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Rainbow text: STOP giving me life advice!

Regular text on all the following lines, until noted otherwise:

- I didn't fucking ask.

- I don't know you. I have no reason to think that you know what you're talking about.

- Your advice is stupid and it makes you look stupid.

- A two sentence facetious tumblr post does not give you enough context about my life to offer advice.

- I didn't fucking ask.

- I don't know you and you don't know what you're talking about.

- If your smug little off-the-cuff response took you less than five minutes to think of, I guarantee I've already tried it or it doesn't apply to my situation.

- Because you don't know what you're talking about.

- And I'm not a fucking idiot.

- Your advice sure makes you look like a fucking idiot though.

- It's bad advice. That I didn't ask for.

- It's stupid advice and it makes you look stupid.

- Seriously, just think for like five seconds. About how conceited and self-aggrandising you're being. And how stupid you clearly must think I am.

- When you assume that your thirty seconds musing on a situation you know nothing about is somehow valuable to me.

- Because clearly I'm too much of a fucking idiot to think of something that obvious by myself. Good thing I have your genius take to remind me that thrift shops or food pantries or farmer's markets or Etsy or whatever the fuck you're recommending exists.

- Good thing I have you dipshits to tell me how to grow a garden or cook a soup or use up my lemons or eggs or choose birthday presents.

- Too bad I didn't fucking ask.

- I've been polite about your stupid fucking ideas for years and my patience is running thin. I'm about to start blocking you motherfuckers.

- STOP GIVING ME LIFE ADVICE.

Rainbow text: I didn't fucking ask!

a health policy paper has been published saying the name is officially updated to polyendocrine metabolic ovarian syndrome (PMOS)

polyendocrine= multiple endocrine factors

metabolic = affecting/affected by metabolism

ovarian = from the ovaries

essentially, instead of using the symptomatic term (many people with PMOS do not develop cysts) the new term widens the diagnostic area and makes it easier to diagnose, treat, and do research on people with PMOS (even atypical types, such as no cysts).

it may seem like a waste of time to change a name instead of focusing on research, but for a lot of medical professionals a name can be associated with a hard set collection of symptoms, so the name needs to change to acknowledge that the disorder is not well understood and has a broader, subtler, and often missed set of symptoms. for example ADD is considered an antiquated/unused term, and now comes under the ADHD umbrella. in healthcare names and terminology changes all the time, and this is a positive change. your local healthcare professional may not know about this unless theyre really up on the news though!

in case you want to read about the name change process that was published in the Lancet (one of the most impactful and well respected medical journals):

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Nanni īrub u lu’am īmuranni- Nanni came in and defiled he saw me,

Werâm uṣīd ina bēt ṭuppim- Melting copper in the tablet room,

Annûm amur; anaku erêku- Picture this, I was naked,

Maḫīr’ ēpuš ina bēt qātim- Doing trade in the closet.

Nadān šuāti naptâm ūtaššer, attadinši - The giving him a key I forgot about; I gifted her [the key],

Adi anāku ina Dilmun, naptâm ētezibšušši- While I was in Dilmun I bequeathed the key to him,

...

Ṭiṭṭū ana ubānī- The clay on my fingers,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Itamma īmurši- He swears he saw it,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Ṭuppū ana bēt maḫīrim- The tablets at the market,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Ḫālilum ana kārim- The spy by the harbor,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Werûm ša iṣṣūd- The copper that melted,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Siparrum ša izzūb- The bronze that dissolved,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Gubārū sarrūtim- The false ingots,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Šikarum lemnūtim- The unsatisfactory beer

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

...

Nanni īrub u lu’am īmuranni- Nanni came in and defiled he saw me,

Werâm uṣīd ina bēt ṭuppim- Melting copper in the tablet room,

Annûm amur; anaku erêku- Picture this, I was naked,

Maḫīr’ ēpuš ina bēt qātim- Doing trade in the closet.

Nadān šuāti naptâm ūtaššer, attadinši - The giving him a key I forgot about; I gifted her [the key],

Adi anāku ina Dilmun, naptâm ētezibšušši- While I was in Dilmun I bequeathed the key to him

...

Eleppum ēzibšu- The ship I left behind,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Našpārum eṣlāšu- The envoy I insulted,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Aššatum anīkši- The wife I fornicated with,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Rikbī ēzibšunūti- The crew I left behind,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Šūdadū pilpilânūtim!- The homosexual lovers,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Šunu karṣī zaprūtim- They are malicious lies,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Kamān qunnabim ēpi- The cannabis cakes I baked,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!

Nabalkattum edkēši- The mutiny I instigated,

Ula yâti- Wasn’t me!