you are not having an emergency.
I mean it. Youâre getting the attention you think you want, all eyes on you. Except ours. âIsnât there anything you can do?â Your fellow waiters ask us, concerned. Behind the triage window, you canât hear our teeth grinding. Youâre in pain, i understand that. This might even be the worst pain youâve ever felt. But youâre probably not dying.
Dying isnât loud. A patient having a heart attack does not scream and thrash and gasp for air. Itâs a whisper, a tightness, with slow flexing fingers. A stroke happens in a fraction of an instant, and never makes any sound. More whispers, halves of sentences and muscles that donât quite match up anymore, a puppet with a few of the strings cut. Alarmed and wandering eyes, maybe, but never yelling. Or the more common killers, infections that shut down organs or the pipes of blood that sever. Cardiac or respiratory failure. If a person can talk they are, in fact, breathing just fine.
Remember this, the next time you come to an emergency department. Remember this when youâre sitting in the waiting room, while a sleepy-looking person in a wheelchair is whisked away without a word.
Iâve been on both sides of the fence on this one. Working in the ER and being a patient. And the fact of the matter is no one can really tell how much pain you feel. One day I got brought into the ER in an ambulance with abdominal pain. Iâm an EMT mind you, I hate going to the ER unless I have to. Felt like something from the Aliens movies was trying to get out of my stomach. Got assessed in triage and the pain passed. And then It came back with a vengence. Honest to God 10 out of 10. And I tried to be civil and ask the nurses if I could get moved back just so I could get something for the pain. I got the eye roll, the looks of disbelief, and told to wait. I tried walking away, my knees gave out and I landed on all fours. In the ER. And I screamed. It was the worst pain ever. They tried to put me back in a wheelchair. The movement made the pain worse. It wasnât until the charge nurse said that I was making a scene that they took me back to an exam room. I sat there for 5 minutes waiting on my nurse. It got hard to breath. It took another 5 minutes for them to get me pain killers and an x-ray. My entire upper abdomen from my diaphragm to my belly button was full of air. My stomach had ruptured and was leaking into all of my abdomen. I was rushed to emergency abdominal surgery and was going into shock when I made it to the OR. 5 more minutes and I would have been dead. I tried to âsuffer in silence and with dignityâ. It almost got me killed. You donât get to decide if people are in pain or not just by looking at them. Youâre human. Not a CT scanner.
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I rear ended a car at 16 and slammed on breaks & ended up shattering EVERY bone in my right foot & snapping my ankle in half. Later, the specialists said it was the worst foot break they have ever seen. When the ambulance dropped me off at the hospital, strapped to a stretcher, they wheeled me into the break room and left me there for 30 minutes.
They left a child in the nurses break room for 30 minutes with no explanation. Just wheeled me in there and left me crying my eyes out surrounded by people playing angry birds on their phones.
When I finally saw a nurse she gave me TYLENOL and told me to go home with my mom because my foot was âa little swollenâ. They wrapped it in gauze. They were mad because I was making so much noise but my foot literally felt like it was on fire.
YOU CANNOT DECIDE HOW MUCH PAIN SOMEONE IS IN!!!!
Seriously, itâs shitty shitty shitty attitudes like OPâs that make me terrified of ever having to go to the ER.
Y'all have a hard job, I know and appreciate that, but y'all can also be jaded, heartless sons of bitches and itâs seriously ill and suffering patients who pick up the tab on that.
i have lifelong psychological trauma from being left waiting four hours with unbearable abdominal pain when i was eleven or so.
four hours.
someone prodded at my stomach and decided that since the pain wasnât in the right place to be a ruptured appendix, it was just gas. after that, the only nurses who even came near me only came to tell me to be quiet.
my parents begged for someone, anyone, to listen â he never cries, they said, he never whines, iâve never heard him make this noise before, something is really really wrong! this kid fell out of a tree and broke his collarbone and got up laughing! when he stepped on broken glass he just said âuh i guess you better fetch a towelâ! jesse does not scream, please someone at least try to find out whatâs wrong, isnât this a hospital?
all anyone said was, kids make such a fuss. stop being dramatic.
