#random health shit

[chittychittyyangyang]

Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.

This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.

[fearecia]

So, funny story. And by funny story, I mean "interesting anecdote."

I started taking accutane a little over a month ago. I'm in my 30s, and have suffered from the evil skin demons since my preteens. Okay, cool.

Something else I've suffered from for about as long is dandruff. What the hell does dandruff have to do with any of this? See, ever since the gods-be-cursed hormones struck, my hair got *greasy.* And I don't mean just a little bit, I mean "you looked like you drenched your head in olive oil if you don't wash your hair every 24 hours" greasy. It was bad, okay?

I tried everything to control the dandruff. Every over the counter option for treatment, every shampoo. Stylists told me I had a dry scalp because I washed too much; trying to back off on scrubbing out the oils made my scalp *itch like fucking crazy.* I tried moisturizing shampoos. Nothing helped.

I eventually figured out that my dandruff was because my oils *were literally eating my scalp.* No one believed me, but they stopped pushing products at me.

Enter accutane. That shit dries you out, man. Turns off the skin oil production completely. It's insane. And guess what? My dandruff is *gone.* No more flakes, no more sessions of madly scratching my scalp because it's driving me crazy. It's just... cured.

So yeah. If you have oily hair but a dry scalp, might literally be the oils eating your skin.

[trans-axolotl]

"While 988 represents a significant expansion of crisis care, it also represents an expansion of location tracking capabilities and nonconsensual practices in social support services. 988 policymakers have adopted and defended the practice of nonconsensual intervention, disregarding the voices of hotline users, psychiatric survivors, human rights organizations, and crisis care experts who condemn the practice. In addition to defending non-consensual intervention, 988 administrators have advocated to increase the surveillance of hotline users, asking the federal government to grant the Lifeline unprecedented location tracking capabilities. Simultaneously, the Lifeline has avoided calls for transparency and maintained secrecy around the number of non-consensual interventions their hotlines are initiating and the negative consequences that helpseekers have faced as a result. Undeterred by the contradiction of the life-threatening harms that can be caused by non-consensual interventions, 988 officials continue to make claims that the use of these interventions allows them to better achieve their goal of providing “life-saving services.”

Since its creation, the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline has increased its reach to the U.S. public through a national marketing campaign. In this campaign, 988 regularly advertises itself as a “private” and “confidential” resource for people in crisis, offering a safe space to discuss one's struggles. Not included in this advertising is any disclosure about the possibility of emergency interventions, which can include law enforcement, and in particular that such interventions can occur without a helpseeker’s knowledge or consent. In spite of efforts by advocates and survivors of non-consensual intervention, 988 officials have continued to obscure the policies and practices that render their advertising misleading and dishonest. This lack of transparency has meant that the public is largely unaware of the potential negative consequences of calling 988. Despite good intentions in its design, in reality, 988 has created another pipeline for people experiencing crisis to come into contact with potentially unwanted and unhelpful interventions. These interventions can ultimately harm, traumatize, and discourage people from reaching out for help."

-The Problem With 988: How America's Largest Hotline Violates Consent, Compromises Safety, and Fails the People. Safe Hotlines Report, 2024.

[natt-writes]

Reblog so I can learn how crazy y’all are

[atalante241]

Yeah, Yanqing might regularly get his shit kicked in. But he can pull up with the boss health bar and music. Nobody else on the Luofu can say that.

