#one of the nurses at work was like 'do you have a new foundation? no you are just pale as shit- you good?'

[marmotsomsierost]

Doc: so your records haven't transferred yet, it's not a big deal. Can you give me a rundown?

Me: rattles off timeline (roughly)

Doc: okay. So i guess my concern is why they told you to wait this long to follow up, usually they want the ultrasound much earlier

Me: i mean i told them after surgery that i had this appt prescheduled with you and they said that would be fine

Doc: ...what surgery? Wait they gave you 2 rounds of medicine and still took you for surgery?

Doc: do you have any access to your labs, at least?

Me: i have the blood results yeah, here

Doc: ...well this doesn't entirely make- *visibly does some brief math and timeline comparisons* - ...ah. okay. I really need to get on them to transfer those records. Anyway!

[morganacorp]

“I’m telling you Lena, there’s no good Luthor. All of them are shady.” Kara said and downed a shot of tequila while Lena cringed internally.

“Maybe one of them will surprise you.”

“Impossible.” Kara chuckled, grabbing a handful of peanuts and popping them into her mouth. “Where there’s smoke there’s a Luthor.”

“I’m sure there’s something good in one of them.”

“No, I don’t think so. There’s what, three of them left? A mother whose foundation has been under investigation for allegedly mishandling funds, a son under investigation for his links to the mob and controversial political speech, and a third one no one knows anything about… probably in jail for all we know.” She chuckled.

“Or maybe doing work on their own, away from the nefarious family stuff.”

“No, Lena… I’m telling you. That family’s rotten.”

“Don’t be so rude, Kara.” Alex chuckled, handing her another shot of tequila. “We don’t know if this other Luthor is actually a good person… say for a moment Lena’s right, what if we don’t know anything about this person because they’re doing good and don’t want to be associated with the family scandals?”

“I guess it’s a possibility.” Kara finally conceded, clinking her glass to Lena and downing the shot. “I just don’t like it that there’s so much noise about them investing in the hospital… yay for them to do something good, but at what cost?”

“Maybe it’s a good thing.” Alex shrugged.

“Maybe they’re just trying to save face.”

“Whatever the reason, lots of people will benefit from it.” Lena interrupted her. “The hospital got more money, we can certainly use it for good.”

“That’s true. I hope we get some help to renew the facilities and that sweet new machine for-”

“Hell no, Alex. We need more nurses! We’re swamped and busy! You get your machine when we stop having to work overtime to help with the workload.” Kara scoffed. “You fancy doctors always forget about us.”

“Impossible to forget about you… you whine too much.” Alex smirked playfully, making Lena laugh at the offended look on Kara’s face.

“Oh you don’t laugh, Dr Kieran!” She said in a mocking voice.

“Sorry nurse Danvers.”

“What would your surgeries be without us? What would your patients do without us?”

“Kara, chill! We’re not the union people, okay?” Alex laughed. “We know nurses see important, but improving the technology we have at hand to help people makes a difference too.”

“I know, but don’t play all high and mighty when- is it the hospital?” She asked when she saw Lena checking her phone and frowning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lena said simply to Kara and grabbed her bag before making her way out of the small bar near the hospital where they usually met after work.

“I know you said you’d wait to tell her, but-”

“I can’t just tell her I love her, Alex.”

“You can, and in fact you should do just that.”

“She’s just not into me like that.” She pouted. “She’s perfect and so amazing.” She groaned, looking down at her hands. “Why would a prestigious surgeon like her be interested in someone like me?”

“Because you’re great and Lena isn’t some superficial asshole who looks down on you because you’re a nurse.” She rolled her eyes. “Kara, if I’m insisting on you telling her it’s because I see you two together… the way she looks at you? That’s not friendship.” She chuckled. “You know which friend looks at me like that? My girlfriend.”

“You’re so funny.”

“I mean it, Kara. Just… tell her how you feel.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“What if she does?” She groaned, knowing the road the conversation would take if she didn’t stop Kara’s train of thought. “She’s Lena when she’s with you, and she looks at you with more than professional respect and friendship. I have my own two eyes and I see it, Kara. You have to tell her.”

“I have to find the perfect moment.”

“You guys are going to the theater tomorrow… that screams date. Tell her when you walk her home.”

“How do you know I’ll walk her home?”

“You always do. It’s your way of making sure she’s safely home.” She rolled her eyes. “Tell her… you might get lucky with a goodnight kiss, or maybe some more.” She smirked and Kara groaned and nodded for another shot to be poured for her.

[berylcups]

Could I maybe request SDC +Dio with a s/o that gets their work hours cut in half, and maybe they go scare the manager or smthn? Idk I'm not creative with prompts lmao. Thought it would be funny, thank youuu!!

SDC + DIO x Reader with their hours cut

CW: Death mention, horny old people,

Notes: hey! Sorry it took so long! I really tried with this one. 😭 I hope you like it! I’m still fleshing out their personalities. I’m still getting used to writing new characters. Even if this sux I hope you and everyone else can find some sort of enjoyment from this! 💜 Beryl

*also for my non-murican’ readers Target is a like a smaller scale Walmart but pretends to be bougie 🥴

Joseph

-Platonic-

“Why ask for xtra hours when you can get an allowance from your greatest grandad ever???”

-Romantic-

“Who needs a job when you got a sugar daddy ??? 😘”

SEND THAT HORNY OLD BASTARD TO THE NURSING HOME 🏠

——————————————————

Richie McRichardson doesn’t realize that you need to build a good resume. 🙄 or the fact we live in the real world where we have to make our own money.

Well no friend of his is going to get their hours cut! He’s going to use hermit purple to fuck around with electronics section and manipulate the tvs to make them glitch out and act possessed.

“GiVe Y/n FuLl TiMe HoUrS aNd BeNeFiTs…. Or ElSe. GiVe ThEm A pAy RaIsE ToO…”

“AlSo… ClEaN uP oN IsLe 6…”

Jotaro

“Good grief. Do I really need to get involved in this? Fine. Let’s go.” He sighed as he cracked his knuckles.

Your boss might die today. 😬 tell him to hold back a bit kay? I don’t think the Speedwagon Foundation wants to bail him out for getting into a onesided fist fight with a Target supervisor.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to do much. All he has to do is stare your boss down menacingly.

“I heard you were cutting Y/Ns hours. How about you fix that?”

