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Current Obsession: Bucktommy (cursed copaganda has cursed me this is my fate now)
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“So... We got the exploding diarrhea. Here's my advice for anyone who doesn't have it yet:
It's going to take a minute for the government to pin down where this is coming from, and then issue a recall, because the FDA has been gutted. But, I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt : this is coming from Taylor Farms produce, and you will see them recalled.
You'll want to avoid all Taylor Farms produce in the grocery store. They supply McDonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut, about any fast food place you can think of.
Raspberries, watermelons, cilantro, and the veggies you're hearing about are not causing this many people to get sick. It's the shredded lettuce, specifically, that's the problem. But, you'll want to stay away from every type of produce this company puts out, because one strand of shredded lettuce is all it takes to contaminate bushels.
Taylor Farms is the source. Taco Bell proactively pulled their produce from their restaurants. You're going to see other fast food places doing this, and probably will see that before the government names a source. The FDA knows this, but they can't come out and tell us all until there's proof, which takes resources and research, which takes manpower, but the FDA has been cut by about 20-30%
During the Biden term, onions at McDonald's had ecoli. We knew this because DNA testing was done quickly and they were able to narrow it down to one place that caused the outbreak. And, it was traced back to Taylor Farms. This isn't going to be solved as quickly though.
When you get this, make a virtual appointment to your PCP - a "same day sick" appointment. Tell them someone in your family just tested for this and was positive and was prescribed Bactrim. If you go in person, they're probably going to make you poop in a cup and wait until results come back to prescribe.
You'll know when you get this. Trust me on all of this.
You'll want to stay hydrated because this parasite damages the lining of the small intestine. Your small intestine, in turn, secretes more water into the gut, and less nutrients and liquid are able to remain in the body. So no matter how much you shit, you're going to want to drink. A day of this leads to dehydration if you don't increase your fluid intake, and a few days will land you in the hospital.
If you have headaches, weakness, muscle cramps, dizziness, or an increase heart rate - hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Go to the ER for fluids if you can't drink enough.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Brought to you by America's 250 birthday celebrations, workforce reduction in the FDA and CDC, and viewers like you.
Please feel free to share this.
And, MAGA - don't blow up the comment section. I argued with y'all on COVID bc I was afraid y'all would die, but I really don't care if you get explosive diarrhea.
ive been trying to be careful about fact checking things lately, so i do want to add a disclaimer here that this is, and unfortunately is likely to remain for a while, just rumors. personally i think it's still a great idea to follow this advice, because the current cdc and fda are completely worthless right now and waiting for them to do their jobs is gonna be a bit. but i just wanna caution folks (not op) to be precise with their language lest we turn this into a useless game of telephone. do avoid taylor farms, but be aware you are doing it out of reasonable suspicion and caution, not from a place of clear evidence.
I spent the last four days on Bactrim. To be clear, we caught this very early. For me, this started with heavy fatigue, then a fever. I knew I was sick when I heard my stomach rumbling. What followed was Dreamcatcher Diarrhea. Watch the movie if you don't get the picture. My dog has been literally standing next to me, fearfully growling.
For the past four days, I've had this pattern of trying to sleep, waking up starving, forcing myself to eat something, going to the bathroom immediately, feeling immense thirst, drinking as much as I could, and then knocking out from exhaustion. I'm writing this at 4 am and at the point where I'm starving and will have to muster the will to eat here shortly.
For three days, I could only eat a Hawaiian Roll, every 12 hours or so. The pattern is slowing down - I was been able to sit up in bed, then watch Big Boy drive by my house. But, that's really the only sign of progress.
I'm realizing my post got pretty widespread as I'm coming out of this. That is sheer accident. I shared it with friends, then thought I should change my page into a content creator account, hoping locals would see it. I didn't boost it or aim for this audience. It's absolutely insane to me that my random post about diarrhea was spread as if I'm authoritative. This speaks to the sheer inadequacy of the federal government.
