Eee!
Eee!
I feel like if I could have a nap like that, just once, it would fix so much that’s wrong with me.
Fair! I will be the first to admit that I know very little about the country with four countries in it.
“We need to confirm it’s you. Choose a verification method—“ BITCH WHAT DID YOU THINK THE PASSWORD WAS FOR
Prove, prove, PROVE you're not a robot
Folks gassing up literary fiction and looking down their noses at sci-fi and fantasy because the former is "grounded in real human experiences", then you look at your average piece of literary fiction and the author's notion of how the real world operates is AT LEAST as fantastical as Narnia.
Swear to God if I had a nickel for everyone I know (90% women but not always) who only got a diagnosis after three to forty years of reporting symptoms, I could pay off the house and retire.
Note that this *regulation* is for the UK but it's an absolutely reasonable expectation of a doctor in the US.
Also, "Please note in my chart that you declined to investigate this further despite my ongoing symptoms" isn't legally binding but HAS been known to put the fear of God into doctors.
If you attend the GP three or more times for the same issue, and your symptoms are not improving, or not all of them, or are getting worse, the GP should rethink, reconsider, and review your case. They should assess the original diagnosis, consider alternatives, ask for second opinions,
First of all, how dare you call me out like this.
I took a nap earlier which means I’m up late, and all three of the dogs have politely informed me that it’s been SO fun hanging out, really, but they’ve gotta bail because they’ve got work in the morning.
At least one of them, anyway 😂
I told him that as long as he stayed out of the bag he would get fries when he got home, but I didn’t think he would listen!
Not Dr. Doom though. He could do better.
A corgi sitting on a car seat, smiling, tongue out. On the floor of the car is a bag from Smithfield’s Chicken and Barbecue.
I’m still not sure how we made it home without him getting into the Smithfield’s bag. A minor miracle.
Boydog did not so much saunter vaguely downwards as run headlong after the angel with the spray cheese.
He is a little angel… OF DARKNESS
Vet: Oh, you’re so good and patient! You’re just a little angel!
Boydog: 😇
Me: 😮💨
I do so love malicious compliance.
really tired of conversations about how we need to get people to spend more time offline that don't acknowledge that one of the reasons people ARE online is their access needs aren't being met in physical spaces. This is especially true for queer people and disabled people.
Send Tâf to steal it, return it tomorrow.
This is a good analogy. Very useful in carefully controlled settings for specific usages, but unfortunately being widely inserted into everything and used without training or PPE and poisoning a lot of things and people and we’re going to pay a tonne of money to remove it safely in the future
A corgi lying on a blanket. He is completely unrepentant about trying to eat poop in the yard today.
(poop-eating jerk tax:)
If animals cared what we call them, a certain dog in my house might reconsider the activity that gets him called “you little poop-eating jerk,” loudly, several times a week.
I see what you did there.
Dammit, thank you, I can’t seem to come up with the right words lately.
Saying “Hey, thanks for making sure I got a good eyefull of whale penis the other night” does not go over well at the dinner table.
Because the subject of whale penises came up: I fondly recall the time my dad called me and told me to put on PBS because there was a nature show with whales fighting and it was so cool.
I turned on the TV just in time to hear “Having won, he is ready to mate,” and his, er, sea monster came out.
Every day I log on here and learn facts!