Your supervisor is literally pissing their pants. 😰 He doesn’t leave until you get all your hours. Then he’s gonna smoke INSIDE the damn store because he’s disrespectful. If anyone tells him there’s no smoking allowed in the store he’s going to tell them to go fuck themselves 😭

Kakyoin

He’s going to use his charm to get his way. He’s gonna get you your hours back. If his charisma SOMEHOW doesn’t work he’s going to use Hierophant Green to string himself out so the boss and other employees keep tripping over what looks like nothing. 😂

The boss is freaking out getting slapped in the face and his ass whipped and has no idea what’s going on.

“Was this store built on a fucking graveyard?!” Your boss panics.

“You should really watch where you’re going sir.” He says smugly.

The boss finally gives in to your demands after they get clotheslined by HGs tentacle limb 🥴

Avdol

“Hmm? You're not getting any hours? That’s not according to YOUR fortune habibi/habibti! 😉”

He got some tricks up his sleeve. He’s going to get you your fortune…as told by his fortune! 🔮😅

“I have seen your fortune! You’re in grave danger. According to the ___ card it means you are going to lose all your wealth, health, and happiness!”

Your boss somehow believes this. Who wouldn’t believe a charismatic self assured middle eastern man in ornate robes and jewelry??? That’s a person you won’t forget!

To add some extra razzle dazzle he catches your bosses hair on fire. 🔥

Now he really thinks he’s cursed.

“Tell me mysterious customer! How do I fix this?! 😭😭😭”

Return the slab— “Give Y/N their hours back! And give them all the benefits and pay raises they need to live comfortably!”

Your boss gives in and does everything Avdol says. You’re officially getting paid as much as your boss now in fear of getting “cursed” again. …and to prevent 3rd degree burns 🥵

Polnareff

Your boss is about ready to taste some metal and I’m not talking about guns.

“Hey—! What gives?! First you don’t give my amour their hours and now your toilets are filthy and broken as hell! They won’t flush! 😤”

He’s already a menace for clogging the toilet. 😬 he’s going to go Karen mode on your boss.

“What the hell kind of economy do you think we live in pal?! I demand you give my baby all their hours! What do you expect them to live off of? Ramen noodles?! Not on my watch buddy!” He’s loud af and poking him in the chest.

If he back sasses the mighty Polnareff he’s going to have to sword fight Silver Chariot with a pool noodle from the outdoors section. 😅

He uses his craftsman’s swordship to slice the bosses belt and pubically pantses him 😂

He has no idea how he was able to air sword fight and cut his belt but he did and that’s why you have all your hours and why Polnareff is banned from every single Target ever in existence. Like that’s gonna stop him 🥴

Dio

“Why work such a meager job when you can work for me and kill the joestars instead ~?”

Because we don’t want to get our asses hospitalized and we live in the real world asshole. 🙄

Very well~. Dio is a generous partner, he will gladly solve your employment problem. 😈

But first—shopping spree~ 💅 he’s gonna fill up on some hair gel, green lipstick, sunscreen, and other unnecessary Knick Knacks. Yes he has a Live Laugh Love poster decoration in the basket. 🤢

“So I heard from my lovely Y/N that you aren’t giving them enough hours. How about a compromise? I’m in a good mood today so I’ll let you live if you give them all their hours back plus a raise.”

Your boss can’t believe you had the audacity to bring in a metrosexual bi vampire to scare him into getting what you want! He’s not gonna take you crazies seriously and tell you to take a hike!

“Oh ho~…” he has a mischievous glint in his eyes. Well you can’t stop him now!

“The World!!!” He summons his stand and takes his shopping cart.

“Road roller at target!!!” He laughs like a mad man as he runs over your boss.

…I think he’s dead ☠️

Dio somehow uses his charm to make you the new boss of Target. You still do the same job you usually do— you just get the pay and title now while everyone else does the hard work…. Honestly I don’t think you even need to go to work anymore. You’re just getting paid just to be paid!

[theyanderespecialist]

A Comforting Darling (Scenario) Yandere Injured SCP 049 X Reader (SCP Foundation) (Part 1???)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another request and this one is for Tumblr! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer: You are immune to SCP 049 in this, and SCP 049 is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be gross or illegal about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Neither would be SCPS if they were real! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.) 

(Broken Limb and a Darling Nurse) 

(SCP 049)

(SCP 049's POV) 

I had broken my leg in the last breach. Now here I am tied down to the bed in the medical ward. A nurse comes in. They are stunning. They wheel over a cart and the guard tells them Not to touch me. They nodded their head and slipped on the gloves. They were thick medical grade. They got to work and started to bandage up my leg. They do not meet my eyes, but I cannot help but stare at them. 

"Fuck I need a smoke." The guard curses. "You good here?" 

They nod their head at that. "Yes, I am, I know, I know." They tell him. "Do not touch him and do not let me touch me." 

The guard leaves and they finally turn to me. Their bright shining (Eye color) eyes were so soft and kind. 

"Are you alright?" They ask me and I stare. "I know when they were looking for you it must have been scary. Also when you were all alone and injured. I am sorry that happened." 

They are slowly making my cast. I am in awe at their kindness. "I am alright, thank you, for asking me, ummm..." 

I realize I did not know their name. 

"What is your name?" I ask. 

"My name is (Name) (Last Name)." They tell me.  "What is yours?" 

"My name?" I ask them. 

"Yes, I need to know what to call you." They smile at me. 

"Just, call me doctor." I finally stare after staring at them for some time. 

"Alright, Doctor." They smile wider and Take off their gloves. "Well, your cast is done. Is there anything else you need?" 

They had unintentionally put their hand on mine. I stared at them, they did not know what would happen to them. Or What was supposed to happen to them. They did not die. Somehow... They were immune to my touch. 

"Can you just stay, hold my hand, and talk to me?" I ask them and their eyes widen. 

"Oh no!" They say and try and pull their hand away. "I was not supposed to touch you! I am so so so sorry!" 

"It is alright, darling," I tell them. I did not let their hand go. "Please stay, I-I need you," I tell them. 

They hesitate, but nod their head and continue to hold my hand. I have not had physical contact in hundreds of years. This is such a comfort and I am never letting it go. I close my eyes and let the sound of them being near, the comfort of their touch fill me. I am at peace. 

She is my comforting darling. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[Also would you like a part 2? Maybe with the foundation making reader be SCP 049's new calming tool?] 

[reverse1999fics]

hello tumblr user reverse1999fics. i need to know more about your thoughts on the tooth fairy/madam z divorce.