Last year, changes were made to the federal government's pathogen surveillance mechanism. The way cyclospora is traced changed. The CDC said that the active monitoring of the pathogen would instead be passively collected by the federal government based on health department reporting in, instead of active monitoring by FoodNet.
Just as there have been cuts to the federal agencies, federal funding to county health departments has been slashed. So now, we are experiencing what experts warned about: 1) inadequate comparison of state-by-state trends creating a rise in illnesses; and 2) slowed identification of illness slowing the response to an outbreak. That's where we are folks.
Ding, ding, ding! The experts were right.
Now, I am no expert on any of this. I see people sharing my post, I guess because the information tracks. The only expertise I have is how to research unknown topics. My career depends on my ability to do this. I'm an expert in no particular field, but I am especially qualified to pull information from different sources and communicate that in simple terms.
People have reached out to me to challenge parts of my first post. Honestly, most had really weird ideas. So, I asked them about the process by which they've drawn their conclusions, because arguments should be based on premise and reasoning. When you start to argue against conclusions, you're arguing against a logical fallacy called "bare assertion," where conclusions exist on their own with no real premise.
The person who explained their process and premises taught me something. I erred in considering some things, because I was focused on letting my friends know what I understand to be true. That's not the same as being true. I am in no way, shape, or form privy to information that isn't out there and available, and I'm not 100% sure it's coming from Taylor Farms, but if there was a betting line in Vegas, I'd cash out my savings, take mortgages out, and borrow against my 401k to place a bet.
It's also not good for me to encourage people to skirt the step of getting your stool sampled. Doing so could make the government underestimate the severity of the spread. I sure would not want a government that reduced the oversight of cyclospora and defunded our local health departments to be surprised by or underestimate the severity of this because of something I said. It would be awful for our government to underestimate this.
I was thinking about the risk of dehydration to my friends, especially after America just came off of a year long IV bag shortage. There was one major supplier and a factory got hit by a storm. 80% of healthcare providers saw rationing of basic fluid bags. There's going to be a lot of people who think their bodies can fight this, but there's a pretty strong likelihood that dehydration will come quicker than your body will naturally recover. Let's keep our fingers cross that there's no issues with the supply and demand of fluid bags during a diarrhea outbreak!
I collect information because I'm curious. If you're curious, go to local reddit pages: every area where there's an outbreak has a list of commenters naming the same items and restaurant chains. Plus, there's a company called Biofire that collects data from labs about what respiratory and gastrointestinal illnesses is tracked with a lot of information posted online. Someone went as far as to make a self-reporting website for the public. Crowdsourcing that amounts to the equivalent of facebook check-ins is yielding more information than you're seeing government agencies put out.
There's also a lot of information readily available about food distribution networks. As best I can tell, with the early outbreaks around New York and the boom around Detroit/Toledo, that points to something upstream going wrong, meaning two different processing plants (ie: one for bagged lettuce for supermarkets, the other for restaurant chains) receiving the lettuce with the parasite on it. If that turns out to be the case, conversations will be warranted about the food chain and how having different regulations state to state is a part of the problem.
Now, like I said, I'm getting DMed with weird ideas, from:
"IVERMECTIN WILL WORK, HAHA YOU MUST BE SLOW."
to
"Patriot Front- psy op paid for by your own tax dollars."
Like... am I really getting veiled threats from white supremacists about my hot take on diarrhea right now? Yes, I am.
We don't give enough credit to how far away left-field is, sometimes. I'm not engaging in that back and forth. If you don't like what I'm saying, ignore me and move on or share my post and tell all your facebook friends about why you disagree. I don't care.
The bottom line is this parasite is hard to catch up to, even with a functioning federal government. Onset of viral food poisoning comes quickly and people know what they ate, while this takes a week or two. Compounding that is the unfortunate state of the federal government.
