This is why they are also tell you the license plate number.
I don’t need to know what a Honda Whatever looks like to know that if the licence plate and my app both say “ABC123”, that’s my uber.
My uber is a white Toyota camry? So helpful, there definitely aren’t 7 of them parked outside the club each waiting for their uber rider and or kidnap victim.
I’m certain you understand, you are intoxicated, departing from the entertainment establishment before it closes, and you are responsible so you take it’s upon yourself to secure safe, sober transport home. The application you use to order the ride informs you that your designated driver will arrive in a “Kia Chevy Juke”. Despite being absolutely incapable of clear thought, you, or another member of your party is trying very hard to ensure you all enter the correct vehicle to avoid potential danger from nefarious individuals. Also, you have chosen to partake in this activity in a cold time of year, and as it is 4 o’clock in the morning, you are all quite cold.
Sounds like Dr Gunther von Hagen’s, he invented a the plastination method of tissue preservation that’s used in countless medical and anatomy training schools across the globe.
He had a series on BBC/Chanel 4 as part of his “Body Worlds” exhibits and that’s all over YouTube, as part of promotion for the new technique that let him preserve entire intact body systems. Fascinating stuff if you’re into general anatomical studies, or just body horror
The source of some of his older anatomical specimens is… Controversial
BBC 4 has a bunch of autopsy videos floating around on YouTube. I vaguely remember the one with the blonde doctor from supersize vs superskinny dissecting a smokers lungs and a morbidly obese heart, and an alcoholics liver.
Disassociation maybe?
I used to think my hearing loss and visual impairment was the reason I got so stressed walking through a car park - I can’t hear cars and I can’t always tell if a slow moving car is indeed moving.
But that made no sense because I have no issues getting around a bus depot and public transport interchange. I’ll be fine navigating the streets with buses, trams, bikes and pedestrians, but as soon as I step into the parking lot I suddenly can’t detect obstacles properly.
My partner pointed out thatI very clearly dissociate when I’m in a car park. I’ve conditioned myself to feel anxious in car parks (from when I was younger before I learned to navigate with my disability, the fear of car parks did not make sense) so now I pre-emptively check out and try to navigate on autopilot, which makes it more dangerous and anxiety inducing, making me dissociate more.
As soon as I realised that I was dissociating and that was the problem, I started working on it and now I have no greater level of disorientation in a car park than anywhere else.
Thank you!
I’ve had bike acid diarrhoea/malabsorbtion (BAM) almost every day since my surgery and my GP has said it’s to be expected because I had inflammatory bowel disease and my deodeunum is the most effected so it’s the reason I get gastric motility issues (some days I get gastric dumping, some days I have gastroparesis)
My doctor has just been changing my immunosuppression therapy trying to find the formulation and dose to reduce my BAM.
But it sounds like I need something to bind or neutralise the bile in addition to treating the IBD. I can’t believe my GP never suggested it, I’m definitely going to be asking if it’s worth trying.
I had read so many comments on line about how intensely painful gallstone are, and how that pain is no joke.
I was in my second year of nursing school and the chronic niggling abdominal pain I’d had for several months changed in an instant to the most crippling colicky pain I had ever felt. I swear it radiated throughout my entire body. The way it “gripped” in my entire torso made me feel like my heart was seizing, but it was just my gallbladder full of stones.
I knew immediately what it was. I’d been ignoring the niggling pain because I had stage 4 endometriosis at the time so abdominal pain wasn’t unusual. And it’s a common phenomenon for medical students and nursing students to experience strange pshycogenic symptoms, especially as they learn about a new disease, and the niggling pain had started around the same time I was doing my unit on biliary and hepatic anatomy and physiology, so when my gallbladder was “grumbling” I just assumed I was imagining it.
I booked into my GP, who instantly agreed it sounded like gallstones, she ordered an ultrasound and liver function test. My gallbladder was full of stones, most were tiny, 2-3mm, but there were 4 chonky bois, and my Liver function test was all sorts of abnormal.
Up until this point, everyone had treated this very seriously. My GP was rushing around like it was urgent, when I told my teachers at nursing school that I’ll likely need time off because I was dealing with gallstones they all acted like it was a catagory 2 emergency, and everyone had this assumption that in less than 2 months I’d be gallbladder-less.