YES!!! THANK YOU!!!

Okay so like, it's more of just a silly little headcannon I have about the two but I'm determined to actually make up this whole story about the two.

Madame Z and Tooth Fairy divorced lesbians!!!

I have a feeling the two might have been in the same class as a kid, they obviously know each other in some way. Their conversation in the car felt like they were very familiar with each other.

"But reverse1999fics, Madame Z didn't know anything about Tooth Fairy's brother and what happened to him, she said it herself during the car ride home" And? So did many others. Other than Tooth Fairy and possibly the Green Lake crew (Vertin, Horrorpedia, Sonetto, Blonney, Jessica), no one knows. How do I know this? The rumors, why do you think there'd be rumors about it if everyone were to know the truth, no?

Anyways.

I feel like romance would probably be forbidden in the Foundation, the first thing on everyone's mind should be stopping the Storm, so obviously romance and crushes should be left behind.

But young love never just gets left behind, and so Madame Z and Tooth Fairy had themselves a silly little wedding one night, just themselves and little paper miche rings that broke the next day.

Before Madame Z was promoted to the position she's currently in as of the main story, I feel as though she either worked out on the field or possibly had an office job of sorts, most likely the office job. She's very intelligent and knows her way around negotiations and most importantly, people. Madame Z has a way of figuring out how people truly feel in a short amount of time. It wouldn't surprise me if she was able to figure out Tooth Fairy and her monotone actions easily.

The two might have been in the same class, as I said earlier, but since they've got such different jobs that might not be the case. So perhaps the two met at the cafeteria, or at the others job. Madame Z could easily have gotten a migraine and go to the nurses office. Tooth Fairy could easily go to the offices and ask for some files of some sort, most likely on the children to know them better.

Since romance is forbidden at the Foundation, the two would have to sneak around, finding small moments to love each other. A passing brush of the hand, hiding in the forest and kissing, sneaking into each others bunk to cuddle. My favorite idea is Madame Z using the excuse of having a headache or migraine to go to the nurses office, spending time with Tooth Fairy behind the doctors curtains.

"They seem so happy, why'd they divorce?" They couldn't continue being together. As the days went by the two found it getting harder and harder to see each other without being in public, they couldn't even cuddle anymore. Madame Z was quickly promoted to her current position and Tooth Fairy was left behind. Madame Z became busy and Tooth Fairy was left sitting in her office chair, waiting for someone to walk in.

Since they didn't really have a ring, they sort of just tried to forget about it. Madame Z in the beginning thought they were still together, but after finally being able to see Tooth Fairy in the nurses office she realized her worst nightmare had come true. Tooth Fairy had 'fallen' out of love. Quote on quote, fallen, Tooth Fairy still loved Madame Z. But with Madame Z becoming so busy with her new status she couldn't spend time with Tooth Fairy. Tooth Fairy understood how important Madame Z's work was and decided that divorcing was for the best.

The two still talk from time to time, but very rarely. The conversation they had in the car on the way from Green Lake was the longest conversation they had with each other since they broke up.

I can easily add more to this but I actually just woke up so maybe another day. Please ask about it more! I love talking about these two ❤️❤️

[oliveroctavius]

Hi, it's me again!

Do you know if there's a playlist somewhere of what music the Coffee Gang would listen to?

I feel like maybe a few artists were mentioned in the comics from what I've read so far, but I wonder if you had an inkling/headcanon/any idea what the characters would enjoy.

... Now that I'm thinking about it, the weird temporality of comics might make this an issue...

Oh this is a super fun question which I have no ready-made answer for. (If anyone reading this does have a playlist made or opinions on the subject, share 'em in the notes!)

Going by the comics timeline, I'd start with late 60s/early 70s rock and disco hits. MJ seems the most tuned into new music by way of youth culture and dance venues. Stuff by the Beatles, Beach Boys, Monkees, the Foundations, the whole top 40s list. (ASM #45/130)

Emphasis on female solo acts, maybe: MJ pulls an Aretha Franklin album from Peter & Harry's shelf, and I bet she likes Nancy Sinatra. Wherever she goes, the first thing she does is often to turn on some tunes. For the most part, she's the group tastemaker.

As for Peter, I'm guessing this ask was prompted by ASM 136:

It's a running joke that being Spidey keeps him a decade behind [current date] pop culturally. Ella Fitzgerald's career dates back to the 30s; I like to think that most of Peter's music taste + collection is inherited from Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Though humorously cynical nerd Pete might've had time to latch onto Tom Lehrer pre spider-bite, the way some modern high schoolers have a Weird Al phase.

The Osborn-Parker record collection is probably mostly Harry's, covering similar cultural territory to MJ's tastes. Maybe there's a never-opened Wagner opera in there courtesy of Norman. The girl on the cover of Hip Hug-Her always reminds me of Gwen, but I have no idea where her music taste might go. Movie soundtracks, maybe?

ASM 151 has notes on JJJ's music collection, of all people: Guy Lombardo, good lord. (And Mantovani is an orchestra conductor.)

Flash is a bit mysterious because his background took a while to fill in. In the far future of ASM 574, he listens to Tom Waits on Peter's recommendation. I was kind of nursing the headcanon that his dad kept Johnny Cash around the house and referred it to the only music for real men left in the world but rarely played any of it, until Flash got around to listening on his own and to his surprise really emotionally connected with it and reclaimed it into his own music taste...

In any case, there's a bit of music still left once Gwen leaves the scene. Kung Fu Fighting is PeterMJ's song, for one.

One of the last big nights out of the classic era is to the disco in SSM 24! This delightfully camp villainous music group is unfortunately not available on any music platforms, but KC and the Sunshine Band, the Bee Gees, the Jacksons and the Trammps certainly are.

And finally, based on this random panel whose issue I've forgotten, I like to think MJ got everyone into new wave at some point. The B-52s, Talking Heads and the Waitresses have reminded me of her. I also think her modeling connections would introduce her to the NYC weird art scene of that era, like Klaus Nomi, Grace Jones, and Laurie Anderson. By that time it would mostly be the Watson-Parker music taste, though.

Well, that's a whole lot of links to individual songs and not a coherent playlist at all, but I wanted to cover as many different bands/eras/ideas as I could work in. I'm sure I missed some though.

