#a bitch (me) has celiac disease

[wounddread]

why did your former local ER team know you by name? o_ô

LMAO hi there is a lot wrong with me 🖤 i'm constantly in and out of hospitals bc of medical emergencies in a 2 week period between april and may alone i was in the er like 8 times

[cator99]

theres this cool Work Friend of mine who is 1 position above me in the job hierarchy and thus has more responsibilities but half the goons working here either don't realize that or don't like it because she's a 25 year old woman who isn't overly-accommodating or energetic in that way people expect young women to be like trying to appease people's egos etc but she's just very straightforward and monotone and behaves in the way most males in these positions do so people are always bitching about her correcting their work and giving directions (it's....her job.....)(contrast this with my housemate-coworker who cleans up after others and fixes their mistakes without pointing them out because shes afraid to offend them– shes being paid to point out mistakes so they dont happen again so this is just ridiculous– is always pitching up her voice and trying to awkwardly sweet-talk/grovel/plead with people instead of just saying "okay here's the plan" etc and guess what people still don't like her! Because her behavior is neurotic and grating)... anyways for a long time she's been telling me gluten free snacks to try, like this was the majority of our non-work-related interactions at first and it was multiple times every shift (seems like not a lot but she really keeps to herself) and then legit like 6 months into us being coworkers I thanked her for always recommending me new gluten free things since I tend to eat like the same 3 things every day, and she's like Yeah I had the same issues for a long time it's hard to branch out when most food will kill you I didnt know what to do when I was first diagnosed... and I'm like...??? You have celiac disease too? Yeah she forgot to mention that at all. Just started walking up to me with food like "eat this" and forgot to mention this factor. Anyways I've always had a lot of respect for her and I think she's very cool and I like that despite us not being close because she's really closed off, she's always been very comfortable being critical of me because while other people take offense in response to her approach to socializing being stating facts (often seems rude) + naturally blunted affect, I like to play along... I also think it actually indicates a deeper kindness and consideration... it's very flattering... also feels more Real... I brought up my secret plan for next month and she immediately brought up the logistical issues with it (stating Facts) which led to a discussion around my immediate plans for dealing with these issues, and so on and so forth...... I like it and make me want to be her friend... I've spent too much of my life as an unrestrained Yes Man type and over time realized that I actually much prefer to be surrounded by "No" types. It brings balance to both our worlds. I'm much more of a Maybe Man now (with a strong leaning towards "No". I'd say I "make exceptions" for all of about 2 friend but its more accurate to say that my input is somewhat redundant. The secret to successful Yes Man-ing is to find a productive place for it and keep it there). Anyways ok I also don't want her to feel overwhelmed by my eagerness so even though she was the one who tapped me on the shoulder when she saw me at the train station after work and we walked through the station chatting, when I saw her holding her earbuds on the platform as the train pulled up I said Alright hope you enjoy your ride home :) and then went and sat on the far end of the train (and closed my eyes)... is that weird? I let women take the lead always. one time I told her I was going on break and she followed me outside literally dead silent and then told me to go to the dollar store with her to buy chapstick and then sat next to me while I ate and was mostly just quiet even when I asked things and talked. She seemed a little down so I talked about good and nice things. Okay the thing is I think her autistic traits would be more obvious to others if she wasn't so beautiful... many such cases......... do you think she want be my friend yes or no

[latestparis-style]

My sister and I made French toast from a recipe in a fanfiction. And we took a lot of pictures.

Welcome to the LatestParis_Kitchen.

For the last year or so, my sister and I have made a fun hobby of reading the most bizarre Phantom of the Opera fanfictions we can find. Out loud, tossing the phone back and forth to each other by chapter. Neither of us read it beforehand, and it's a 10/10 experience.

There's a POTO fanfic on Wattpad by the name "Angel In Hell". It's by user: momenttodebruh. Read the fic. It's the epitome of the perfect, unhinged Y/n fic. With loads of iconic lines. My sister and I quote this fic like it's a popular TV show. Seriously, it got to the point where my mother repeated one of lines because we said it so often. This fic is (intentionally or not) hilarious and a masterpiece.

In the fic, the protagonist, a Y/N my sister and I dubbed "Bitch", makes her "famous French toast™" to impress the manager into hiring her as a chef at the opera house.

The best part?

The recipe is followable with exact quantities given.

Here are screenshots from the fic:

I refined it to this recipe:

You know, just in case you're a freak who wants to try this.

My sister, Beth, and I have joked about "Bitch's famous French toast™" every time we make regular French toast, and today is the day we decide if her recipe would make us hire her.

Beth can make a mean French toast, so let's see how Bitch's famous recipe measures up.

Here's all the ingredients. We are following this shit as closely as possible, so no half batch. 6 eggs and all.

We thought we would only need four slices of bread. God were we mistaken.

Just as a side note, Beth and I were doing this while our parents were out to dinner, so we're on a time crunch. Sorry for any blurriness in the photos!

Here's the 6 eggs. This is the least gross looking photo I managed to take. Also, Beth is method acting, look at the Victorian lace on those sleeves.

MAY I PRESENT THE TEASPOON OF THE ONLY SEASONING! CINNAMON Y'ALL!

We added the vanilla extract here too, but I believe it didn't change much.

Okay, so we used our four slices only to discover that there was half the batter left. Beth suggested we make it to freeze. She has much more hope in Bitch's Famous French Toast than I do, but I agreed. We were drenching these slices, so maybe you could get more out of this recipe.

haha, this is where shit hits the fan, or egg hits the pan? Anyway, the house started to get a little smoky. Our house has smoke detectors connected to the alarm system, so if they go off, the firetrucks are coming. We burnt about half the French toast, so I took the smoke detectors off the walls. Then the alarm started... beeping? It wasn't blaring, thank God, but I'd never heard it beep before, so Beth opened all the windows to air out the house, and I had to awkwardly call my dad like: "heh, we made French toast, so if you get a call, don't let the fire trucks come. oops."

Only after that did I realize that the alarm was beeping because I took the smoke detectors off the walls.

So I put those back on.

We were simultaneously laughing our asses off while flipping out about the possibility of firefighters coming to our house because of a fanfic. It was fun. Certainly intensified this experience.

And in the end we had...

A strangely eggy, flavorless stack of "Bitch's Famous French Toast"

Some of them were very burnt, but that's down to Beth and me. Y/N doesn't hold any blame.

Look at all that toast (eight fucking slices) and keep in mind that Firmin canonically eats the entire stack. And, AND! It was so good, in the next chapter, he call for it to be served to the whole opera house.

Beth quote: "It really just tasted like eggs. The cinnamon didn't do much, but because the egg soaked into the bread so much, it had this strange, bizarre custardy quality?"

Her rating: 4/10

I, as a person with celiac disease, had to make it on gluten-free bread. It's worse that way: 3/10

After eating, uh, some of the French toast and freezing the rest for a moment of hungry desperation, we sat on the couch to collect ourselves. I started typing up this post, when our upstairs TV miraculously turns on (it turns on with any change in the room's lights, and it's extremely annoying).

What is it playing?

KITCHEN FUCKING NIGHTMARES

Which, in fairness, we had been watching earlier. Gordon Ramsay was speaking to our souls while we sat on that couch.

Side note, please don't take this as us hating on this fic. It was our single biggest inspiration while writing "A Girl's Desire" and we genuinely adore it for all it's worth.

If the author sees this, I will be starstruck.

[grahamkennedy]

kendall & stewy for the character thing!

Kendall:

1: sexuality headcanon: bi as fuck, but very much in denial

2: otp: we all know it's Kenstew ❤️

3: brotp: him and Roman. Literally brotp, since they're brothers.