I was referred for surgery. That was April, I got my intake letter and my surgery was scheduled for October.
So I spent the next 6 months in occasional agony. I was lucky that I’d get a solid 3-4 days without pain, and then I’d get an “attack” that would last a few hours but fade out.
But as it got closer to October, the attacks were lasting over 2 days, by the end I was delirious. I went to the ER twice out of desperation. Both times they gave me buscopan and told me to go home and wait for my surgery. My GP prescribed me some muscle relaxants which helped a bit.
On the night before my surgery, I was having the worse pain of the whole ordeal by far. I was fasting for surgery so I couldn’t take the pain relief my GP had prescribed because it was an oral tablet. I wasn’t getting any sleep, so I just went to the hospital at 2am (instead of 8am for my surgery).
I went to the ER and explained that my surgery was in the morning, I’m fasting so can’t take my meds, but the pain is unbearable. They gave me, you guessed it, buscopan. I sat in the waiting room and at 7:45am said goodbye and walked over to the day surgery wing.
Everyone I told was baffled, saying gallstones were so incredibly painful there’s no way I’d have to wait that long for surgery and not get proper pain relief while I waited. Even my GP was confused, I saw her once a fortnight between August and October because I was just in such a sorry state. My skin was yellow, I was shitting clay, I couldn’t keep much food down, I’d lost a lot of weight. My GP would spend most of the appointment on the phone with the surgical intake team asking “what the fuck?”
But 9 years after my surgery, my best friend started getting gallbladder attacks. She went to the ER, they confirmed the stones with an ultrasound, and they referred her for surgery. 2 months later she still hadn’t gotten her intake letter, so when she had another bad attack she went to the ER and they gave her buscopan and advil and told her to be patient, the surgical list is backed up. She got her letter a few days after that, surgery was booked for August.
She scrounged together some money to see a private surgeon, she saw him on February 10th, and she had her gallbladder removed on February 15th, and they sent her home with endone for the 5 days between. It took a chunk out of the savings that she and her partner want to use for a house deposit, but there’s no way she could have made it to August with how much pain she was in.
Technically they took Aotearoa in the name of Zeeland.
Assonance, I had never heard of this, so cool that there’s a word for it! thank you for teaching me 😊
Isn’t alliteration when the same letter is used? So “cop cow canine” is alliterative because of the letter “C”, while “Cop, Cow, Dog” just has repetitive beats/syllables.
It’s the salt brine that will clear you out, not the olives.
Well except that we first need to use all the sane diesel farm equipment to grow soy and corn crops that we can then feed to those self propelled animals.
In most of the westernised supply chain livestock animals don’t get to propel themselves very far anyway. Where once farmers would drive cattle to market on hoof, now they litteraly drive them in a truck.
Growing up in a vegetarian household, I never once had to remember to take the chicken out of the freezer when I got home from school. It was great.
If the ethical, environmental and health benefits aren’t enough to convince a family to keep a bag of dehydrated TVP on hand - It’s also so much cheaper!
To this day I love tofu, which is unfortunate because tofu does not love me. But just like lactose intolerant people and ice cream, it won’t stop me!
Food I cook is starting to taste more and more like my mother’s cooking. Moving out of home I always assumed my mums poor cooking was down to technique, boiling the brussel sprouts, steaming the peas until they were grey, water frying everything. As soon as I learned to cook properly it was amazing how much flavour everything had. Letting things brown fully, using oil, not overcooking everything.
But recently, no amount of skill can save the sad veggies sold in store.
It makes the hyperprocessed foods even more appealing when there’s nothing you can affordably do to improve the simple produce and staples. When potatos cost the same as Pringle’s, calorie for calorie (and they do,
) it’s easy to see why “just eat beans, rice, and in season produce” isn’t helpful advice - yes it’s frugal, but it’s depressing, and not as easy as it used to be. Why waste money on already rotting food that tastes bland when the same money can buy me a more nutrient dense food that lasts longer and tastes better?
I’ve got a few things growing on the 2m concrete slab my landlord calls a back yard, it helps having home grown spring onion, parsley and pea shoots to dress up a dish.
I’m a terrible gardener, I can’t even get mint to take. “grow your own” is thrown around too readily when people complain about produce quality. It’s not always an option, there is a physical skill, a cognitive skill, and resource requirements.