[delinquentbookworm]

📓👋 Hello hi~~

Heyyyy 👋

Sorry that this isn't a starbreaker thing, but one thing I do keep thinking about (and will probably never write) is a fic about what happens in Junior Year from Mazey's perspective. Just because I feel like she'd see so much happening from behind the scenes but there are also so many completely unrelated fires she has to put out, and she doesn't have context for anything, so it's impossible for her to see that there's an evil plot going on.

Also, Jace would try to get on her good side (if for no other reason than she has the ability to fire people now, and Porter gets so many complaints). Mazey's a sweet person, I think she would get along with who Jace pretends to be, and it makes me laugh to think of them as work besties who bond over a shared love of trashy reality TV or something.

So, Mazey Phaedra is a teenager who ran for student president because she thought it'd look good on college applications or whatever, and then she ends up as Acting Principal of Aguefort. Suddenly she has a full-time job on top of being a full-time student. There's a million responsibilities, like making sure all the clerics don't flunk out because they don't have a teacher, and making sure all the teachers who are still there get paid on time, there's probably some legal problems caused by Grix trying to kill a bunch of people at a music festival. And she has to do classroom observations and performance reviews, for all these faculty who are decades older than she is and have more experience than she does and probably don't take too kindly to her critiquing what they're doing. (She's pretty sure that Tiberia Runestaff hates her, at the very least.)

The budget is an absolute mess, and there are line items that are explicitly labeled 'HUSH MONEY' and 'FOR BRIBES', so the school might be breaking more laws than Mazey originally thought. She makes the mistake of opening a drawer in Arthur Aguefort's desk when she's looking for a pen, and some shrieking phantoms burst out and escape through the window. Someone is stealing material components from classrooms and healing potions from the nurse's office, but before she can deal with that, she finds out that a student adventuring party on a quest just caused a diplomatic incident in the Baronies that might destabilize the entire region, and the Council of Chosen is pissed. Jawbone is saying that way more kids are stressed out than normal and maybe the school could use a second counselor, because for the first time since he's been working there, his diary is entirely booked up, he now has a waiting list for kids to talk to him. Which, great idea, she'll just have to see if they can afford to hire someone else. Then there's a member of the Council of Chosen absolutely hounding her about shapeshifters and a girl named Wanda Childa, and Mazey has to argue against some pretty extreme surveillance measures. And then, there's talk of a Rat City under the school and when she mentions getting an exterminator in to deal with that, the druid teacher is all over her case about how the rats aren't hurting anyone. Except. You know. The structural foundation of the school.

But hey, at least she has a Vice Principal to help her with all this stuff. And Jace really does his best to talk her through all of her new responsibilities and explain what's going on, and he's kind and he's patient and he seems to be genuinely remorseful that she has been put in this situation. It really should be his job to do all this stuff, but his contract forbids him from doing it because Aguefort never changed the rules after Kalvaxus died. And Jace seems just as frustrated about that as Mazey is. But he's not frustrated at her, like some of the other teachers are. He doesn't talk down to her like the new cleric teacher does. She is so unbelievably stressed out and overwhelmed, and he seems genuinely understanding, and acts like he genuinely wants to help. So of course she warms up to him.

She still has classes during the day so a lot of her Principal stuff gets done after hours, and Jace ends up staying late to help out more often than not. She finds out that Jace and Porter are together when Porter shows up to give Jace a lift home. And honestly, finding out those two are dating is the most boring revelation that there's been all year.

One evening, while they're going through the stupid number of emails she's getting from the Council of Chosen and everyone else, Jace points out the fact that Mazey does have the authority to change the rules about what Vice Principals can do. She could make it so that he can take some of this stuff off her plate. She could even fully remove the rule that stops Vice Principals from being able to take over as the actual Principal. Which is so tempting. She considers it, she even almost does it, but then she decides that she's an Aguefort student and she's supposed to rise to an occasion, not just give up, so she commits to staying in the job until the year is over. She does hand over a few admin-type tasks, and things get a bit easier.

Every now and again there's a meeting that really can't be done outside of office hours and it clashes with a bard class she really wanted to be in, so she asks Jace to attend it on her behalf. And she realises later that he should have been teaching his own class at that time. When she checks, she finds out that he was teaching a class during that meeting. Somehow he was in two places at once.

She asks him about it and he gets this kind of panicked look on his face before admitting there're a couple of clones of him running around the school, helping him out with stuff. Which. Can he teach her how to make one of those?? That would help so much! He can't, it turns out. He tries but neither of the two spells he mashed together to make it work are bard spells, and she can't seem to map what he's saying onto her own style of magic. Still. She appreciates the fact that he tried.

TL;DR, Mazey has the most hectic, chaotic year of her life, during which time she is fully convinced Jace is the nicest person ever. And then a few months later he tries to kill her.

[petervintonjr]

"It is very inspiring to release a figure from a piece of stone or wood. Very often, I look at (the) stone or wood for a year or longer. I will have completed the piece mentally before attacking the material."

You, or someone nearby to you, are very likely carrying around a Selma Hortense Burke sculpture in your pocket at this very moment.

Born in 1900 in Mooresville, North Carolina into a family of ten, Burke attended what would eventually be known as Winston-Salem University, where she unleashed her passion for art but decided that nursing was the more practical path to follow, and became an RN in Philadelphia in 1924 at the prestigious St. Agnes School of Nursing. It might be argued that this was correct choice at the time --certainly the career of a nurse provided much greater financial stability during the Great Depression-- but ultimately Selma's interests swung back to art and in 1935 she moved to New York.

It wasn't long before the Harlem Artists' Guild found its new star sculptor and teacher, and in very short order Selma was travelling throughout Europe --not only honing her skills, but also teaching and lecturing. In 1933 she received the Harmon Foundation award, cementing her role as one of the most influential artists of the Harlem Renaissance. In 1940 she secured an M.A. (Fine Arts) from Columbia and founded the Selma Burke School of Sculpture in New York City. During World War II Selma enlisted in the U.S. Navy --one of the very first Black women to do so. While she saw no overseas action, she worked on base at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and it was while there she learned of a New Deal art competition to depict a likeness of then-President Franklin Delano Roosevelt in celebration of the "four freedoms." Burke worked for two years on a bronze relief portrait, which not only won the competition (and to this day hangs in the Recorder Of Deeds Building), but in 1946 would become the basis for a specific denomination of U.S.-issued currency.