So, be safe. Washing your lettuce is not enough: cook your produce. If you know your farmer, you know where your food came from. Generational farmers take pride in their produce and aren't using reclaimed water as much, and the government's lackadaisical approach is going to hurt them too, as people just stop buying produce all together because no clear messaging is coming out about this. If your local farmer isn't supplying fast food chains, you might be alright without altering your eating habits at all.
And once again, for the people in the back - Ivermectin is not effective. Ivermectin targets some parasitic worms. Cyclospora isn't a worm. It's a single-celled protozoan, so it doesn't work the same way. This protozoan needs Bactrim. Bactrim interferes with folate metabolism that the cyclospora need to survive.
I am so sorry, folks, that this government has screwed this up so bad that people are looking at me like I know something.
And, thank you for coming to my Fireside Chat. Toiletside Chat.
I'm sorry I couldn't make this shorter, but damn, the soap box got left on my doorstep. I did not wake up on Friday morning, hear "explosive diarrhea" and think "that bell, that's the bell that tolls for me!"
Now, like 2 million people have seen my first post, and the only thing they know about me is that I have explosive diarrhea.
“@washingtonpost washingtonpost Investigators have identified shredded iceberg lettuce supplied to Taco Bell restaurants by Taylor Farms as a potential source of contamination in the outbreak of a parasitic illness that has sickened thousands in the United States, according to two individuals familiar with the investigation.
This summer's outbreak of cyclosporiasis has been largely concentrated in southeastern Michigan, where more than 4,300 cases have been reported and at least 100 people have been hospitalized as of Thursday.
Taylor Farms describes itself as one of the leading global producers of salads and healthy fresh foods, with production facilities across the U.S., Canada, Mexico and Western Europe.
Cases have been identified in at least 34 states, and confirmed illnesses could continue to increase through the end of August, officials said.”
Here are some of the times Buck referred to his exes after their breakups.
Abby
"You are my ghost story, Abby. You are the amazing spirit that blew into my life, turned it upside down, and then vanished into the night. Being with you made me a better man, and for that I will always love you. Now it's time for me to figure out who I am without you." (2x07)
3x16:
"Yes, fine, sometimes I still think about Abby. But that isn't what this is about."
"Okay, so you don't think this business with Red is hitting a little close to home? A lonely hero firefighter who's pining for his lost love? I mean, that's ridiculous."
"You think I'm lonely?"
"I think that you tried dating a few times after Abby left."
"Which did not work out."
"So you just stop trying?"
Ali
3x01:
"I know I wasn't always the easiest person to be around."
"Oh, my God. Oh, really? No, you weren't that bad."
"You should-- ask my-- Ex-girlfriend, sorry."
"Hey, she just wasn't the right fit.You'll find someone new."
Taylor
6x01:
"My last two couches came with girlfriends."
"I think you mean your last two girlfriends came with couches. Taylor moved out, what, four months ago, Buck? You could have replaced
the couch by now."
"Uh, well, maybe I don't want to pick the wrong couch again."
Natalia
7x01:
"Why don't you invite Natalia go-karting? I'm sure she'd love it."
"We, uh, we broke up. I don't know why I thought it was such a great idea, dating a death doula."
"To be fair, you had just died."
"Yeah, well, that's all she ever wanted to talk about. Death, death, death. Got kind of boring, to be honest with you."
Tommy Kinard
8x07:
"You found a coping skill to deal with cravings. We do the same thing in recovery."
"Well, I-I don't feel anywhere near recovered. What I feel is a tractor beam pulling me towards my phone to see if he's texted me."
"I know that feeling. Stay strong, man."
"Oh, my God. H-He's bubbling me. Tommy is bubbling me right now, finally."
8x08:
"I almost called Tommy,so I baked every speck of flour I had in the house,and I'm still jonesing for it."
9x07:
"Yeah. [I am single] by choice."
"Tommy's choice."