4: notp: nothing really unless it's like, idk, you're shipping Roycest. Don't do that.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: he's been to several different psychiatrists and changes every time they diagnose him with bipolar

6: favorite line from this character: the classic "don't get it twisted, I've been through hell, but since I stan dad I'm alive and well"

7: one way in which I relate to this character: we are both bipolar as fuck.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: everything about him, but definitely the way he talks to Lisa. Your misogynoir is so very potent, Ken.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic fave, obviously!

Stewy:

1: sexuality headcanon: on the gay side of bi

2: otp: Kenstew!

3: brotp: I wanna think him and Lawrence have bitched about Kendall together multiple times.

4: notp: don't really have any for him

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: he has celiac disease but doesn't do anything about it because he really loves bread

6: favorite line from this character: "if you did have something going on, you know, like, deal-wise, it's kinda, like, dead in the water now, right? Like some of the women that went on those cruises." I saw a tweet that was like I bet he rehearsed that line in the mirror and I'm like oh yeah definitely.

7: one way in which I relate to this character: I too enjoy doing cocaine in bathrooms. I've done it less times than he has (only once), but it's fun and I wanna do it again.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: like all of his interactions with Sandi and Sandy in s3. He does NOT wanna be there.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic fave, obviously!

Tyyyyy for the ask, Caden! I am always ready to talk about my boys!

[bitchpleasebitchthankyou]

Miss Manners on: Turning Down Treats

Q: A few years ago, I developed a gluten intolerance. While I am blessed that it isn’t full-blown celiac disease, I am unable to eat many everyday treats, such as the free donuts in the break room at work. My co-workers have no issue with my not eating a donut; not only do I work with lovely people, but it is a small office and everyone knows of my predicament. But when I’m out and about, I can run into issues. I was at the library and was offered a cupcake -- it was a librarian’s birthday, and she had received a whole box of them. I told her "Thank you, but no thank you." Likely assuming I had demurred out of politeness, she very kindly insisted. I didn’t quite know what to say, but when I mentioned being unable to eat the cupcakes, she seemed to deflate a little. It was obvious she hadn’t meant to be rude, even if no offense was taken, and it made me feel bad in turn. Do you have any advice for what I should say the next time I encounter someone trying to be nice by innocently offering me a snack? I can deal with the rude people who say things like, “It’s not that big of a deal! Everyone has an allergy these days.” But I find myself at a loss when it comes to those who mean well and have nothing but kindness in their hearts.

Miss Manners says: Meaning well is offering you a cupcake. Meaning well is not, however, using emotional blackmail to make you eat something you have politely declined. The social weaponizing of food is a modern concept that has created no end of trouble. If people would stop monitoring what others are eating or not eating, the world would go around a lot faster. Miss Manners assures you that in such a situation, you need only keep repeating “No, thank you” until either the food bully is discouraged, or the cupcake has aged so much as to be unsuitable for consumption.

Your Head Bitch says: As someone with an allergy that also means I often have to turn down delicious looking treats, your Head Bitch understand you. What I don't understand is your insistence on living in the gray area in a way that is not helpful in this moment -- sure, it's not really any of their business that you can't eat whatever that is, but that makes it clearer to them why you're declining and softens the blow, in my mind. I always assume everyone is offering me everything out of kindness, so I usually go with something like 'That's so kind of you, thank you! Unfortunately, I have an allergy, but thank you for thinking of me! Happy birthday!' I don't think there is any more polite way to decline softly than that. But I think it's best to lead with the allergy/intolerance, otherwise people will assume you're just being polite and push a little harder rather than giving it the seriousness you need in this case. Sometimes people will still apologize after this response, and my usual go to then is to say, 'Oh, it's not you - I wish my body would apologize to me, that looks delicious!' with a laugh to keep it light.

We all know 'no, thank you' is a complete sentence and you don't owe anyone an explanation, but sometimes it can be useful.

[iti-iskuna]

*door creaking open* hey...hi...how y'all doin'.......

so you might have noticed i am writing fic again! i am! not only do i have so much more time now that i have finished my master's degree (!!), but it also turns out that my awful chronic fatigue that was keeping me from writing was due to undiagnosed celiac disease this entire time, and now that i am gluten-free my brain is actually braining again! amazing the things you can do when you're not poisoning your body with bread!

anyways idk if anyone from the jatp fandom follows me still, but yes even though it's been 2.5 years, i do plan on finishing freakin' out on the interstate. i will not make any promises about when that will happen, but it is a goal of mine to finish it. the entire thing was plotted out when i started it and the scrivener file is somewhere in my folders, so rest assured i'm not just blindly making shit up as i go. and for those of you who submitted prompts to me a long ass time ago, i have not forgotten you either! i will eventually get to them, even if it's years late. thank you for being patient with me, life has been life-ing and shenanigans have been shenanigan-ing, and if anything i'm just happy to be writing again.

i'll make a more concise, coherent post about fic stuff and link it to my pinned post later, but i just wanted to come on here and say 1) hello 2) i love you 3) a bitch ain't done yet!!

see y'all soon

xoxo, mo

[dxsturbia]

I’m not over it yet

Because it is literally the most disrespectful thing I’ve ever seen you do

Trust me I have seen you pulled a lot of shit Demetria

You let the song leak why is it even still on your hard drive

This ain’t no safe house sawmy ship a wreck and now you wanna dip out bitch he has done this with you three times

And you cost him every time you cost him money

It was all good back when we were working for the big mouse I’m sorry what was good the desecration of your body while on tour with three preachers kids

Or Nick Jonas playing monkey in the middle because you can’t talk to Joe because you’re on drugs and he broke up with you

We were best friends family and everything between I never thought you’d be the enemy

And with her wine stained lips She’s nothing but trouble cold to the touch but she’s warm as the devil gave her my heart but she wanted by soul she takes till a break and I can’t get more

Did you even take a minute to think about what you put them through it was their career too

 Was the end to a falling out you abused their trust

And I don’t trust you anymore either

And then you going to say that you don’t know that dietary restrictions are labeled for celiac disease diabetes yes you do you You’re loaded and you’ve lost touch

[illicitjoy]

having a favorite person is hard.

dealing with bpd in my life has been difficult for me with the random mood swings, attachments and setting up “tests” for your loved ones, and then realizing what you did, and don’t get me started on the compulsive lying.

i didn’t think i had a favorite person. i was equally attached to everyone. i have finally “gotten over” my favorite person from middle school and high school, and i can never explain why he was my favorite person. my best guess was he gave me all the attention five year old me could ever want.

i was a glass child growing up, which is inevitable when you have a sibling with special needs and a blended family where you only see your step siblings a handful of times. when they were home, it was all about them. and i understood that as a child, but sometimes i just wanted to be held and told that everything would be okay in the world.

but in middle school, something switched in me, and all hell broke loose. i have a whole cookie jar (that’s what i call my problems, kinda makes me giggle) i have bipolar disorder, bpd, cpstd, chronic anxiety, intrusive ocd and failure to thrive depression. and that’s only my mental crap. i have diabetes and celiac’s disease and that’s another fun story.

in middle school was when the manic episodes decided to flick to 4WD and hit petal to the fucking medal. i was drinking and getting high anytime i could. skipping class. getting arrested. screaming at my mom. never sleeping. failing all my classes. and meeting my first boyfriend. my favorite person.

he was everything you could ever want in a perfect boyfriend. obsessive, jealous, way to high of a sex drive for a fucking middle school child. oh, and also abusive, a biastophilla (tw rape if you look it up), and would spam your phone with death threats, or suicide threats. would follow you home, break into said home, and you know, do things that a biastophilla would do. a girls dream.

and now your thinking, “girl, why would you do that to yourself?” i’ll tell you a few reasons. 1. i was manic 86% and i loved self sabotage. 2. your girl loves some good ass obsessive attention. 3. i felt like i couldn’t be alone. this was one of the lowest points of my life, and i just wanted someone to love me, and i that’s how i thought i deserved to be loved.