[simcardiac-arrested]

growing up is like, every single thing you thought would be so complicated and unmanageable and unthinkably difficult turns out to be, actually, pretty simple. and every single thing you thought was so simple and easy to understand and how come adults don’t get this turns out to be painfully hard to deal with, to actually understand and internalize.

the thing you thought you had all figured out—somehow, you forget the right way to handle it. the thing you thought would dictate the course of your entire life, the thing you thought would ruin you forever—you move on in 2 months. the worst thing to ever happen to you hasn’t caught up yet. maybe it never will. maybe life shouldn’t be based on which worst thing happens when.

a hobby you thought would be a silly one-off becomes an all-time favorite. a genre you could never see yourself getting into can offer you the best story you’ve ever experienced. an inherent belief you thought you’d never budge on starts getting cracks. a person you’ve only ever seen in passing and had short conversations with can become your closest three, five, seven years later.

everything you thought about yourself can turn out to be wrong. you’ll get better in ways you didn’t know you could. you’ll slip and fall just as much, get new scrapes along the way as you survive yet another mess of a job, a situation, a relationship. it might be fear, or it might be happiness when you’ll look at yourself in the mirror and not recognize who it is.

so yeah, i guess, if i had to describe what growing up feels like, i could say i’m closer to figuring my life out, or i’m even more lost than before, or that it’s like a rebirth, i’m becoming a new person, i’m finally getting to know myself, or the many, many other things people say when you ask them.

and they’re all right, of course—the future you dreamed for yourself at age 12 is no longer there to guide you anymore, but sometimes it does feel like you see things clearer, like the pieces occasionally click in your head even if you can never comprehend the puzzle. you’re still who you were at your core, but you’re also starting to peel back the layers, to find such things that you never even imagined could be you.

so yeah, i guess, growing up is all of those things and more. it never stops to wait for you to realize it’s happening. it’s changing, changing in a way you can never anticipate, changing in a way that will simultaneously ache deeply and make you the happiest you’ve ever been. it’s the most complex, most intricate experience a human could have.

but, like most complicated things, it’s also actually pretty simple.

i mean—it’s just plain fun, isn’t it?

[ronihilator]

"ill finish it tomorrow" i say as i wrap up my classwork and open my draft for the fic im writing

"....ill finish it tomorrow" i say after closing the doc and opening my sketchbook

[annagxx]

To all the men i dedicate this poem

Oh, to Be a Man

Oh, to be a man in this world today,

Carrying burdens in a quiet display.

No tears to shed, no pain to tell,

For strength is the armor in which we dwell.

A son, a brother, a husband, a friend,

The roles we play seem to never end.

Expected to lead, to shield, to fight,

To stand unbroken, day and night.

Oh, to be a man, with dreams untold,

Hiding emotions in a heart grown cold.

For the world teaches, “Be tough, be bold,”

While inside, we long for a hand to hold.

They see our smiles but miss the ache,

The silent wars, the hearts that break.

"Real men don’t cry," they’ve always said,

Yet our minds are loud with words unsaid.

We build, we provide, we push, we strive,

In the chaos of life, we barely survive.

Oh, to be a man is to stand alone,

While longing for a place to call home.

So, here's to the men on this special day,

The unsung heroes in life's ballet.

May your strength be honored, your struggles seen,

Your battles acknowledged, your soul serene.

For being a man is no easy feat,

Yet you rise each day, refusing defeat.

Oh, to be a man is a story profound,

A quiet resilience the world spins around.

[griefshand]

like who am i?

[lukas-broken-bow]

rewatching an old jon matteson livestream and he offhandedly remarked that he used to like jekyll and hyde

the sheer joy I felt in that single moment is unparalleled

I am still riding the high

[ikea-monkeys-blog]

If i was sisyphus i would just sit next to my rock, thinking and trying to motivate my self to get up and push it. So everything would happen only in my head because i would always fail to get up from lack of motivation.

[hectorfrombritain]

After being in dark for so long, even the slightest bit of light feels blinding.

[elle-oh-ell3]

mo(u)rning 

as this beating heart of mine grows ever more antique, 

and the sun warms my back, 

still i mourn. 

i mourn for having to mould around people, instead of them moulding around me.

i mourn for little me, 

how her room is dark and her cries are loud. 

i draw her towards that beating, 

antique heart of mine,

and promise that she will one day too,

be warmed by the sun she can see seeping through the cracks in her door. 

the day her tears cease, 

is the day the dark corners of my mind, 

so resembling my childhood home, 

fade away. 

i don’t know if that day will ever come. 

maybe, 

instead, 

her laughter will simply overbalance her dim fill of my conscience, 

and the light she can see outside will bleed through.

shh. it’s okay. 

i mourn on this bright morning, 

but that beating, antique heart of mine grows ever more full. 