meanwhile, i was entering an altered state from the unrelenting pain, hallucinating and giggling through my sobs, having mini blackouts. i bit clean through a paperback book before someone finally came around to take me to x-ray âthough iâm sure we wonât find anything.â the x-ray technician snapped âyou donât need thatâ and snatched my teddy bear, tossing it on a counter, where it wouldâve been left behind if my mother hadnât noticed me coming out of the room without it (they didnât let her come in with me) and gone charging in to get it.
more waiting, because x-rays took time to develop back then. more contempt and cold shoulders, and me wondering if i could maybe walk just enough to get out to the highway and dive in front of a semi, because hell cannot be any worse than this.
and then suddenly, hereâs a doctor who is in a huge hurry and we are going to give me a great big enema right fucking now because the x-ray found a bowel obstruction as hard as stone and my intestines are going to rupture any second! hurry hurry, donât you know how high the fatality rate is for sepsis from a ruptured bowel? terrified eleven year old, dehydrated and seeing double and too weak to stand, gets what feels like a garden hose full of lava shoved up his butt, and then they point me at a toilet and leave me there.
result: child on the floor, erupting from both ends. nurseâs reaction: anger and disgust.
pretty much everything from the x-ray on, i remember as if i was watching myself on tv. by the time they left me in the bathroom i wasnât crying anymore. i was just sort of⌠nearby, while things happened to my body. i wondered if my bowel was still in danger of rupturing, but i couldnât find it in me to care.
i was finally quiet.
maybe at that point OP wouldâve condescended to notice me.
Folk wisdom about who needs the real help works and sounds good ninety percent of the time but when psychiatric pts die on the floor in your waiting rooms from a fatal case of non standard presentation complicated by acute jaded power trip itâs still malpractice
Ps head injuries for sure never cause a person to be altered and act like nothing serious is going on
op, itâs attitudes like yours in the world of medicine that need changing, not how our patients âshouldâ present when they come to us for help.Â
OP, have you ever been in excruciating pain? Whatâs the worst pain youâve felt and what happened?
Cause I clearly remember when I was and I sure as hell was not quiet.
I got out of a c-section, which Iâd been allowed to be put to sleep through because my anxiety had me disassociating and having consecutive panic attacks for an hour past when I should have been in, at which point my child should have already been born. I woke up and I can remember screaming and crying. My stomach had literally been sliced open and I could feel it. I donât think Iâd screamed or cried that hard ever. I eventually was able to stop only because it hurt worse.
Imagine if someone came into your ER screaming their head off because they felt pain like this. You would ignore them.
You cannot gauge someoneâs pain or level of emergency by how loud or quiet theyâre being.
I literally cut off the whole tip of my finger a few years ago, nail gone, bone clearly visible and sticking out, and waited 4 hours to be called in even though there were less than 10 other people there the whole time. It didnât stop bleeding the whole 4hrs and every time I asked what was going on and if I could have something other than FUCKING TISSUES all I got was eyerolls
honestly i think working in health care must give doctors and nurses psychopathic tendencies if they didnât have them already. iâve been to the er several times, and once was hospitalized for over 24 hours. people like op like to try to justify their callousness for human suffering, but the truth is that they donât care. youâre another job to deal with, not a human being. whether thatâs from compassion fatigue or what, thatâs just how it is - so, women especially, never let anyone judge you for advocating for yourself. you know your body, you know how much pain is normal. i donât care if they roll your eyes at you for âmaking a sceneâ if youâre in agony.
i am not a loud person, and iâm still treated like a nuisance by medical workers no matter how much of a perfect little patient i am. they donât have empathy for you, because to them there will always be a worse emergency, a more gruesome death, but that doesnât mean you deserve to suffer or be mocked.
A LOT of people become doctor because of the money and because of the power trip. Very few actually have any empathy for their fellow human beings.
The fact that resident scumbag @arealarchaeopteryx hasnât had the decency to delete her fucking blog after revealing this kind of callous disregard for her patients is revolting.
Who feels up to a little doxxing and getting a shitty medical âprofessionalâ fired from her job?
Surely someone who works in medicine and posts something so cruel about patient care online would want it separated from her real world reputation, right?
Surely she wouldnât post pictures of her fiance (with his real name) linking to an Instagram account (with her real name and location) to make it so easy to find her job and ensure they know that sheâs setting them up for a heap of malpractice lawsuits, right?
Jesus fucking Christ. If youâre gonna be an evil nurse could you at least be a SMART evil nurse?
The medical profession tends to attract sadists. Sad but true.
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