this went on and kinda off (he never really left me alone) for FOUR YEARS, and even a little after that. i would be terrified, block him, hide from him, have my friends protect me if he came charging. but sometimes i would get a little less sleep than usual and i would go manic, unblock him, text him something like “you grown yet?” and it was start all over again. it was a painful vicious cycle, but that’s what i deserved in my mind.

i felt like an absolute bitch when i told my girlfriend that she was not my favorite person, and she told me that she would never want to be my favorite person. that it was too obsessive and jealous, and could sometimes be scary. immediately i felt like the biggest red flag in history.

i have a friend right now that’s really struggling, and the way my girlfriend talks about them, hits a trigger. saying, “she lives six minutes away from work. how is she always late? i understand that she can’t get herself out of bed but at least get up enough to get dressed and work on time.” and “she wouldn’t be in this position if she wasn’t dating xxxx.” and i understand. i deeply and truly understand where my friend is in their life. and how hard that is. and it makes me overthink, “what if this is what she thinks of me?” “what if she thinks i’m over dramatic.” “what if she thinks i should just deal and get over it.” and it hurts me, and makes me hurt for my friend.

now you’re probably thinking “hun, who’s your new favorite person.” buckle in darlin. my favorite person is my best friend, and when i tell you i’m obsessed, it’s a fucking problem. she could tell me, “i’m in love with you, marry me.” damn looks like we’re going to the chapel, let’s go. “quit your job.” i walked out babe, what we doing now? “come to me.” bitch i don’t know how to drive but i’m flooring it in a car that i stole. now, part of it could definitely be that i need more sleep and to up my meds, but you can’t really medicate this away.

if she’s upset, boom i’m upset. she depressed, damn looks like we dying together. won’t text me back? she hates me, i should kill myself. this is the problem with favorite people. i also don’t have my own personality. she likes dark hair, i’m dying my hair. she’s a country aesthetic? yehaw mother fucker.

just know if someone you love has a favorite person, just try and be supportive because they will cut you out of their life so fast if you don’t approve. you can try talking to them, and maybe getting them some help, but just be patient. and if you can’t handle it explain it nicely. they are in a vulnerable state. their fight or flight will be triggered.

bpd is one of the hardest conditions to live with. you’re constantly fighting with yourself. you hurt. it’s so mentally and physically draining. just be patient. maybe get them a therapist, and breathe. everything will be okay, and if it’s not, you are allowed to get yourself out of a scary situation.

it’s about the other people around the person with bpd too. it’s hard to be with or be around someone with bpd, just try talking and expect an outburst. they’re just a five years old that’s terrified and wants someone to love them.

i am five years old, scared and just want to be loved. i want to be told that everything will be okay in the world, and just to breathe.

[bleutectic]

today a client literally told me to work/try harder

as i was checking to see if a product contained gluten

choke on your fucking gluten bitch im so fucking done with you

[t-h-i-n-g]

Can I please request an I was made for lovin’ you :)

i hope this is enough to work with!! im a capricorn sun and a ravenclaw and my pronouns are she/they!! im bisexual with a woman/feminine presenting pref and im half puerto rican half white!! im 5'0" and i have pale skin with freckles. I have shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair with an undercut and dark brown eyes. i also really want to deck out my ears with piercings one day.!!! i can play clarinet and am trying to play the ukulele. I like cooking, but i also really like food in general, im down for almost anything as long as i can eat it ( i have celiac disease) I have an obsession with lizzo ( along with bad bunny, steflon don, and ajr) i love writing it’s my favorite thing ever!! ive got notebooks upon notebooks of writing. ive played soccer since i was 4 but I also enjoy martial arts a lot. in my free time i normally draw, read, workout, or attempt to ride a skateboard!! i also have one dog whose name is bear!! I can literally never not be anxious, its like its built into my system lmao. im fairly laid back, but i get really tense around people i don't known well. im also known to have a resting bitch face, so a lot of people think im scarier or tougher than i actually am. I really enjoy laughing at stuff, and i like to think that im pretty funny. Im also smart, but i always have to work a little but harder to understand stuff, specifically in math, which makes me a little frustrated. i have pretty bad insecurities about my body, but most of the time i pretend they don't exist lmao. i do really enjoy fashion, and i could spend hours trying on clothes. im empathetic, and i tend to mold to whoever im talking to at the moment. there are few people i can be myself around.. i try not to get to attached to people i might date, but deep down inside i am the worst hopeless romantic the world has ever seen. sorry if this is too long and tysm!! <33

If you could ship me with someone from either avatar the Last Airbender, twilight, percy jackson, marvel, or Harry Potter that would be great!

Congrats on 150 followers, u deserve it! <3

Ello Ello!! Ty for requesting! The more information the better of an idea of you to ship you with so it's completely fine :))

I ship you with Hermione Granger! I could see you definitely part of the golden trio. And as like the civil mind of the chaotic group. It may have took some coaxing but they got you to warm up to them. Yours and Moine's relationship would be a slow start. Maybe sometime around year 3 or 4 at Hogwarts did you finally start eyeing each other. With little glances to each other throughout the day. wich then sprouted into one on one time without the boys. Starting with little study dates and branching out to meeting each other in the mornings and evenings. She's very observant and could sense the obvious connection to one another but would wait until you felt ready enough to act on it. But at the same time put a slight pressure on you with it. Just brushing her hand against yours or even holding it at times. As well as complimenting your outfits whenever you weren't in your school robes. And showing she's paid attention to your interests. Asking if she can see some of your writing, giving affirmations on how well your grades are doin and and offeringl help if you needed it, and attempting to bring your nerves down when you get a little too anxious. When you do become official, her and you find comfort in each other. Wether it be ranting or expressing your insecurities. She's always there for you. Making sure youre alright and seeing if your taking care of yourself. Hermione was glad you fell for her. Even if you drifted away at first, she's so so great full you came back to her.

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AND TY TY

[allfather-we-stan]

A little life update "summer 22 with no solid poo"

for anyone who cares lol

as some of you may have seen from my other social medias and here, my health has gone to pretty downhill and I want to share my story and explain bc idk

And for not to scare anyone, no its im not deadly ill. Im prob gonna be just fine.

gross warning i talk about poop

So umm this all started at the end of may- start of june when i started having diarreah. no biggie, i get anxiety diarreah like once a week so i didnt think much of it at the time. Only took me like few more weeks for straight diarreah to realize that something may be wrong lol. So i joked about it and let it be. I call this summer "Summer 22 with no solid poo" and wanted to wait till august to go to doctor. Then i got covid. So i had to wait that out before going to the hospital.

And finally the day I got to go to the doctor and everything was fine, i was supposed to get blood work tested and maybe poop in a container and the doctor thought that it might be celiac-disease bc that runs in my family. But i got fever straight as i got home. I didn't feel so good. The fever continued for a couple of days and then we decided its time to go to ER.

We went there, got bloodwork done etc. Waited there like 6 hours and finallly at 9pm the doctor had time to see me and turns out my inflammatory values were super high and that theyd like me to stay at the hospital for a while. So i stayed at the hospital for 7 days.

In those 7 days they took so much bloodwork from me it was insane! (and fun fact, turns out my veins are shit and no one can find a good spot to draw blood or put an IV tube in). For a couple of days, no answers. They had no idea whats wrong with me. My fever rise and they gave me antibiotics and other meds. Went to the ultrasound and nothing. And then, they had to give me a observation aka "put a little camera up my ass".

But bc i live in a small city theres like one doctor who does that and his schedule was full. So I had long long days waiting for my appointment. And they got me on friday.

But before we get to the camera up my ass part. Hell was loose. They had to "clean" my bowels. And they told me, and I QOUTE "It's either 1: drink two cups of this cocktail that tastes like orange juice or 2: drink 3 litres of water". Obv i took the orange juice! It cant be that bad! WRONG! JESUS CHRIST I WAS WRONG.