[thatstolenpayal]

you’re still breathing. You can still feel the breeze on your face. You can still feel the sand on the shore sink beneath your feet.

It’s okay. It will be okay. It has always been. It will always be.

Remember those nights, when sleep was nowhere around and every corner of the house had seen you crumble to pieces. Sinking against the bathroom floor while muffling your cries. Pleading to god to make it stop. It’s a test honey. You’re strong enough.

You can fight your demons, these long waves of sadness, you won’t feel them linger around you too long. You are learning, you are growing, you are healing, every minute and every second. The younger you is so proud today.

Pause for a moment, think it through, and be kind to yourself. It might seem very difficult in the beginning but keep going, be patient and you’ll reach the shore soon.

And trust me on this, it’s going to be worth every single heartbreak and every single tear.

Wars don’t last forever love.

[swordymacaroni]

🎀Hi, darling!

Yes, you. Come here.

Closer

Closer...

grabs you by the neck

STOP.

FUCKING.

COVERING.

YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU LAUGH

IF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY

FUCKING SHOW IT

STOP BEING INSECURE

OF HOW YOU SOUND

OR WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE

BECAUSE I ASSURE YOU

IF I MADE YOU LAUGH AND YOU LAUGH I'LL BE THINKING ABOUT IT 20 YEARS FROM NOW

I WANT YOU TO LAUGH WITH YOUR BELLY, YOUR TEETH SHOWING, YOUR EYES CRINKLING, OUT OF BREATH AND STRUGGLING TO STOP

BECAUSE DO THAT AND IM GONNA PIN YOU AGAINST THE NEAREST SURFACE AND KISS YOU SENSELESS BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THING I'VE EVER SEEN

Okie!

You can go now!💋🥰

[whereismyhat5678]

Nah man, I really gotta stop doing certain things

If you don’t wanna read you don’t have to, I’d say it’s KIND OF a vent but not really because I can’t take myself seriously like at all-

First things first there is one major thing I gotta stop and it is I HAVE TO STOP SAYING SORRY 24/7 my PARENTS have told me to STOP BUT I DONT- ITS INFURIATING. It’s like- you ever like try to go cold turkey on a habit that you do but you end up still doing it even if that cold turkey didn’t last for even an hour? YEAH ITS LIKE THAT- it’s a habit that I’ve built slowly upon and now it’s become a problem because anytime I DO say sorry over something minor my parents tell me to stop. I get they’re trying to help me, I love them for that, but it’s difficult when you assume anything you do and that you get a look for is your fault. Not their fault either if anything it’s mine for creating the habit but I’m telling you I just can’t stop it. It’s hard, and I hate it 💀

Second, I am a yapper. And there ain’t anything wrong with yapping first of all it’s just a problem and issue for me because I realize that I ain’t a multitasker. When it comes to be narrating to myself while doing something, chances are, I ain’t getting anything done because im too busy telling my life’s story to A WALL. And it’s especially become a problem because my mom (although is very interested with what I have to say) always tells me that I really just need to get stuff done and over with. I respect that, so im REALLY gonna try and just shut up. And I gotta be honest here I talk way too much for one person dude I just need to stop 😭😅

AND FINALLY, something I’m really trying to stop but it just keeps coming back to me!

Listen if I had the ability to clone myself: I would sit her down and give her a lecture on what she does sometimes ain’t very smart and I REALLY gotta stop doing it.

But I gotta wait, cuz time does take a little bit and I know it’s gonna be a slow process getting these habits to stop. But you know what, that’s okay. I’ll be patient with myself, I’ll try to be. I’m gonna be okay. We’re all gonna be okay together.

🫂