The real question is are you saying that before or after you hit altitude because oh boy you may wish you are not.
I’m watching her slowly getting more ADHD and developing hand tremors. Hardier than anticipated (I’ve had visitors black out at baggage claim before) and honestly I kinda feel like a badass.
“YOU ARE LACTOSE TOLERANT AND DON’T LIVE AT FUCKING SEA LEVEL.”
i mean im still fuckin ghere im just paying for my hubris to the mountain gods with shaky hands and a vomit forecast at roughly 65%, subject to change depending on how much of this is due to cream cheese
I apologise for feeding you cheese. Please don’t throw up in my car.
Me: *watching this unfold like high drama or an episode of jackass, unsure which*
griffin mcelroy voice: why not both
An Update: @mazarinedrake is here and even more messed up somehow. I need a border collie to herd all of them to the car.
Poor, wayward flatlanders.
They’re doing better now. Perhaps they were feelign the intensely cursed nature of DIA rather than the altitude. @theshitpostcalligrapher Didn’t start feeling bad until I showed her the extremely cursed arts in the terminal.
They covered up the REALLY cursed one with the construction. Who knows what would have happened then.
I’m curious about their reactions to Bluecifer
Everyone was appropriately delighted to see our Most Accursed Guardian and he gave them his blessing, and everyone felt notably better after that. Blucifer himself is a deeply chaotic entity but also a benevolent one to anyone who shows the appropriate irreverence.
Everyone seems to have gotten over the initial shock, but rather than tempt fate by going up the mountain, We will go to the gardens to see the Corpse Flower and listen to me ramble about plants and why Drawing This Little Bitch In Particular Is Such A Pain In The Ass.
Okay but important question: Which is the REALLY cursed art in the terminal? I mean they’re all incredibly cursed but is it the guy with the machine gun? The gargoyles the “size of a fifth grade boy” in the suitcases in baggage claim? There are too many that radiate chaotic evil for me to narrow it down.
Radical idea: Doctors should give fat patients the same amount of care and thought they would give to thin patients.
wait is this an actual problem?
Yup.
Oh yeah.
And like… It’s deadly. Fat people die while doctors ignore actual problems and suggest weight loss instead.
And were forced to live in pain.
“Your arthritis hurts your knees? Well, the only advice I can give you is that you should lose some weight to take the pressure off your legs.”
“It…hurts…to…move”
Another side to this is the fatness eclipses all other problems, even outside the actual appointment. I was sent a bill for $300 because a general check up was billed for a reason not covered by my insurance. I scheduled the appointment because I had such horrible foot pain that I could barely walk at times. I was referred to a specialist, and ultimately treated for plantar fasciitis and a heel spur.
But my doctor billed the insurance company as me coming in for “obesity”, so I got a bill for what the insurance wouldn’t cover.
Now there’s two problems with this. First of all, did he think that I woke up that morning, suddenly notice I was wearing size 20 jeans, and immediately run to the doctor for an explanation????? Secondly….my insurance won’t cover anything related to obesity, apparently. So if this asshat doctor decides that *all* of my health problems are because I’m fat, I’m fucked.
So by this doctor’s logic thin people have NEVER had heel spurs? Like, apparently it’s a fat person ONLY thing.
I went in to ask my doctor to switch my antidepressants because I’m having awful side effects. Instead she suggested exercise and liposuction. During this visit she also admitted to lying to me about why she put me on metformin (a pill that regulates insulin production, if I’m not mistaken). She said it was because my pancreas could use the assistance but then admitted that it was because she thought maybe it’d make me lose weight by killing my appetite or making me poo constantly. Needless to say, none of this helped with the depression
Seriously DeAunna?? Fuck that doctor.
I recently lost 150 lbs, going from ~300 to ~150. No one ever took my joint pain or my depression seriously. Now that I’m skinny, and guess what ALL OF MY PROBLEMS ARE WORSE my parents are freaking out because suddenly?? I’m sick???? Like, no bitch, I been sick, you just never treated my illnesses.
That sounds about right. Like, the only way for them to take us seriously is for us to lose weight??? But that shouldn’t be the case???
My doctor lectured me about my weight because of back pain I’d suddenly had. She laughed and said at my weight, of course my back and hips hurt. Keep in mind, I was in the middle of a Diet Bet and had lost 40 pounds in the previous six months. I was still very overweight, but I was clearly working on it. (Even if I hadn’t, I still deserved health care!)
So I asked her what I should do because walking over 3 miles makes my sciatica flare up and I literally can’t walk the next day. Her suggestion? Starve myself. Literally. “Get used to being hungry. It’ll be hard at first, but it’s the only way for someone your size.” Never saw her again.
Fuck these doctors. I was told that my arthritis would be fine if I lost weight. Nup. It was actually the worst when I was at my thinnest, because… You know, I was starving.
I had to take 4 hour showers a day to warm my aching bones.
Doctors have recently suggested I cut calories, not listening to me when I say I am STARVING. I’m sick and unable to eat, the fuck is cutting my already unhealthily low calorie intake going to do other than kill me faster?
