The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there’s an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.
And by clueless I mean, she’s closeted/in denial as a result of growing up in a conservative household with a gay brother who was never fully accepted by her family. She repressed her bisexuality, but she can’t fully hide it. Just like her brother, everyone knows. She doesn’t simply passively accept a date with a woman while she’s drinking. She actively seeks one out. Even her mother would rather celebrate that Elliot’s actually dating a man than talk to her about her problems. And I almost didn’t include that lesbian coach/athlete fantasy because it’s questionable on like 12 levels, but she’s fantasizing about finding a man to turn her straight. That’s the kind of fantasy she needs to examine a little closer, one of many things she needs to examine a little closer.
Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity
sometimes a bug will clean its antenna or a bird will itch its feathers with its little feet or a kitty will blink its little eyes at you and then youll feel so overwhelmed with love for the world you cant even stand it
One time I was DMing a campaign where the players walked into that tavern every campaign has and one of the patrons was a Mindflayer wearing a very bad human disguise who insisted his name was Johnald Humanman. And they were just like “Oh, okay. Well, that’s his business” and didn’t interact with Johnald Humanman at all.
You know, I don’t think I’d ever be able to date a neurotypical person again. I need someone who can get as passionate about stuff as I can, loves giving and listening to special interest rants, and actually gets the quirks and challenges of being neurodivergent and welcomes it rather than just learning how to tolerate it.
My mom just said she thinks men are going crazy nowadays bc they have less gay sex now than they did in ancient times lool. She said she has a feeling it used to just be something guys did n moved on n now it’s a big deal for no reason. And I’m listening along like girl tumblr would love you
Remember that “three items from the store to make the cashier most uncomfortable” meme? Apparently I accidentally found a winning combo tonight at the corner store, one of the usual clerks shot me a really weird look when I was checking out with these
“ur just mad bc testosterone turned u into an ugly hairy bald fatty and not an anime twink”
i wonder why young impressionable trans ppl who want to go on t would be afraid of being hairy and bald and fat. i wonder if it’s maybe bc they’ve watched the queer community treat fat queer people in general, but particularly fat queer ppl who are hairy, bald, and/or not feminine, like absolute fucking shit. i wonder if it’s bc our society assigns morality to looks and fat hairy bald ppl get literally treated like predators simply because of the way they look. i wonder if it’s because they watched the rest of the queer community idolize and prioritize white thinness. i wonder if maybe, just maybe, there are deeply seated issues in the queer community that we might wanna address when they make themselves obvious instead of falling back on mocking individuals for the way they look.
do not tag this post or any of my posts “q slur.” if you don’t want the word queer on your blog, do not reblog from me. thanks.
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reblogging for the replies about ‘queer’
YEAH like it’s interesting that user tagged “q slur” but didn’t tag “fatphobia.” really shows what some ppl’s priorities are.
sorry i wasn’t Nice and Positive in my post abt ppl being shitty to me and ppl like me.
A code status is what you want the hospital to do if your heart or breathing stops, and we’ve got two basic options: full code which means we do EVERYTHING and Do Not Resuscitate or DNR which means we do less than everything. There’s like little add-ons like intubated or not intubated, or blood products or no blood products, but that’s basic gist of it. Do you want us to try everything we can to save your life or if your heart stops, is that it? And then we take that information and put it in your chart and make it very prominent in case we need to find it quickly in an emergency. Jane Doe, 72 years old, DNR. John Whatsisname, 49 years old, full code. Like that.
Anyway I’d like to propose a third code status that we’ll call “DNR!!!” This is when you not only don’t want heroic measures to extend your life, you are so excited to die. I thought of this recently when getting report on a patient, and the day nurse talking to me was like, “Alice Smith, 80 years old, DNR and she will tell you that herself.” And I was like, “I don’t think code status is gonna come up organically,” and the nurse was like, “It won’t, but she’ll tell you anyway.” And then I introduced myself to the patient, and like three minutes in as we’re talking about pain meds, she goes, “and by the way, when I’m dead, I’m DEAD. Don’t be bringing me back! Every woman in my family has lived past 90, and I’m here to break that tradition! NO one needs to live that long, and I certainly don’t, and frankly it’s indecent for me to have made it this far. God willing the reaper will come for me any day now. I would never take actions to make him come sooner, but I’m not moving that fast and he is DAWDLING. Disgusting. No work ethic these days. And don’t bother with a grave, just chuck me out the window and let the birds at me.”
And I’m like “so is that a no to the tylenol”
And she was like “oh no, I’d love some tylenol and a warm blanket too. Now look at me. I’ve done everything I could possibly want to do in this world and quite a few things I didn’t want to do, and personally I don’t think I should have to keep doing things. I’d also love a cranberry juice.”
Anyway. DNR!! I’m sorry to say she made it through the night completely unscathed.
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