"Thing is, I haven't felt something real with anyone since Tommy."
ooooh okay okay let’s borrow some Greek mythology and some Ladyhawke
Tommy drives the chariot that pulls the sun into the sky. He’s a demigod, maybe, and has been charged to this task by his distant, godly parent. He watches the world from afar, curious but never really apart of it. One day, he sees the most beautiful man he’s ever seen—a prince named Evan. They have a brief, passionate romance, but then one day Evan is hurt (in Apollo and Hyacinthus this was a jealous wind, but idk what it would translate to here, the equivalent of the engine bombing I guess ???). Tommy is devastated, and with Evan dying in his arms he goes to the gods to ask for mercy. His father is furious that Tommy fell in love with a human, but Tommy begs, says that he’ll do anything. So his father agrees to save prince Evan, but will do it in a way to punish Tommy. He saves Evan, but the injury is so severe he says all he can give him is a half-life. He can stay a human, in his rightful body, at night, but during the day he takes the form of a majestic stag. But Tommy rises and sets with the sun, so he can only see the buck, never the man.
Star-crossed lovers !!! (Either that’s the story and it’s a tragedy, or that’s where the story starts and the find a way to break the “curse”)
Evan was asleep against the window. The brim of his hat was turned to the side, so it didn't bump against the glass. Tommy did what he could to keep the drive as smooth as possible.
If someone had told him, back at the beginning, that Evan was a quiet guy, he wouldn't have believed it, but once all the nervous chatter was out of the way, Evan was. Looking back, Evan was nervous surprisingly often, filling every lull in conversation with something.
It was a stark contrast to now. Much of the hike, that they didn't call a hike, because it was much too short to count, had been quiet. They both pointed out views and birds and critters, but more than anything, they'd enjoyed the scenery with nothing but smiles on their faces. Even at the summit – with its grand view of the parking lot – they'd just smirked a little and taken a photo together.
It was comfortable, was the thing. Tommy didn't expect he'd find shared silence appealing, but he did when it was with Evan. Truthfully, he hadn't noticed when Evan fell asleep, because they hadn't been talking. They'd already made plans on the drive up. They were going back to Tommy's. His kitchen was already stocked, for the dinner they wanted to cook later.
Evan woke up at the sound of the parking brake. He snuffled a little and righted the brim of his cap.
The day hadn't turned out as warm as the forecast said, so the time they had alloted to showers, was spent on the couch.
”Do you get enough sleep?” Tommy asked into his hair.
Evan turned his head. ”What do you mean?”
”At night.”
”I do. Why?”
”You sleep a lot with me. Or rather, you sleep a lot around me.”
Evan looked into the middle distance. ”I guess I drift off here and there. Does it bother you?”
”I'd say concerned, not bothered. If you need the rest, I want you to have it.”
”I don't– I don't know if I need it, I'm just,” he blinked slowly, ”comfortable.”
Tommy couldn't make himself respond to that. It was too … too something. But the practicality was easy enough, ”You can ask for it. We can lie down together and nap, if you want.”
Evan got a complicated look on his face. ”I'm not really a napper. Not intentionally, anyway. Sometimes I sit still for too long and pass out.”
Instead of adding something unhelpful like I don't think you'd fall asleep, if you didn't need it, Tommy held him a little closer and snuck his fingers up under the edge of Evan's t-shirt sleeve. He could feel the tension in his shoulders, against the underside of his upper arm, so it didn't come as a surprise, when Evan got a little defensive.
Evan avoided looking him in the face, like he did when things got a little too vulnerable. ”I like your space. Your house, your truck.” He shrugged. ”I feel like I can breathe here.”
”You can't do that at home?”
”I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess I can't.” He shifted around, in a way that looked uncomfortable. ”It's just, I'm always sort of expecting company? Especially since Jee started liking people other than her parents.”
Tommy looked around his living room. It was messy, like it always was. He was used to living alone, and people rarely came over. He didn't have a lot of people to have over. He didn't tidy for the sake of guests. The second arm chair was always covered in laundry. Projects were littered all over the place. The dining table was always covered in something that needed fixing, and the only clear corner, was only big enough for one person to eat off of.