As soon as i drank the bad tasting orange drink, i felt like throwing up. Then the pain came. Oh god the pain. It was like level 10 menstrual cramp kind of pain. I was literally crying and screaming bc it hurt so bad. Only thing that helped at the moment was to stay still but i couldnt do that bc i had to shit out the cocktail like every 5 minutes. Many times i thought to just shit my pants on the bed and not let that be my problem. I was in so much pain I was in panic mode. And the worst thing was, no one warned me. They didn't even mention that it might hurt with some people. I don't remember all bc panic lol but i remember this one bitch ass nurse going "Duh its gonna hurt it has big chemicals in it! Even gas can hurt inside bowels". I would have punched her if I wasnt shitting at the time. Then the nurses took their sweet time to get me painkillers and nausea meds. But I couldnt take those bc i felt like throwing up. And then I remember a doctor came. He was nice and explained to me that it hurts bc the orange juice made my bowels like spasm to clean it. I was like "lol thanks for warning me beforehand". Some time goes, they give me that yummy tranquilizer trough IV and I'm high asf. It still hurt but atleast i was high. Then came the cup number 2! I tried to drink it, immeadetly i threw it up like no way that stayed down. And again, panic bc idk what happens next. Do i need to do this all again? Is my bowel clean? Am i gonna be okay? And then i passed out and slept trough the night.

And at this point, on a serious point. WHY THE FUCK IS TELLING PATIENCE THAT THIS THING X IS GONNA HURT SO FUCKING TABOO??? Like i get it, you dont want to scare people but a little heads up would be better than nothing! I just wish someone had told me.

Okay, morning comes, its friday, camera about to go up my ass. they give me nice tranquilizer again, YUMMY. Im high again. they roll me to the operation room, and the nice nurses and a doctor explains whats gonna happen. ( I knew this was gonna hurt beforehand bc they gave me the tranquilizer and figures). At this point they tell me that going up my ass is the hardest part and hurts but after that its easier. Im like okay i can do this, im high and im a big boy! So there i was, laying on my side, doctor rips hole in my underwear to put the camera up my ass. And there it goes, felt weird. Then this stinging pain comes and i curse. Nice nurse lady notices and presses against my tummy and the pain gets easier. They tell me to take a deep breath everytime the pain eases. I do. I'm breathing so good baby you wouldnt believe ( still fucking high). And that thing happens over and over again for like, maybe 3-4 minutes but felt much longer. Sometimes the pain was larger but the nice nurse always pressed my tummy and i, kind of, farted the pain out? It's weird but you get it. Then i hear the words of heaven "We are there"! THE WORST IS BEHIND. I'm happy! I turn around, look at the screen where i can somehow see ( didnt have my glasses) the inside of my bowel part. And i said "ew" and turned my head back. I dont wanna see that. it was pink. Then the doctor spoke something doctorly that i didnt understand. They spend a minute inside my ass doing... doctor stuff and then they took the camera out. It didnt hurt just felt weird, like taking a weirdly shaped long shit. And then they were like "lol we done! We gonna take these samples to the lab asap!" And I was like "you took samples?". THEY TOOK PIECES OF THE INSIDE OF MY ASS WTF.

okay its done, im still high and after couple of hours, they let me go home. I'm happy. I'm feeling good. Life was good. Untill the next morning.

I felt bad again, I threw up at night and I had a mild fever. We call the ER to ask what we do. They tell me that i havent drank enough liquids. So for the next two days I drank so much water you wont believe but i still felt bad and had a fever. So off to ER again!

We went there, they were like lol again bloodwork. At this point im sure i have no blood left. Then we waited and waited and they take some more blood and wait again. Results come back. My inflammatory values were high again. They again want me to stay at the hospital overnight. Hospital booked full. I wait. And finally its time. They take me to a 2 person room, as a 3rd guy. Like it was so cramped and I didnt even have the emergency button. Everything is overwhelming. It smelled like shit. I cried. it was a horrible experience and i can go all night about how shit it was but ill skip it at this point.

So i spend like two nights at the hospital, and they finally have the results in about the pieces of my ass they took. they dont know what it is. THEY HAVE NO CLUE. But atleast they got me meds that work and i dont have a fever anymore. But its like 5 different meds. They make me nauseous and tired. So its not going that well now but atleast im in a good shape to be at home rn.

Im still waiting for more results and follow-up things at the hospital. I'll update as I get to those. Thanks for reading, feel free to ask any questions and stay healthy lmao.

[frogsandcookies]

My Thoughts on Lego DC Batman Family Matters

-Disclaimer: I watched this on clips on YouTube so if things are out of order, oh well- 

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-“Damian? Are you done with your math homework???” Bruce is actually acting like a normal dad

-DAMIAN’S SMILING AND ACTING LIKE A NORMAL KID (or as normal as you can be after everything he’s been through) BASICALLY HE’S HAPPY :D

-Oh my god he used the classic phrase of “When am I ever going to use ___ in the real world” I love it

-We get wholesome interactions between Bruce and Damian

-I half expected Damian to call Tim something along the lines of “Asshole” or “Bitch” 

-I just want to comment on how short Damian is 

-“ImPoSsIbLe”

-“In fact, I wanted to ask you to change my name to Dangerlad”

-Damian is acting like Dick from the Lego Batman movie (and it’s amazing)

-“Cross contamination is nothing to laugh about” As a person with celiac disease, I completely agree

-Ace’s chew toy is Superman

-“Next subject” Ah, back to avoidance

-Barbara just ignoring Dick and going straight to talking to Bruce XD

-The reason for this XD

-Catherine is awesome

-And at this point I realized why Damian sounds so familiar: He’s voiced by the same person who voices Robin on TTG

-Robin sneaking out to go meet them lol

-Barbara and Dick’s interactions XD

-“Oooh burn”

-Jason’s villain-ensue clapping

-I just noticed Dick’s hair. …I don’t know what to say

-I feel like if this wasn’t a PG movie, Jason would have said “Not shit, sherlock” when he’s talking to Damian

-ThE tRuSt FuNds (aka Dick worry about the trust funds) 

-Killer croc looks like the hulk with scales

-The way Catherine just beats Killer Croc’s sexist butt is amazing ; we Stan

-Jason’s kinda acting like a bitch ngl

-Dick and Damian interactions! :D

-Dick’s telling an old man story (ie. “Back in my day…)

-Damian just falls off a train XD

-“Something fishy’s going on for sure” A fish with TNT proceeds to be thrown at the two

-The Riddler’s voice is snakey

-Dick: *fails at telling a joke* | Damian: *disappointed sigh*

-The penguins have no eyes???? What the???

-THE TEN YEAR OLD IS DRIVING A CAR *proceeds to crash into a train*

-Jason proceeds to crawl out of the shadows in a totally not creepy way

-*sees graphling hook* Mabel Pines?

-Jason sounds a bit like Bill Cipher (voice-wise)

-“Not bad old man” -Jason to Dick

-Is that Haly’s circus???

-Gotham citizens are so neutralized to seeing the villains and bats running around that instead of running away, they just take photos lmao

-We Stan protective Dick 

-Don’t fuck with Alfred

-The license plate reads “yeahboi1”

-Billy Batson :D he sounds vaguely like Steven from SU *looks it up* HE’S VOICED BY THE SAME PERSON

-The mirroring of the movie fighting

-*Ominous bat shadow* *pan to see Bruce holding out his cape*

-“Or should I say…Jason Todd” *shocked Pikachu face reaction from everyone else* 

-How does Jason not have hat hair

-“I thought you were dead!” “You said I was dead?!”

-Obligatory Talia mention

-But they met at a train station?