In other words, Burke's artwork is on the U.S. dime.*

Burke's career certainly didn't stop there; in 1968 she founded the Selma Burke Art Center in Pittsburgh, which continued her mission of introducing art opportunities to disadvantaged inner-city youth. Amongst her many subjects have included likenesses of Duke Ellington, Mary McLeod Bethune (Lesson #49 in this series), and A. Philip Randolph (Lesson #68). Her work is on display at the Smithsonian, in Charlotte (significantly a nine-foot statue of Martin Luther King, which she completed in her eighties), at the Spelman College Museum of Fine Art in Atlanta, and at her beloved Winston-Salem State University. In 1979, President Jimmy Carter presented Burke with a lifetime achievement award from the Women's Caucus for Art. She died in 1995 at the impressive age of 95.

* - No, it wasn't John Sinnock --even the U.S. Mint now acknowledges this plagiarism. Credit-stealing was and is still a thing, with Black artists.

[mmfan1]

@kehlana-wolhamonao3 and @autumnrose11, thank you so much for tagging me for the six sentences of Sunday challenge. So here is a Tuesday contribution.

This is a random idea. Mary and Matthew have not yet met, it’s 1922, Mary is a recent widow with a son, who is the heir to Downton. Matthew is a widower, having lost his wife to the Spanish Flu, shortly after their wedding 3 years ago.

Matthew did not know what he was doing at this London club. He was not known for frequenting any social establishments since the war and the death of his lovely sweet Lavinia. He had buried himself in his work and when Reggie Swire, his father in law and partner in Swire and Crawley, passed and left him all his worldly goods, which turned out to be quite the fortune, he further enveloped himself in the Firm and now managing his vast wealth. He was in the process of setting up a foundation to memorialize both Lavinia and Reggie, but he had not quite selected which charities would benefit from Reggie’s fortune.

So what was he doing here? Matthew had come with several of the solicitors from his law firm to celebrate the closing of a profitable deal they had brokered. These new clubs were all the rage and he had felt obliged to indulge his staff who had worked so hard. As his employees danced to the sounds of the new jazz band from America, Matthew, sitting at a table nursing one of those new cocktails, noticed a group over at the next table. Several women and men ranging from 20’s to perhaps even 50’s dressed for the evening, though no two appeared to be a couple.

Only one of the women wore a wedding band. And that was a pity. She was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked nothing like his Lavinia, but she was intriguing. Dark brown tresses, elegantly worn up, very aristocratic! When she stood, he could see that she had a sleek beautiful figure. And then she looked at him and he saw the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. He locked eyes with her, the most magnificent women he had ever seen, but quickly looked away. The feeling was too powerful, too intense, he had never felt anything like it before.

[demcnsinmymind]

Updated possession/Azzy/cult lore!

First of all, I've modified my docs a bit and got rid of some things on there + added some new info, some of which I'm gonna put in a couple of bullet points below the cut if anyone's interested

biggest change :

much less HPL lore. Azzy is the only thing to have ever talked to Lance through the walls, and the only thing to possess him, just the way it's supposed to be

I now added to the lore that Lance actually died to the basement attack at least for a short amount of time, and that this is the reason that tear truly ripped right through and why Az was able to slip right in. Boy was born in 1968 and vanished in 2003. He simply cannot have died in 1948 and it's such a huge clusterfuck paradox that created itself and timeloop mumbo jumbo here it is being able to stay inside him

I play more hardcore into the fact that Friedkin wasn't some sorta evil genius muahaha mastermind kind of torturer who had it all figured out with a grand ole god and everything. My idea is : his son died in the war. He went insane. He thought he could somehow use a body of one of the messed up souls inside his hospital, one nobody was going to miss anyway, as a vessel to bring his son back. Heavily inspired by the canon line from Lance : "he opened a gateway. he took the real world and the spirit world and smashed them together and that tore a hole in the building". Just like in canon, friedkin experimented on patients and tried to turn them into shells. The funniest thing is that it worked, but instead of his son coming back, other things snuck in and stole the limelight, most notably Azzy.

Friedkin just created a cult based around death and resurrection yada yada. My NPC char Brenda Peterson however went completely off the rails when she saw first hand that the idea in itself worked when Lance was possessed by Azzy on that table right before her, reality started to collapse, she was killed and came back as a fucked up demon nurse, and everything just went utterly fuck all chaotic and insane, something that she ended up loving. Unlike Friedkin, she eventually was no longer interested in just bringing a random dude back from the dead. She's full on after Azathoth and thinks that if she can become its bestie and 'free' it by killing Lance and giving it his full body, it'll in return bless her with a cooler/crueler afterlife too. She actually founded the cult of Azathoth on the foundation of Friedkin's work and initial cult, and brought along the teachings and ideas all the way along her family legacy back to the 2000s in my NPC char Andromeda

just general quick shoutout that I'm totally downgrading Friedkin on purpose because this asshole hURT my bOY and he more than deserves to be sit in the shadows of some cooler women mkay

So in general, the cult and all NPCs/players are just a huge, funny little mess with agendas that do not match up in any direction whatsoever: Azathoth couldn't give less of a shit about its own cult and kinda wants most of them dead because they wanna hurt thE Boy, Friedkin was only ever interested in brainwashing and turning people/Lance into a suitable vessel for his son's spirit and maybe experimenting on people in general because he was a dick, the Peterson family turned this basic idea into a fullblown doomsday armageddon death cult that no one other than them and their brainwashed minions have any real interest in whatsoever, and Lance just wants to freaking vibe with his new 'friend' and go the fuck home and be done for the day

Some things that I haven't quite put on the pages yet: Azathoth overall remains a completely OP demonic outergod as it is in its original canon. All the time and space and insanity blasting powers stuff remains. But just in general, it isn't quite such a hardcore sleepy idiot. It isn't outright evil and it isn't good, just very chaotic and unpredictable and with a very specific agenda of its own, just like Collingwood was show in GE canon. I mean if you really think about it and something I continue to enjoy the hell out of - there really wasn't ever any clarification what exactly it was and wanted. Just that it was all sorts of fucked up and wanted 'more'. That is a keeper.