Evan had left a hoodie behind not that long ago, and it was in the exact place he left it, when he came to retrieve it, because Tommy didn't move it. Tommy didn't even notice it was there. It had been a long process to get to this point. To allow himself to take up space. Leaving tools on the coffee table didn't matter, because it was his, and it didn't bother him. He didn't mind pushing a screwdriver out of the way, to put his feet up. He didn't mind the laundry, because he didn't use the chair for anything else.
”If it's all the same to you, I'd like to move to the bed. Woke up with a crick in my neck.”
Evan smiled and called him an old man. He got up first and pulled Tommy up. They curled up in Tommy's bed, and Evan was out in minutes.
It took Tommy a little longer than that.
The hike wasn't long enough or hard enough for either of them to sleep that long, but Tommy felt a lot like an old man, when he woke up in a room bathed in afternoon sunlight. Next to him, Evan made a sleepy old man sound he felt in his soul.
Evan yawned, big and unselfconscious. When he saw Tommy was awake, he smiled softly and wiggled closer.
Evan had this look in his eyes sometimes. Youth was the only word Tommy could think of that came close. A naked honesty only children had. Before they grew old enough to understand that people lied sometimes. Evan wasn't naive, not by a long shot, but he'd managed to hold on to parts of himself, parts that hadn't survived in Tommy.
He had that look now. ”I feel safe with you.”
He didn't have to say it, Tommy already knew. Psychology wasn't his strong suit, but he knew what it felt like to think he was fine, only to suddenly be fine. To suddenly feel safe and realise how much he was aching with it before.
Why Evan felt that way with him, he didn't know. Why Tommy of all things, made Evan's body feel safe. He swallowed down the urge to push back. Whatever answer Evan came up with, Tommy wouldn't believe it, even though he wanted to.
Tommy wanted to believe he was good or special in some way, but the thing Evan saw in him, wasn't something he was doing on purpose. Tommy wasn't going out of his way to make Evan comfortable, or happy, or anything else. Whatever he was doing, he wasn't doing it for anyone's benefit, but his own. Even if Evan couldn't see that.
”I'm glad,” he said.
Evan smiled, pleased, and moved close enough for their noses to touch. ”You snore,” he said, like it was charming.
”So do you.”
Evan giggled. ”Probably worse than you, huh?”
”You got a deviated septum in there?”
Evan gaped. ”My septum is perfectly fine, thank you!”
”You sure?”
Evan tucked himself under Tommy's chin and said, ”I'll have you know I broke my nose once and the doctor said it healed really well.”
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They had been bickering like they always were. Buck was constantly cycling through food trends. The current one, was greek yoghurt with various different toppings, but it was a particular brand of greek yoghurt, one they didn't have at their usual store. Tommy was complaining about all the frozen foods on their list and how going to the other store would add at least thirty minutes, so they would have to get the frozen items at the other store, but Tommy didn't go to that store, so he would have to find replacements, which would add god knows how much extra time.
So, Tommy lost his temper and called Buck a princess for wanting the fancy yoghurt, and Buck's brain went offline for a good couple of seconds.
Buck was used to big boy and big guy and all these variations of big and strong – but princess? It was so out of left field, and yet. And yet.
In college, Buck dated a girl who got off on making him do the most depraved things she could think of, because he was such a nice looking boy. A pretty boy. Buck didn't really get it. She didn't ask for anything Buck considered wild. She was in the process of deconstructing, which Buck didn't know what meant at the time. He found out a few years later, and the whole thing made more sense, but he had gotten off on her calling him a good guy, with his head between her legs.
The princess thing wasn't that. For one, Tommy wasn't a college girl in the process of deconstructing her faith. No, Tommy meant it as an insult. A lighthearted one, but it set Buck's whole body on fire.