-IT WAS HALY’S

-I love that Jason and Bruce met because Jason stole the wheels of the bat mobile 

-“You stole the wheels of the bat mobile? Oh dude that is so cool!” “Yeah, he was not happy” Damian and Jason friendly interaction :D

-I love the shared exasperation at Bruce

-Dramatic “he’s betrayed us. Again” from Damian who didn’t even know of Jason’s existence until several hours ago

-Two Faces’s suit is nasty looking

-“Fortune favors the bold” -Pliny the Elder right before the eruption of Mount Vesuvius and now Two Face (the only reason I know the former is because of puppet history)

-The How To videos will one day take over the world

-“Truth, justice, and the destruction of Batman”

-“He’s a narcissistic jerk who has no regard for his family’s legacy or his own responsibility to Gotham” Not wrong kinda

-Damian and Barbara team up!

-Damian and Barbara falling out of the sky

-Damian being productive while the three adults fight 

-Dick: *weird rocket noises* | Barbara: “My insensitive boyfriend, everyone”

-“Listen to my gruff voice and be intimidated” 

-Two Face just eating Bruce out of the building

-Jason kinda reminds me from Michael from BMC b/c of the scene where he says “This is just like my favorite video game” as he shoots cyborg things

-Jason celebrating beating his video game and being happy and not angsty for once :D

-“…chum” “I looked up chum by the way. It means fish cut up into shark bait.” XD

-EXPLOSION

-I like the parachutes

-Meetings are boring to be fair though

-Jason’s internal voice: “ya’ done fucked up Batman”

-Ace literally says “Bark”

End thoughts: So Damian’s obviously not in character too much but I like seeing him as a genuinely happy child so I don’t really care. It was also fun seeing Jason happy and the squabble between Dick and Barbara was amusing since it seems kinda accurate. I don’t know much about Catherine but she’s awesome in this movie (though she and Barbara look almost identical). Overall it was pretty good and an enjoyable experience :D Though I wish Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke were in it. I can only imagine the heightened chaos 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #315

“can’t breathe to scream  /  suffocating in this dream  /  long way down”

Who was your first big crush? I would probably say this guy in high school named Sebastian. We sat beside each other in Art, and I definitely liked him a lot. Man, my freshman-sophomore years honestly involved a handful of crushes before Jason popped into the picture and I lost all romantic interest in everyone else. Where was the first place you drove after you got your license? N/A Is it a blue sky outside right now? No. All North Carolina has known for weeks on end now is rain. We've had very rare sunny days, but for the most part, it's just gray and gross. Was your last breakup a bad one? Nah, I'd say it ended maturely and with a mutual understanding of "why." When was the last time you were surprised, in a pleasant way? Hell if I know. Is there an ice-cream flavor that you strongly dislike? Which one? Yeah, like strawberry. What was the last sitcom you watched? No clue. ^ Do you have a favorite character in that sitcom? Why is that character your favorite? N/A What does the last group you joined on Facebook concern? I am 90% sure it was this group I joined that is literally just about cute yet dangerous animals lmao, mostly reptiles and invertebrates. "Misunderstood biteybois and where to befriemd them" or some stupid shit like that. Has there been a spider in your house at any time recently? Not that I've seen, no. Do you like wearing make-up? Not at all. I only like wearing it for pictures and then taking that shit off. ^ If so, how old were you when you first started to wear it? I started consistently wearing it my freshman year of high school. Then some time later I just showed up one day without any, shocked all my friends, and then only wore it when I felt like it. What foods are you craving lately, if any? Nothing, really. What were some of your favorite foods as a child? Chicken nuggets of course, as well as spaghetti, peanut butter sandwiches, just the typical stuff that kids tend to enjoy. When you were younger, did you ever have a friend that your parents hated? No. Have you ever talked in your sleep before? That's very normal for me, especially now that I have nightmares like every goddamn night. What was the last song you heard, that reminded you of someone? Well, not a real someone, but "The Ordinary World" by the Hit House is 110% one of Fetch's soon-to-be themes. What has brought you joy today? Nothing brought me "joy," really. When was the last time you won a prize in a raffle? What was it? I actually recently won an art rafle on deviantART hosted by a truly amazing artist, like I thought I had no chance, and she's going to be drawing Moondust!!!! :'''') What is the next non-essential item that you intend to buy for yourself? I'm still paying the bulk of my tattoo in May. Is there anywhere in your town/city that's rumored to be haunted? Oh, I'm sure. When you were younger, did you ever think that a certain place was haunted? Bitch I still do lmao. What were your school meals like? Did you enjoy them? This really depended on the menu for the day. My school lunches were nowhere near as bad as some people make theirs sound, but most things still weren't great. I think school pizzas are the most notoriously bad. What kind of granola bar did you eat most recently? I had a cashew bar earlier today. Do you have any books on your shelf that you've read multiple times? I never reread books. What did your last post on social media concern? That I personally wrote, something regarding subtle racism still being racism, pretty much. How do you feel about people using graphic images as a scare tactic to promote their beliefs? (i.e.: PETA, abortion…) I have mixed feelings on this. Like sometimes seeing the brutal side of certain things is definitely useful in opening someone's mind to things they don't want to see/think about, but then there's that, too: it can just be so invasive and unexpected, and thus very upsetting and even scarring. I'd say I'm most for the "appropriate" social media route: using censorship that the viewer can decide whether or not to remove. But you obviously can't do that in like, a public protest with a sign, so idk. Which is harder for you: writing creatively or academically? Honestly, both are pretty easy for me. I enjoy writing creatively far more, though. Do you think gender neutral bathrooms are a good idea? I think it's fine to have them as an option. When was the last time you voluntarily went outside of your comfort zone? Just talking about stuff in group therapy recently. Would you ever use a dating site that costs money, like Match.com or eHarmony? Have you known anyone who had good experience with such sites? No, and yes. Do you think it’s fair that people are able to make a reasonable salary and live comfortable lives just by making YouTube videos? Yes? It takes charisma and talent in some area (humor, education, etc.) as well as consistency for it to be a reliable career, and just consider how often you hear about creators burning out. That happens for a reason. Entertainment is a valid job category and should not be seen as an unfair joke. Whether you’re in college or not, do you become fearful about whether or not you’ll find a good job? Story of my life. What is something you can only understand if you've experienced it first hand? Deep heartbreak. Do you think it's a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it's assault? Obviously. Abuse knows no gender, and hitting another person is just that. I do, however, believe in self-defense, also regardless of gender. In terms of a wedding, put these things in order from what would be MOST important to be perfect, to LEAST important... Engagement ring, dress, hair, venue, ceremony, food, pictures, decorations, honeymoon. This requires too much thinking, haha... but I do know the quality of my honeymoon would be most important to me, given that that's personal time with my new spouse and not a public celebration. I feel like what goes on behind closed doors is more important and heartfelt than how you act publicly. Do you have a go-to small talk conversation topic? Probably video games or music, idk. Define "small talk." Does anyone owe you money? Do you owe anyone money? (Besides credit cards) Mom does. She just a few days ago had to borrow $100 for rent. If someone was going to buy you any practical gift (anything except a house or car), what would you choose? It'd be dope as fuck if someone could pay for Venus' next terrarium, but that's a big purchase that I'd have a hard time accepting. How many people do you know with the same first name as you? At least one, but her name is spelled differently. What in your opinion is the best love song ever written? I'm not sure, but I can tell you that "When It's Love" by Van Halen has always been high on the list for me. Was your mother married when she had you? No, actually. I thought she was until my most recent bday, I think. It was just part of a conversation. How old was the first person you kissed? He was a few months into 18. The first person you were in a relationship with, do you still care about them? Of course, he's a sweet guy. We don't talk or anything, but that doesn't mean I don't care about him. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. So, what if you married the last person you kissed? That'd be pretty rad. What are you listening to at the moment? "Long Way Down" from the The Evil Within soundtrack. It's funny, like I've loved the game for many years, but I'm now in a serious semi-obsession phase after watching another let's play of it. Have you read the The Hunger Games trilogy? I only read the first book. I loved it, but just never continued. What is your boss’ (or school prinicpal’s) name? N/A Who is the person you dislike the most? That I personally know, probably a former best friend, oddly enough. Do you text your parents often? If Mom's not home, it's not unusual for us to text. I don't text my dad much because he's not a fan of texting. Do you watch YouTube videos often? Pretty much always. Do you know anyone with celiac disease? Sara, my aunt, and my cousin. Those are the ones I know of, anyway. Do you currently have any alarms set? No. How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely even two. If someone else is here, they usually just park where the road meets the sidewalk of the cul-de-sac. Do you have the ashes of a family member or a pet? Of my dog Teddy, yes. Have you ever been involved in a car crash? Yes, as a kid. Do you prefer flash or no flash on a camera? Definitely no flash. It's more natural, and especially with people, it obviously prevents red eye. How often do you use hashtags? Just about never. Have you ever had whiplash before? No. Have you ever given another person or an animal a bath before? Pets, yes. I could never bathe another human. Is there a birdbath in your yard? No. Weirdest place you’ve ever had a cramp? Nowhere weird, I think... How many lamps are in the room you’re in? How many are actually turned on? Technically three, if you count my snake's heat lamp. Right now that's the only light that's on. Are there any activities you enjoy doing, but can only do for a short amount of time before you get bored or tired of them? Yeah, reading comes to mind first. Is there anything coming out soon (books, albums, movies, video games) that you're looking forward to? I'm not up-to-date on this stuff at all, not even video games. What is something someone recommended to you that you disliked/hated? I know Girt's recommended me music I haven't been a fan of. We like the same general stuff, but there are specific sub-genres we differ in opinion about. Can you unwrap a Starburst in your mouth? ... There are people who do this to even know in the first place??? What is the last thing you ate? Popcorn. Who is your favorite person to spend time with? Sara. Do you know how to grill a steak? I don't know how to cook, period. Do you have a large dog? We don't have a dog currently, but Mom is looking for one pretty intently. We don't know the size it'll end up being. Do you like walking places? Absolutely not. I can't walk far at all without my legs starting to scream at me because leading such a sedentary lifestyle led to muscle atrophy in my legs. It's incredibly embarrassing. Are you a fan of bands most people don’t know of? That's not uncommon for me. Have you ever sent an X-Rated picture to someone? No. Do you think your voice is higher or lower than average? It's deeper than the average woman's. Do you have a pool? No, but I really, really want one... Given how easily I sweat, I would love to use swimming to strengthen my legs. I could also stop the very moment I feel I need to; it in general sounds like something I could quite easily do. How many times have you been on a plane? Ummm including the trips going back, at least six times. Favorite ice cream flavor? Oh my gooooood, if you haven't tried Ben & Jerry's "phish food"... fucking try that shit. It is innnnnncredible. Do you have a TikTok? Nope. Do you enjoy driving? Fuck no I don't. Your favorite store as a teen? Hot Topic was and still is my fave, ha. Favorite YouTuber? There's this one called Markiplier that I think's pretty cool. How many online accounts do you have? A LOT. My whole life is essentially on the computer, so... .-. Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama? Quite the opposite. Do you collect quarters from every state? No. When was the last time your living room furniture was rearranged? Not since we moved into this place. When you were little did you like watching Cartoon Network, Disney or Nickelodeon more? Disney probably topped Nickelodeon. I didn't watch much CN. Who was the last person to kiss you on the cheek? Either my niece or nephew when saying bye. Have you ever seen a magic show? Yes, as a kid. I even had a magician for my bday once. When was the last time you vomited and why? It's been a year or so. It would've been a side effect of starting a certain med that I didn't stay on because it so consistently made me sick. Where do you usually sit when you eat dinner? Either in my bed (I know) or at the dinner table if Nicole is here to eat with us. What time do you usually go to sleep at night? It's typically around 7:30-8:30, occasionally a bit later. I can't believe as a teen, it was my "rule" that I couldn't go to sleep before 10:30 because it was "too early." Nowadays, I can barely imagine regularly staying up that late. Do you avoid using public restrooms? As best as I can. I've seen some nasty shit. What’s your favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. How basic.

