Yeah...the thumb looks like "okay" here...The Germans using the thumb for one isn't unusual, and makes since, but using it for three? And five? You weird us out.
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Yeah...the thumb looks like "okay" here...The Germans using the thumb for one isn't unusual, and makes since, but using it for three? And five? You weird us out.
I like this humor from u every now and thenI make the numeral 1 differently.
Cranial Rectal InversionSo, a****head of an endocrinologist wouldn't take a sheet with a diagnosis m a mental health facility as valid. I am SO ****ing tired of people ****ing me around!
That either sounds like what the guy has, or deserves to have his head ripped off through his ***.Cranial Rectal Inversion
It occurred to me today watching that on the news: tornadoes are scary and terrifying, but also a sight of awe and beauty, but raging wild fires are just scary and terrifying, and a reason all the corn that grows around here scares me (and it's all several miles away from here).Oh joy, another fire. Kincade is the name this time and it's spreading around Geyserville. Our air is supposed to be 'unhealthy for sensitive groups' tomorrow.
Just in case I have not mentioned it, I really hate doctors. Especially the kind who wont treat me when I need treatment. I hope tonight I dream about an orthopedic surgeon, and I bash his knee with a baseball bat, and whack it again and again, thoroughly break it, thoroughly shatter, tear, and destroy it totally, and mock him and ridicule him about "oh, nothing to do about it." The endocrinologists are getting castrated with a dull and rusty generic serrated kitchen knife. The mental health care providers are going to know of some very deep emotions they've probably never actually touched or let out before, and feel how an emotional dagger is more painful than any physical stab. They'll all be met with indifference to their suffering. And reminded how someone they really don't even know has ****ed up their life and been way more of an obstacle than a help.
Dentists I think are the only ones who are safe from my wrath, because I've only ever had one bad experience with them, and overall when I have been able to get dental care it's been at least good overall. But, when it comes to optometrists, it's not off with their head but it's out with their eyes. And whatever else non-vital thing that I impulsively feel in the mood to take.
In my experience, because I got tired of everybody else pissing and ****ing around and wasting my time I started ordering hormones from an overseas website. Doing that actually got crap in gear and moving and suddenly I had that recommendation in hand, and blood work, and appointments and prescriptions.I believe I do relate. The reason why I've kind of delayed / held back my own pursuit of getting on hormones is because it feels like to an extent, I'd be putting myself even more into the hands of the medical community, who fails me some 50% of the time over here, and that does scare me. There existed one time where I had to convince them to teach me a few exercises they knew for me to work on my anxiety, because the in-betweening of having them try to "help me" was too much when the particular person who tried to help me failed to understand me.
At least this year we have the proper N95 masks in case the smoke gets really bad.It occurred to me today watching that on the news: tornadoes are scary and terrifying, but also a sight of awe and beauty, but raging wild fires are just scary and terrifying, and a reason all the corn that grows around here scares me (and it's all several miles away from here).
You've had really bad experiences. Fortunately we've only had one, with a pulmonologist who gave my wife a drug for people with COPD which she does not have and said nothing about the drug only being for short term use. Said drug caused my wife two months of feeling crappy until she stopped the drug.Just in case I have not mentioned it, I really hate doctors. Especially the kind who wont treat me when I need treatment. I hope tonight I dream about an orthopedic surgeon, and I bash his knee with a baseball bat, and whack it again and again, thoroughly break it, thoroughly shatter, tear, and destroy it totally, and mock him and ridicule him about "oh, nothing to do about it." The endocrinologists are getting castrated with a dull and rusty generic serrated kitchen knife. The mental health care providers are going to know of some very deep emotions they've probably never actually touched or let out before, and feel how an emotional dagger is more painful than any physical stab. They'll all be met with indifference to their suffering. And reminded how someone they really don't even know has ****ed up their life and been way more of an obstacle than a help.
Dentists I think are the only ones who are safe from my wrath, because I've only ever had one bad experience with them, and overall when I have been able to get dental care it's been at least good overall. But, when it comes to optometrists, it's not off with their head but it's out with their eyes. And whatever else non-vital thing that I impulsively feel in the mood to take.
And my own field I'm scared of the most. I've had some of the worst experiences in mental health, it's been where I've faced discrimination, and after my own experiences I just can't bring myself to tell someone they have to take their meds.