[bonnie-barstow-of-flag]

@avictimofthejazz

While not the most serious injury he has ever received, that prize going to being shot in the head on two different occasions and living to tell the story, breaking his arm is somehow the most annoying injury Michael has ever received. For a man who likes to do everything on his terms, having his dominant arm in a sling is really cramping his style. Now even getting dressed is a chore, and Devon has confined him to the Foundation grounds for the next two weeks. Once that stint in purgatory passes, the doctors will re-evaluate Michael’s injuries and decide if he is fit to return to light duty. Devon had breezily assured him that it would be fine, and he should not complain so much. After all, was Michael not the one always trying to go on vacation? Michael quickly retorted that sitting around with a broken arm was hardly a real vacation. A vacation was when he got to go off and do fun things… not wander around the Foundation for two weeks, and get roped into putting papers in filing cabinets. The other downside of his situation is that basic daily acts, like tying his shoes, have become almost impossible. He is not sure how Bonnie got assigned the role of nurse’s aide (not that he is complaining, of course), but his best idea is either that the mechanic lost a bet, or Devon ordered her to do it since Michael occasionally listened to her… at least more-so then April or some of the other people at the Foundation. While he milked Bonnie’s attention for the first few days, by now he has transitioned into the ‘bored’ stage of recovery, and is itching to hit the road again. He also realizes he really needs to start looking more presentable… otherwise an overly jumpy guard might mistake him for Garthe Knight one evening, and start a security event. While being mistaken for an intruder might give him something new to do, Michael also does not want to be shot by someone assuming he is that creep Garthe. Therefore, getting a proper shave is becoming imperative… and Bonnie is the best woman for the job, despite what she seems to think.

“Come on Bonnie,” He huffs, “Do you really think I’m going to ask Devon to help me? That’d just be embarrassing… and I wouldn’t trust RC3 around my throat with a razor. Now I don’t think he’d kill me, but he does tend to get distracted. The last thing I need are more injuries pairing with this arm of mine!” Plopping himself down on the counter, he studies her as he absently rubs at his sling. “It’s not really that different from any other kind of shaving… and I have dated enough women to know you all have razors on hand too. Just, you know, don’t shave off my eyebrows or something weird.”

The delicate lower-curve of her lower-lip is drawn sheepishly betwixt the brunette's teeth at his goading. Usually poised hands suddenly seem to have adopted the faintest hints of quavering as she eyes his face and then the razor encompassed by her fingers.

Barstow swallows, fearfully. A pang of anxiety echoes in the chamber of her chest when his ENTREATING azures manage to find her more skittish eyes. "Well, no, but--" Her words cut off in shelter of her next breath. The cybernetic tech supposed, that under the circumstances, she WAS his best option; even if Devon WOULD have more experience with this.

Yet, what if she slipped? What if she horribly disfigured him? Or nicked him with the blade? Knight's face is far too alluring to be etch-a-sketched up with bloodied scrapes. "That's what I'm afraid of," she softly confesses. "That I'll hurt you--" She murmurs in confession. Working on humans was far LESS forgiving than operating on the undercarriage of Kitt. There, a few dings and scratches would do relatively little harm. And her hands--- OH- Bonnie glances down at them again briefly, and feels a tinge of shame, for they're abhorrently calloused instead of smooth like Kitt's molecularly bonded shell.

"It's-- its not?" She muses in confusion when Michael insists that it's not entirely different from other forms of shaving. His next commentary causes her to erupt with laughter. "No one would mistake you for Garthe that way, would they?" Picturing him without eye-brows brings another fit of laughter rumbling through her chest, despite her best efforts given towards composure. "I'd have to draw some on with my schematics pen. Depending on my mood, you might end up with angry brows--"

She clears her throat in an effort to steady herself. "Alright. Here goes nothing. And Michael," she breathes out quite patiently, "do hold still." She cautiously instructs, placing the shaving cream down to turn on the spigot to warm water. Once the flow reaches desirable temperature, she works some of the cream into her hands. Using her fingers, she begins to lather up his prickly face. His skin is decidedly warm. So warm, it nearly brings the mechanic to sweat.

Bonnie can't remember the last time she gazed so intently upon his countenance. The close proximity alone is nearly INTOXICATING. "A-- are you still SURE that you want to TRUST me with this?" She asks, having rubbed the foam over his face and down the length of his throat. Her heart BATTERS the side of her rib-cages with a desperation almost UNFELT before as she peers into his all-too-lustrous eyes. The unbidden urge to KISS him stirs inside of her and she STRAINS to cave to the impulse. Knight requires her HELP, not her distraction; no matter how tempting such a distraction could be.

[ewan-mo]

Mo had a dream

20th September 2023

The youngest student at the workshop; 2 months old. Son of Brenda, Community MH nurse, he is just 2 months old. He’s called Zion. And very advanced, of course.

At breakfast today I decided to have avocado. Because I could, because it’s good for me, and because we normally eat quite a bit of it at home.

Our menu here tends to be based on common Ugandan everyday foods, hence yesterday’s liver and cooking banana and today’s avocado.

Ewan began the day’s programme with a snowball exercise. 2-3 people discuss first, then they join another group to become 6 and so on. Each time the group has to decide on its ‘top 3’ – in this case, their top three things learnt as a result of the partnership with Jamie’s Fund. Great to read their results. I was not surprised, but I was moved, to hear mention of loving our patients, and other similar sentiments 

Long ago in Malawi, I was surprised and upset to find that the PrivateNotForProfit hospitals, which were mostly faith based, wouldn’t care for any patients with mental illness. While in government service we were developing community mental health care and reducing the population of the mental hospital, the mission hospitals were saying “We don’t do this.”

We asked a question of the Christian Medical Fellowship in UK as to why should this be? That led to a consultation: “Should faith based health institutions provide mental health services?”

An international conference followed in 1998: Developing Mental Health: a Challenge to the Churches. We brought participants from five continents - mental health workers, their managers and their bishops, and had a wonderful week in a conference centre in England. 

By then I had a dream: that faith-based hospitals, especially in low-income countries, would develop community mental health services, and offer love and commitment to this group of people who are so often stigmatised, rejected and outcast.

Working in Jamie’s Fund in Uganda, my dream has come true. Our young colleagues here have a shining vision to make things better in mental health, and they are transforming lives. They also love to learn and we are having such a good week with them.

Second on today’s agenda I presented Trauma Matters, prepared by our good friend Helen, a Liverpool psychiatrist. We were all looking forward to her first visit to Uganda – and so was she, but late in the day illness stopped that happening. Interesting presenting other people’s powerpoint! But I already knew that she and I had were of the same tribe, had concerns and values in common, and that it was a privilege to present her work. 