[prorevenge]

You threatened me? Good luck with being fired and losing your work visa. (long)

Ah, my mother, a wonderful woman she is. I love her to death, and she loves me just as much, back. But fuck with her two kids? You might find yourself losing your job.

This comes with a little bit of a backstory. Well, a lotta bit of backstory, if imma be honest. And the ever so loved, "Sorry for weird formatting, I am on my phone." comment, and TL;DR at bottom.

When I was 18 months old (a year and a half old), I was diagnosed with type one diabetes. It's a hard disease to live with, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, except for people who make those stupid "I'm gonna get diabetes if I eat another cupcake," comments, and similar stuff to that (plus those stupid jokes, too. I hate those with a passion). Because then they wouldn't joke about it, or make those smart fucking remarks.

When I was 11, I started sixth grade with an insulin pump. It did wonders for my bloodsugar and I! And, I was also diagnosed with celiac disease during the summer, so it kinda got all screwy when I started the gluten free diet, and I went from a child's medium, to a women's extra large in shirts in a little over four months. I was growing tall and fast because of the diet, and my pump was there, able to keep my bloodsugar levels from rising and falling way too often. All of my teachers knew of my diabetes, so I got exemptions and special privileges because of it (this is important).

In seventh grade, my school introduced this thing called "alternates." If your teacher, for that period, would be absent, they would leave the work they wanted you to do out on a chair in the hallway, while you and three other students went to a completely different classroom to sit in and do the work needed. And it was never the same teacher you had to go to, either. I remember my first class alternate was with the choir teacher, my third and fourth period alternate was with the 8th grade math teacher, and so on for all seven periods of the day. They didn't fix that problem until the next year, but we're focusing on 7th grade. And yes, even my alternate teachers were told about my diabetes, and they were lectured that if I wasn't allowed the special privileges that comes with being a Certified Dumbass Diabetic, then they can and will be put on Adult Suspension (a punishment less harsh for the alternate teachers because they're not my regular teachers). Which is just suspended from working for a few days, with no pay, I think.

My last period of the day was in social studies. The teacher was more likely absent than there, because of a lot of familial issues she was dealing with at the time, so I, and two other students, would take our assigned work and go to the French class.

The French teacher (who I will call La Garce, The Bitch, from now on) was an...engaging teacher. She was loud and funny and got her class to genuinely enjoy the lessons and what was taught, but she was also strict with rules. And she was an enforcer with the 'no phone,' rule. If she saw an outline of a phone in someone's pocket, she took it and held it until after class, and gave it back then.

So at the end of the day, after being all sweaty from gym class, climbing up two flights of stares, only to find my teacher was absent, grab the work and go to my locker (I was only one of a select few of students who got a locker at my middle school, but that's not important) to grab my Social Studies textbook, and hurridly walk down two flights of stares, yet a again, and through the hot March Sun to the area where the french classroom was, I was on autopilot mode.

My pump has a setting where it can vibrate if it alarms, but if you don't silence the alarm after a while, or if the problem it was facing wasn't fixed, it would audibly beep. And I usually kept my pump sites in my thigh/stomach, so my pump would stay in my pocket at school. But I couldn't really feel the vibration if it was going off, so if I thought it was vibrating, I'd check it to make sure what it was vibrating for, even if I wasn't sure if it did vibrate.

So on autopilot mode, I didn't feel my pump vibrating in my pocket, until the middle of the class. I don't remember the alert, but I think it was because the battery was low? I don't really remember.