I am going to have to find a new obgyn bc the one I’m going to now keeps bringing up my weight every 5m like … no, really, how many times do I have to tell you that I *do just fine* with anaesthesia and that I’ve been knocked out many times for surgery and testing and they do it to me all the time for my celiac biopsies and for having my teeth worked on so can we move on to scheduling my procedure please?
And that’s not counting the doctor who literally refused to perform tests on me for upwards of 2 years that would have found the TUMOR IN MY SPINE because he had already diagnosed me as You Fat, You Have Fat Problems, Only Problem Is Fat.
Like, no, dude, ACTUALLY I have a tumor in my spine and an autoimmune disease which you said you suspected but decided not to run the tests bc you decided I was a drug seeking fatty.
I should have sued his ass.
I saw a rheumatologist, he told me to lose weight to help with the pain. Here’s the advice he gave me on HOW to lose weight: 1) Write down EVERYTHING I eat. 2) count calories and try to lower my calorie intake. 3) weigh myself once a week. 4) increase exercise output. (I already walk like 2 miles a day or more depending on the school quarter)
With my obsessive personality that is just going to lead to me developing an eating disorder. I mean I’ve already thought in the past about starving myself to lose weight. My parents constantly blame all my health problems on my weight. An eating disorder would be fucking inevitable.
I’m not following that rheumy’s advice though. No eating disorder for this person.
Nnnngh. Good on you for not taking that advice and knowing yourself better than your doctor. ❤
I have major issues that have been going on since I was 12, which haven’t been getting effectively treated bc it would interfere with my fertility and debilitating pain does not eclipse ‘omg but babies’. The most recent treatment has masked but not addressed the underlying issue, as well as causing me to gain quite a bit of weight. I’ve been talking to various doctors about a more permanent solution that could actually let me live without pain. The repeated suggestion? “Try losing weight first, that’s probably what’s causing the problem in the first place.”
So if I lose the weight I gained BECAUSE OF THIS PROBLEM the problem will go away? Wow. Amaze. That won’t put me back to square one or anything. How could I not have seen it sooner.
its normal for you to find girls hot! you arent a predator i promise. being a wlw isnt all soft uwu girl crushes. you are allowed to be attracted to girls
When you are writing a story and refer to a character by a physical trait, occupation, age, or any other attribute, rather than that character’s name, you are bringing the reader’s attention to that particular attribute. That can be used quite effectively to help your reader to focus on key details with just a few words. However, if the fact that the character is “the blond,” “the magician,” “the older woman,” etc. is not relevant to that moment in the story, this will only distract the reader from the purpose of the scene.
If your only reason for referring to a character this way is to avoid using his or her name or a pronoun too much, don’t do it. You’re fixing a problem that actually isn’t one. Just go ahead and use the name or pronoun again. It’ll be good.
Someone finally spelled out the REASON for using epithets, and the reasons NOT to.
In addition to that:
If the character you are referring to in such a way is THE VIEWPOINT CHARACTER, likewise, don’t do it. I.e. if you’re writing in third person but the narration is through their eyes, or what is also called “third person deep POV”. If the narration is filtered through the character’s perception, then a very external, impersonal description will be jarring. It’s the same, and just as bad, as writing “My bright blue eyes returned his gaze” in first person.
Furthermore,
if the story is actually told through the eyes of one particular viewpoint character even though it’s in the third person, and in their voice, as is very often the case, then you shouldn’t refer to the characters in ways that character wouldn’t.
In other words, if the third-person narrator is Harry Potter, when Dumbledore appears, it says “Dumbledore appears”, not “Albus appears”. Bucky Barnes would think of Steve Rogers as “Steve”, where another character might think of him as “Cap”. Chekov might think of Kirk as “the captain”, but Bones thinks of him as “Jim”.
Now, there are real situations where you, I, or anybody might think of another person as “the other man”, “the taller man”, or “the doctor”: usually when you don’t know their names, like when there are two tap-dancers and a ballerina in a routine and one of the men lifts the ballerina and then she reaches out and grabs the other man’s hand; or when there was a group of people talking at the hospital and they all worked there, but the doctor was the one who told them what to do. These are all perfectly natural and normal. Similarly, sometimes I think of my GP as “the doctor” even though I know her name, or one of my coworkers as “the taller man” even though I know his. But I definitely never think of my long-term life partner as “the green-eyed woman” or one of my best friends as “the taller person” or anything like that. It’s not a sensible adjective for your brain to choose in that situation – it’s too impersonal for someone you’re so intimately acquainted with. Also, even if someone was having a one night stand or a drunken hookup with a stranger, they probably wouldn’t think of that person as “the other man”: you only think of ‘other’ when you’re distinguishing two things and you don’t have to go to any special effort to distinguish your partner from yourself to yourself.
This is something that I pretty consistently have to advise for those I beta edit for. (It doesn’t help that I relied on epithets a lot in the earlier sections of my main fic because I was getting into the swing of things.) I am reblogging this so fanfic writers can use this as a reference.
A good rule of thumb: a character’s familiarity with another character decreases the need for an epithet (and most times you really don’t need one at all).
Good writing advice.
My coworkers all want me to drink alcohol at the holiday party and are not accepting “I don’t like it” as an answer but like. Guys. I had one (1) cup of tea this morning and while riding the caffeine high scheduled an impulse tattoo appointment. Alcohol is the last thing I need in my life y’all.
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