After lunch our colleague Sudaat told us about a new syndrome “Shake Shake”. Every so often these slightly odd presentations crop up, often in boarding schools, looking like some weird neurological disease. As far as I know, they never are, but are usually due to underlying stress and the girls ‘catch’ it from each other. You won’t be surprised to hear that in ShakeShake the girls’ legs shake.

Some of our colleagues had asked for screening tools to give them a straightforward and speedy way to assess those patients in medical clinics who come with physical symptoms but appear to have nothing wrong with them. So we talked about screening principles and got them doing translations of one such tool into local languages. Much hilarity ensued. Keeping control was like herding cats.  

We took a group photo with the banner of the the Diversity Foundation behind the group.  Diversity Travel have been very generous in their support to Jamie’s Fund and have paid about half the cost of this work shop for which we are very grateful..

Ewan enjoys data. Don’t drown in data, turn it into information!  Kuule from Bwindi and Lamet from Mukono, both very able and visionary mental health clinicians, joined Ewan to show how it could be done. Kuule and Ewan have recently spent a considerable time preparing a research paper on this very subject, which shows how the number of patients attending mental health clinics around Bwindi has increased as more clinics have been opened as a result of training of clnical staff  in basic mental health care, sponsored by JF.  The only officially required figures are for the clinic attendances rather than how an individual attends.  Just looking at the number of attendances doesn't tell you about the size of pool of patients or if individuals are attending regularly for follow up. You need this to be able to manage your service effectively.

Supper as usual and early bed.

[dxmedstudent]

For those who haven't seen this question, this is apparently from an official source for the situational judgement section of the MSRA, an exam taken by foundation doctors in the UK applying to be GPs, as well as other specialites who also use the same exam for their job application. The aim of a question like this is to rank the most appropriate answer first, down until you get to the least appropriate choice. In theory, all chocies are often a little bit inappropriate (or less than ideal) but it should be possible to work out what you should do. This question has been controversial in doctor online circles this week, because, frankly, the answers are inappropriate. Let me explain why. The FY2 on the ward has booked their annual leave, and is on their way to the airport when their ward call them asking to know where they are. Because apparently Mike, one of their colleagues, should have been at work but hasn't showed up. Now, if you are driving to the airport, you should not be picking up the phone. You certainly shouldn't be frantically looking for phone numbers or phoning around. Not only is it gangerous if you are driving, but if you stop to do those things, you run the risk of missing your flight. Are the hospital going to reimburse the FY2 for their missed holiday? I think not. There will ALWAYS be people in hospital, on shift, whose current job it is to contact whoever is meant to be working. In hospital, that will usually be your rota coordinator, and your consultant. This is a normal day shift, there will almost certainly be wards with enough juniors that someone could fill in for Mike. Any decent hospital should also have contact details for their staff, so it's already a problem that 'the ward' have your number but not Mike's. Even though the ward nurses won't have his number, the switchboard, and HR or rota coordinator WILL have his details. I fundamentally disagree that it's the job of an FY2 doctor who isn't on site, isn't rostered to be on site and is literally about to fly off in an airplane, to sort out staffing because someone called in sick. It's not their job to find Mike's number, or phone around looking for someone to cover for him. There's not even a good reason for the FY2 to talk to the consultant (or rota coordinator)- this is something that the people actually at work on the ward should be able to do. The controversy is that the answer A is marked as the most inappropriate, implying that it's the responsibility of the doctor in the scenario to try to sort this problem, and that not sorting the problem is unprofessional . When it fundamentally isn't. When you are not on shift, and there's a hospital full of people who are, the expectation should never be that you personally need to sort out staffing whilst driving to the airport. There is nothing unprofessional about leaving a job to someone who is trained and able to do it, and is literally on shift right at this minute, doing that role. In this scenario, there will be an oncall consultant responsible for that shift, or that ward, and every team has a rota coordinator whose job it is to deal with gaps in the rostering. Particularly if you're called to do so at a time when you are unavailable. Anyone driving to the airport and literally about to take a flight is unavailable. If you CAN hunt down his number and pass it on to the consultant without being massively delayed, then great, that might make someone's life easier. But ultimately, there are teams of people at work being paid to do this right at that moment, and it's perfectly fine if someone who is not on shift is not able to do it. If anyone should be hunting down Mike, or looking for new people to cover the shift, it's the consultant or the rota coordinator. In reality, this question would not happen. nobody would expect you to come in on a day off to cover someone sick, once your leave had been given. Hell, when someone calls in sick to an oncall shift, there's a last minute message around, but again, nobody gets involuntarily dragged in to cover.

[mariacallous]

@thecardiganqueen

From his substack post about getting more men into "HEAL" (which I'm assuming will form part of the basis of the Brookings article addressing it, and that chapter of his book):

Above all, we need a culture shift so that certain jobs stop being seen as no-go zones for men. This means tackling the stigma faced by many men who do choose these roles as effeminate, or as professional failures. Women have had to break down gender stereotypes to enter male professions; men will have to do the same for female-dominated HEAL jobs.

Back in 2000, Rachel Kranton and George Akerlof created a new scholarly field of “identity economics.” They showed that individual decisions are shaped not just by the hard numbers of a cost–benefit analysis but by the more personal aspects of human identity. As they wrote:

In a world of social difference, one of the most important economic decisions that an individual makes may be the type of person to be. Limits on this choice would also be critical determinants of economic behavior, opportunity, and well-being.

Breaking prescribed gender identity norms, for example, comes at a cost to an individual. This acts as a deterrent. An equilibrium is created that maintains the norm, and thus the cost of breaking it. or as they put it: Ij = Ij(aj,a_ j;cj,ej,P)

Kranton and Akerlof applied their model to segregation in the labor market, as well as unpaid work at home. They argued that feminism reduced the “identity loss” for women choosing to work in traditionally male jobs, and to men working in pink-collar jobs or in the home. But so far only the first of these has been true. The same year that Kranton and Akerlof published their paper, the comedy film Meet the Parents hit the screen. one of the main themes of the movie is that the main character, played by Ben Stiller, is a nurse. As another character to him:

That’s great to give something back like that. I’d love to find time to do volunteer work.

Role models are crucial here. You can’t be what you can’t see. Popular culture has an important part to play here. Decisions made in Hollywood and New York about the TV shows, adverts, and movies consumed by millions can influence behavior more than any laws passed in Washing- ton, DC. Will and Grace helped pave the way for marriage equality. MTV’s 16 and Pregnant significantly reduced teenage pregnancy rates. A stronger representation of men in HEAL roles in shows and ads could help to reduce the identity loss for boys and men who might pursue these professions.