Completely forgetting to press the button that acknowledges the alert, I raise my hand to ask if I could go to the nurse. La Garce says sure, just sign out first (it's to keep track of who enters and exits the rooms because of past lockdown problems revolving around guns), and I can go. I get up, and in the middle of signing out, my pump audibly alerts me, and I nearly fucking shit myself, because it genuinely scared me. I silence it, hoping to get out of the classroom without La Garce noticing, but wooo boy, did she notice.

La Garce: What was that noise?

Me, a dumb bitch who had undiagnosed anxiety at the time, and couldn't speak louder then Volume level 2, also holding my pump in hand as I silenced the alarm: oh, it was my pump. I'm sorry, it won't ha-

La Garce: if I had half a mind, I'd rip that thing right from your hands, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it until it is dust.

Me, shocked, but not really bothered: Okay, La Garce.

And so I leave the room, go to the nurse, fix my pump (she has spare batteries, extra pump supplies, extra insulin, a glucagon, and snacks in case of emergencies), and come back within ten minutes.

What La Garce had said really sunken in, and I realized, "Holy crap, did this lady just threaten me?" So I wrote a note asking if my friend (we had the same last period alternate, thank god) heard the same thing as I did, and she wrote back saying, yeah, she did. She even got it on recording, too.

Since our Social Studies teacher has a habbit of not slowing down or stopping her lessons, when she's there, my friend always sneakily turns her phone on right before she enters the room, and records the entire lesson so she can go back and fill out the stuff she misses in her notes. I guess in our hurry to get to La Garce's classroom, she forgot to stop the recording, so she was accidentally recording the French lesson.

I didn't really know what to do with this information, until ten minutes later, I'm in my mom's car at dismissal, and I tell her what happens. My mom slammed on the breaks, reversed back into the parking lot, parked her car, and drug me inside the school. We get to the front office, and everyone knew my mom, and they could tell she was pissed the fuck off, even though she was keeping a pretty neutral face.

I didn't even get to tell her that my friend had the interaction recorded until after my mom threatens to do something Court related to the principal if she didn't do something to punish La Garce. Then we had to wait an hour and a half until after the bus dropped my friend off at her house (she had to take the bus that day because her mom was working and her dad couldn't pick her up, and she was also the last stop for her bus), for my friend to get a ride back to school to show the principal the proof.

I didn't even want to tell the principal about this. I just told my mom, because I thought she would give me some advice with how to deal with the situation. My mom was the one who originally wanted revenge on La Garce, for, inherently, threatening my life. (We couldn't afford regular needles, and we definitely couldn't have afforded the long-acting insulin that I would have needed to take at night and in the morning if La Garce had, in fact, stomped on my pump until it was dust, like she said she would have).

My mom threatened to sue the school when she found the punishment that my principal would give La Garce unfit. My principal asked what she could do to prevent that, and my mom told her to fire La Garce. My principal said she would fire La Garce the following Monday.

She fucking lied.

La Garce searches for me during Lunch, and legit tells me "I'm sorry that you couldn't understand that I was joking."

She was not joking when she said she'd smash my pump to pieces. She was serious when she said it, angry even, to the point that when she said the threat, she was red faced. She wasn't joking, so she's fucking lying through her half-assed apology. I don't even say anything, I'm too stunned because La Garce is still here. Not fired.

I go to the bathroom immediately after the interaction, and call my mom with my phone. She's livid, but I begged her not to come to school, to not sue, and to not show her ass again, because I got it. She, obviously, reluctantly agrees, and she doesn't come to school.

The last week of March, the Social Studies teacher quits abruptly, causing her students to have to go to alternates for a week as the principal searched for a new teacher to hire.

So, I have to spend a week in La Garce's classroom. No biggy. I planned on making her life a living hell while I'm stuck there anyway.

If I unscrewed the cap on my pump, that keeps the insulin cartridge inside of it, it will alarm. Something I can do easily, and sneakily. I also took my pump off of vibrate, and put it on the loudest setting it would let me.

So, I caused my pump to alarm mulitple times in her classroom. She would get so angry every time her teaching was interrupted, but she couldn't do jack shit because she was already on thin ice with me.

Of course, her students suffered, but that was a small price to pay for the ultimate revenge on this woman. I didn't even want to get her in trouble in the first place, but for her to come up to me, unannounced, and called me stupid? Yeah, no. Only I get to call myself a dumb bitch.

Her classroom is outside, and when the bell rings for the end of the day, students pour out of the doors and have to pass by her classroom door in order to get to the buses, and so do the teachers who oversee the bus stuff.

So, on the third day of this, right as I walk out the door, La Garce tries to grab me by the arm and forces me to turn to face her so she can chew my ass out. But, what she really does, is she ends up ripping my insulin site out of my arm (one that I had just put in during lunch because some dumb fuck accidentally ripped it out of my other arm during lunch).

She doesn't realize she ripped the site out of my arm as she grabs me, until I started to scream. First of all, she ripped off a shit ton of tape that kept it inside of me, and second of all, this was back when I was using the actual metal needle pump sites, so as she gripped my arm, she drug the needle through my skin, before it fell out once it reached my elbow. I keep my sites, when they're on my arms, up closer to my shoulders, where I have more fat so it doesn't hurt when I have to put it on.

She drug the needle down from my shoulder to my elbow. It HURT. There was blood everywhere, because although the needles are kinda small, THEY STILL GO HAVE TO GO INSIDE OF MY SKIN!!!

The vice-principal (a man who's only complaint I have of, is that he almost gave me detention for forgetting to tuck in my shirt and wear a belt with our uniform on the last day of middle school), had just passed as this happened, so he saw the whole thing. I was screaming and crying, clutching my bloody arm, La Garce was stood in shock as she just...watched me as her hand was covered in my blood, my best friend was trying to stop the blood flow, all the students had stopped and were now watching me as the VP instructed one of the teachers to bring La Garce to the front office as he picked me up and carried me to the nurses office as he called 911.

The nurse had wrapped my arm up as best as she could before the paramedics arrived. I was rushed to the ER because I apparently needed stitches? Because it was a long, singular, cut, I guess? It wasn't that deep, so I guess got them to ensure that it would heal properly? I can't really remember, because my mom didn't arrive at the hospital until after I was giving some Good Shit and given stitches.

La Garce was immediately fired as soon as she reached the front office.

I was approached by police, because apparently it looked like she did it on purpose, but I didn't want to press any charges on her, much to my mother's disagreement.

That wasn't my plan on how to get her fired/get her to quit. I wanted to annoy her, make it harder for her to teach, to the point where it gets so bad, that the only peace she'd get was by quiting.

I was unable to write for the last two months of school, unable to carry my own backpack, unable to be apart of my band's end of the year concert (we worked on some extremely fast paced piece that was really troubling me, and I had practiced it so much that I memorized it, but all that practice went to fucking waste I guess), I have trouble raising my arm and carrying heavy things, even after physical therapy (which is a plus, because in one of my previous comments, I mention how one of my favorite parts of my day is after I shower, because my mom loves playing with my hair, so I let her blow dry it for me (which she also loves doing)). It's also really hard for me to insert sites now, because the needles make me have panic attacks and I even vomited a few times, because all I could remember as I got that pain of inserting a site, was the feeling of it ripping down my arm. A few years later, in my Sophomore year, after I went into DKA (long story short, a site needle somehow got kinked while in my leg, and my pump was unable to deliver insulin properly, so I almost died), I was given this cool new site that only uses a needle to insert the tubing inside of my arm (like an IV needle uses an actual needle to insert a plastic needle inside of your arm, and then removes the real needle), so I haven't had needle-related infusion site problems in a while.

Last week, I ran into the principal, and I was finally able to find out what happened to La Garce.

Since she was fired, she lost her visa, and she was forced to go back to France.