Buck wasn't easily embarrassed, but this? This curdled in his stomach upon impact. He backed down on the spot, and found the next best thing in the yoghurt aisle. He could tell Tommy felt bad, but he couldn't in good faith say it was OK. Buck had no idea what this reaction meant.
Tommy apologised while they packed the car and Buck said it was fine. Unfortunately, Buck had a fantastic boyfriend who could see straight through him, and knew something was up.
Buck waited until they were buckled in and ready to fight their way out of the parking lot.
”M-maybe I am a bit of a princess.”
Tommy's eyes were on him instantly. Buck could feel himself do that thing Tommy kept begging him to stop doing. The thing with the eyelashes and the big wet eyes.
Instead of telling him to put his eyes away, Tommy said, ”Oh.”
The last time Tommy said oh, Buck had to shower at home for a week. Again, this wasn't that, but when Buck's insulated lunchbox bag thing broke, Tommy somehow managed to find an adult sized replacement, in pink, with princess on the side.
It was a thing, but also not a thing, and certainly not something they talked about.
We're at the "JK Rowling is personally funding litigation to try and destroy AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL" stage of rabid UK terf brain.
Screenshot via Alejandra Caraballo @esqueer.net on bluesky
Tldr Amnesty International, global human rights organisation, published a report called 'A growing threat: the anti-rights movement in the UK'. In it is detailed, amongst others, a whole bunch of transphobic groups and organisations, including Beira's Place, JK Rowling's trans exclusionary sexual violence support service. JK Rowling threw a shit fit and got Amnesty to take the report down by threatening libel. This was obviously not enough, because you can't appease a fascist, so now she's going to bankroll a bunch of lawsuits anyway through the JK Rowling Women's Fund.*
You can read an archived version of the report here, please save it and share it.
*Not so friendly reminder there is no way to engage in the wizard books without enabling this shit.
Trying to find bucktommy content on twitter is like trying to navigate thru landmine-covered land as in i saw more posts from toxic Buddie Stans badmouthing bucktommy than actual bucktommy content and it breaks my fking heart.
Tommy's (terrible shithead asshole) father is dying. Something halfway between lingering filial duty and a morbid desire to check it actually happens has him travelling back to his hometown for the first time in more than a decade to Be There. Evan offers to go with him but a) they've only been back together for a month at this point and b) Evan has Theo to think about now and c) Tommy doesn't want Evan within a hundred miles of his father, even if the old bigot is on the way out. He's been halfway to passed out and still managed to say things that have eviscerated Tommy and left wounds that bled sluggishly for years after. There's just no way. But Tommy promises to call him.
The first night, Tommy sits out in the back yard and has Evan tell him about his day. It's a lifeline. Thirty minutes later, he feels like he can walk back into the house without losing his mind.
The second night, Tommy tells Evan about running into a woman he went to high school with when he went into town for groceries. Fucking weird, is his overall conclusion.
The third night, Tommy sits silently, listening to Evan breathe. It doesn't occur to him that Evan can do the same until he says, "Tommy, are you smoking?" It's insane. His dad is inside dying slowly of metastatic lung cancer, and Tommy's smoking a cigarette in the back yard. "Yeah," he says, stubbing out his Camel. "Sorry. I fucking hate it here. I've always hated it here."
The fourth night, Tommy calls him crying. He has no idea why he's crying. He hates - hated - the fucker. "He's gone," he manages. "It's over. I wish you were here." "Ten minutes," Evan says, over the sound of clinking keys. "W-what?" "Don't be mad," Evan says. "I'm at the Motel 6 down the road. Got in last night. I'll see you so, so soon, okay?" He stays on the phone with Tommy right until Tommy walks into his arms and comes home.
Maybe he's the pivot or the hinge or the fulcrum on which the lever of this delicate and beautiful life they've all made together turns.
Or maybe he's just himself. Does it matter?
Everyone left; Buck stayed. Years later a grudge is held, a secret is revealed, and a kid comes out.
my authorized sequel to @screamlet's the ship of theseus is done!
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