All these proposals will require intentional effort and institutional support. Some can be public. Just as the National Science Foundation supports a range of initiatives for women into STEM, the Department of Health and Human Services could do the same for men into nursing, and the Department of education for men into teaching. But we also need philanthropic foundations committed to gender equality to devote some of their resources to the cause of men in HEAL. We need companies to sponsor conferences, mentoring programs, and marketing campaigns. We need new, well-resourced nonprofit and advocacy organizations, like those that have been so successful at getting more women into STEM.

[female-malice]

I don't believe that we will manage to cut our power needs without the deaths of millions of people. Hospitals need a lot of electricity. So do schools. Homeless shelters and nursing homes and universities and kindergartens and veterinary clinics and dentist offices. You can't really cut power there. In private homes there are certain things that simply need power 24/7 like fridges, heaters in winter, acs in summer - and those are normal every day things, but some people have electrically powered medical equipments in their homes that they need to live too. While I agree that there's too many cars and some people do not need them, a lot of other people do. And I'm talking about normal "civilian" cars, not ambulances, fire trucks and police cars, none of which we can get rid of. In my normal everyday car I drive my aunt to physical therapy because a) she can't afford to live in a nursing home and b) medical transport is very expensive and probably even more environmentally unfriendly than my small car. People from rural areas won't be able to all move into the city, we see the reverse trend, because of housing crisis people from big cities are moving out to nearby villages. I don't believe that it's possible to make public transport available to all of them. Also I don't believe that people will want to give up their cars. Maybe if they're living in a city centre and do not have to get anywhere else, but the rest? Also also me and many of my female friends use cars (especially to get to work while working nights) because public transport is more dangerous. I haven't seen any stats about it for United States but surely men molest women in public transport there as well. Do you think that people will change their minds and try to stop the climate disaster or that it's more probable that scientists will come up with some "remedies" that won't need people's approval and sacrifice? I'm sorry if this ask is confusing, my English isn't very good

90% of private transport needs to be replaced with public transport. With robust public transportation systems, some people still might need cars but 90% of people won't.

The world is full of auto boneyards. Brand new cars that are manufactured every single year. Brand new cars that no one ever buys. So they're driven out to the middle of nowhere to collect dust.

Instead of manufacturing all these cars no one buys, we should be building trains.

You're worried about cutting energy use because you're worried about cuts and changes effecting human welfare. But energy use from hospitals and appliances is negligible compared to energy use by industrial manufacturing. Hyper consumerism requires massive amounts of energy to maintain. Products don't just magically appear on shelves. They've gone through a massive energy-consuming process just to be manufactured. Then it's another energy-consuming journey just to reach the shelf.

And now, with our delivery economy, even more energy is used to deliver products directly to consumer doorsteps.

Is hyper consumerism necessary for human welfare? Or is it a luxury?

Ecological economics is about balancing human welfare with ecological boundaries. It's about finding the donut.

The space outside the donut is our ecological ceiling. When society overshoots that ceiling, society is unstable.

The hole in the center of the donut is the social foundation. When there are welfare shortfalls, society is unstable.

The goal is to maintain that balance in the green donut for a stable society. Here's how Earth is doing now, more or less.

Notice how certain parts of our current society aren't listed as social foundations? Consumer choice is not a social foundation. Humans don't need consumer choice to thrive.

If we dismantle consumer society, we will cut our energy use in half. Will millions of people die if they can no longer shop on Black Friday? No. Humanity will be just fine on an energy diet.

[factorialsfandoms]

ack it sounds like you had a crazy day 🥴

Honestly? Yesterday wasn't so bad in the scheme of the last... month? two months? Honestly bar 'I don't have the help I need' problem it was fine up until a time which was technically today when housemate handed me my post. It just keeps going.

I'm just really hoping I do actually go for my night away at the end of the month, because I extremely need the break.

Below follows a rant.

In the post was a letter from the hospital which /sounded/ like a discharge letter. I have not had the test the doctor wanted done yet, only a different test I'd previously had done but was told I had to redo to be allowed the new one as it'd been a year. The pre-test test picked up a /different/ thing to what I was seeing him about and he seems to have assumed that was the entire problem. I know its different - I have two unique symptom sets one of which is multiple times a day which is annoying but livable (the one which happened while I had the monitor) and one of which barely happens but had a friend who saw me 2 hours after offering to take me to the hospital. -_- First point is ring the GP (I think you call them family doctors) as the specialist said he wanted the GP to give me meds anyway but the ones the specialist listed interact with my other meds so I need to talk about it, and at that appointment ask if the GP knows what's going on, and hopefully prompt /them/ to bug the specialist about what's going on. Because what I was told at the appointment and what is in the letter are two completely different and contradictory things and I just hope /someone/ knows what is going on.

This of course does not account for the fact I've been struggling for the last week because of carer shenanigans. Its 10 days without because COVID periods. I'm on day... 7? Now

Two weeks ago tomorrow the piping fell out the sink and ended up with half an inch of hot water on the floor.

There's a mystery new wet spot in the hallway floor in the middle with no other indication of damage. Landlady keeps saying apply the ddehumidifier. We keep doing that. It's just getting worse. It is almost certainly a burst pipe or something in the foundations. She is ignoring us and just telling us to dehumidifier. This has been happening for over a year with another patch around a corner and against a wall.

Honestly can't remember what else. But I know before the pipe something else was wrong, the pipe just outshone it, and there are other things too.

There's about 8 other things which can best be described as 'the health service is chronically underfunded and understaffed thanks to the government both refusing to give it the money it needs and also being xenophobic and putting the minimum income for immigrants to get a visa - or even for a local citizen to have their spouse enter the country - above the pay or every nurse and almost all doctors and this means more people are more rushed', especially with covid wrecking people's health and suddenly loads more cardiac and neurology patients from the long term damage'. A problem only exasperated by COVID.

Add in that they changed the system so I can't book my injections in advance and so I miss them because the first symptom I get when I start running low is an inability to remember things or comprehend dates and I'm having fun! The potential complications from not getting it on time, with a buffer of only about a week as I'm a particularly bad case, only include heart attacks and brain damage but I'm already disabled and can't work so its fine, right? (sarcasm. so so much sarcasm here) (my carers are /trying/ to keep on top of it, but it isn't really working)