TL;DR, the french teacher at my middle school threatened to break my insulin pump because it went off in her class, mom threatened to sue if she wasn't fired, principal said she would fire her, but doesn't. Then, after basically calling me stupid, she accidentally cuts open my arm with my infusion site after she got fed up with my plan to annoy her till she quit, gets fired, and loses her visa.

i got my revenge, but not in the way I had originally planned.

(source) story by (/u/shiroagainstshaladin)

[dekayingtree]

Answer them all :^)

BET

1. Selfie

No

2. What would you name your future kids?

Daniel, Samuel, Samantha, Edith, or something else haven't fully decided yet and honestly need my SO's input.

3. Do you miss anyone?

Absolutely. I miss my best friend in middle school, my ex (for platonic reasons), and the one kid in kindergarten that I scared away when I kissed him.

4. What are you looking forward to?

Sounds cliche but my degree

5. Is there anyone who can always make you smile?

My dad.

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Yes (thanks anxiety)

7. What was your life like last year?

Tired, broke, failing calculus

8. Have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Yes

9. Who did you last see in person?

My mom????

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Yes and it causes concern in my family because they think I'm having an episode when really I just wanna go apathetic for a while

11. Are you listening to music right now?

Nope just my fan

12. What is something you want right now?

My SO

13. How do you feel right now?

Pretty chill ngl

14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

Not too long ago and it was my nephew

15. Personality description

Bitch I can't even describe a cup of pudding let alone myself

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn't?

Yes

17. Opinion on insecurities

Yes

18. Do you miss how things were a year ago?

Eh... 50/50

19. Have you ever been to New York?

No.

20. What is your favorite song at the moment?

In Your Eyes- Peter Gabriel (has been favorite for a while)

21. Age and birthday?

20 and none of your business

22. Description of crush

It's a soda that comes in grape, orange, or strawberry

23. Fear(s)

Yes (thanks anxiety)

24. Height

5'2"

25. Role model

Gonna sound cliche but Jesus, Stevie Nicks, Steve Perry, David Bowie

26. Idol(s)

Ironically don't have any because I don't believe in idolatry

27. Things I hate

Not much

28. I'll love you if...

Is a classic example of conditional love

29. Favorite film(s)

Bicentennial Man, Never-ending Story, The Cat Returns, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal, and a bunch of others that I apparently instantly forgot

30. Favorite TV show(s)

Fairy Tail, Once Upon A Time, My Hero Academia, iZombie, Doctor Who, The Muppet Show

31. 3 random facts

A strand of your hair is probably the thinnest object you can feel.

Les Paul once wanted an all-maple guitar but decided against it after realizing how heavy maple was.

David Bowie had celiac's disease.

32. Are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Yes

33. Something you want to learn

How to be kind

34. Most embarrassing moment

When my tit fell out AGAIN at the lap pool

35. Favorite subject

Science

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

House, Career, Spouse

37. Favorite actor/actress

Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, Anthony Hopkins, Ian McKellen, Meryl Streep, Kristen Chenoweth, Judy Garland

38. Favorite comedians

Robin Williams, Tim Hawkins, Jeff Dunham, Christopher Titus

39. Favorite sport(s)

Hockey, baseball, basketball, whatever's on

40. Favorite memory

Looking out the window at the snow and whispering "why do they call it the ice age? Because. Of all. The ICE." (I was like 3)

41. Relationship status

Taken

42. Favorite book(s)

Guardians of Ga'Hoole, Wolves Of The Beyond, Warriors, Seekers, To Kill A Mockingbird (aaaand the it would take to long to list them all)

43. Favorite song ever

Don't have one

44. Age you get mistaken for

12

45. How you found out about your idol

Again, I don't idolize so change the phrasing or I won't answer

46. What my last text message says

"Not with that attitude"

47. Turn ons

Nice hair, nice smile, good body, FUNNY, taller than me

48. Turn offs

Obese (unhealthy overweight), bald (long story), no personality, anything to do with snot or spit

49. Where I want to be right now

In a healthy state of mind

50. Favorite picture of your idol

I don't idolize

51. Starsign

♒

52. Something I'm talented at

Music and art

53. 5 things that make me happy

Music

Family

Creativity

Food (within reason)

Reading

54. Something that's worrying me at the moment

If I screwed up a family relationship and didn't realize it

55. Tumblr friends

Hhhhhh @thin-white-duck and @bowies-thighs

56. Favorite food(s)

Yes

57. Favorite animal(s)

Cat, Owl, Turtle

58. Description of my best friend

Taller than me, twiggy, slightly tan, funny as hell and is great at giving haircuts

59. Why I joined tumblr

Literally to follow rboz and then I became chaotic oops

60. Ask me anything you want

REEEEEEEEEE

[buck--y]

i wrote a post a while back, detailing my bones to pick with my mom's friend, linda, and her daughter, lisa. a little bit of backstory that pertains to this: after my dad died, lisa told my brother and I that she has intentions of eventually getting a tattoo.

oohwee, but not just any ink!

lisa had intentions to get a memorial tattoo -- a feather with a heart, to be exact -- for my dad

whom she claims sends her feathers -- my grandma said that, in the romanian belief, the dead send you white feathers to tell you that they're okay where they are -- from beyond the grave. whom she claims was like a father figure to her, which he wasn't because:

1) she still has her dad but chooses to treat him like shit. 2) she honestly acted like a bitch to my dad around 95% of the time, was constantly moody, and calling him and everyone else awful names if they didn't agree with whatever she said or praised her for any reason.

she further claims that his death caused her to become "crazy" and to need intensive therapy and to need massive amounts of medication -- which is a huge freakin' bluff because she was in therapy [i]and[/i] on medication LONG before my dad died. she told me after he died that she thinks that i need to go on medication and to seek therapy because it's "unhealthy" for me to cry all the time -- this is coming from some spoiled 18-year-old girl who literally never knew any sort of tragedy as i did. she constantly wants someone to feel sorry for her and to constantly have the attention on her. i was telling a friend of mine today that Lisa constantly trying to one-up everyone's issues -- from my dad's death to medical issues, etc. -- reminds me of the eating disorder community that I was a part of during my teens. everyone was always trying to prove how much more "sick" they are than everyone else.

for example, i once told lisa that my stomach hurts and if she has anything she can give me. she snapped at me, "I HAVE CELIAC DISEASE MY STOMACH HURTS ALL THE TIME DON'T COMPLAIN." she ALWAYS has to make sure to tell anyone who'll listen how her periods are so heavy, or how her celiac is flaring, or how her diabetes is keeping her up at night, or how abysmally difficult her classes are, etc. It's fucking nauseating. no one can complain because oh my GOD, how dare the attention come off of lisa for three seconds???

lisa just got this tattoo today. what's funny is that she intended on getting it somewhere where everyone can't see it. go fucking figure that she ended up getting it square in the middle of her forearm, where everyone and their mother can see it and ask questions and feel sorry for her. i saw the picture of it today; i, quite frankly, lost my shit.

i can promise you that my dad never sent her any feathers and i can promise that she's absolutely giddy about having something that someone can ask her about and to talk about that has nothing to do with her. I can promise you that lisa isn't dealing with any fucking aftermath -- court, lawyers, etc -- of what my mom and brothers go through after my dad's death. i can promise you that she barely thinks of the remains of the man in the grave in las vegas. i can promise you that she will probably have her dad see her graduate college and walk down to get her diploma, while mine won't be there. her dad will be there to watch her get married and have kids and have a job, while mine fucking won't. i get to don my scrubs every day and hope/wish/pray that i could see my dad in the kitchen making coffee just ONCE and for him to tell me, "hey, nurse ari." i'd kill to feel him hug me again and I'd kill to have him there when I graduate.

i’m not ashamed in saying that at this point, i wish she would drop. i wish i would never have to see this spoiled little shit or her brother or her mother ever again. i hate her. i genuinely fucking hate her. i can’t believe i’m getting mad over some little idiotic child getting a tattoo, but i am, and i will be for a long fucking time.