#but it’s too expensive on my new insurance

[doctorwormandtheelectricmayhem]

DID YOU KNOW that for some people- adderal makes them more tired?

I learned this today during my psychiatrist appointment- because I am one of those people.

Apparently it’s not normal to be yawning all day & desperate to go back to bed while on stimulant medication

[guinevereslancelot]

eye doctor was trying not to scare me today bc i have a sight threatening condition 🥲 it's probably treatable but i need to go to a specialist

[supercantaloupe]

made a new patient appointment at a new dentist in the city all by myself. please clap

[sailoreuterpe]

So, in the last 24 hours:

our bathroom light started flickering our dog started limping and spasming our freezer started over-freezing our refrigerator died we found out that the muffler on our single vehicle is shot

I hate it here.

[binders-and-beanies]

Pondering bottom surgery in the tags I mf guess

[foreignobjecticus]

Me: budgeting very strictly to buy the near-cheapest, most reliable car available

Also me: .......4L Jaguar... Vroom vroom ...

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

haven't been able to cook something rlly good or eat my favorite foods in the way that I like them recently and it's doing horrors for my mental health. I would honestly settle for Kraft mac n cheese and dino nuggies rn (I don't like Kraft brand mac n cheese and much prefer homemade but that's ridiculously expensive and dino nuggies are fine I guess but I prefer something crisper like popcorn chicken or McDonald's nuggets)

[cottoncandyopinions]

They should invent doctor's appointments that don't make you want to kill yourself

[this-doesnt-endd]

I feel like my crown just shifted up oh my god

[xamaxenta]

Once again i mourn how productive i could be if i just wasnt so hilariously mentally compromised all the time

[madnessismylover]

Tw: negative

Wish you could like... sue your depressed for all the time and money it costs to take care of it and anything else that results from it.

I never wanted depression so why do I need to pay for the things that make me not want to off myself? (Pills/therapy/etc.)

For the rest of my life I'll need to pay for the things that are gonna keep me alive because of something I cannot control. I can't just tell my brain 'hey, work properly so we don't wanna fucking die'

If I hadn't been depressed in school I would've planned ahead, I would have been better than where I am today.

I never thought I'd get to 18 and I'm gonna be 26 in April. I don't blame past me because they weren't doing well. Unmedicated. I don't wanna go back to that. It was scary. Actively thinking it's easier to die is fucking terrifying.

Living is so fucking expensive.

[oysterie]

our insurance covered my glasses nearly completely btw 😳 this is the first year we've ever had vision insurance they said the total was 28 bucks and my mom outloud said "youre shitting me"

[youremyonlyhope]

That natural hair struggle of having your hair in a protective style for a while, then taking it out and instantly being tired having your hair be loose.

I’m literally like 2 seconds away from going back to my salon and getting box braids this time.

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

The whole fic on ao3

[fractallogic]

sickkkkkkkkk just did The Math™ and found out my rent is fully 70% of my take-home per month

which, let's be honest, is a lot better than me making $0 per month and spending the same on rent, but fucking still