Basic Glitch, acidiclybasicglitch@sh.itjust.works

No$hu - Fuck I.C.E. I.C.E. Baby

I went into a clothing store in the 90s and heard this song playing. I never heard it on the radio before or after that one day (I think it was in a fashion bug?), but it was memorable enough to stick in my head for the rest of that day and I seem to randomly remember it approximately once every decade.

Your post did it this decade.

Somebody asked me this question before I saw Blade Runner, and I just got really angry and confused and said something like “of course I would turn it over! Why wouldn’t I?”

We always used to joke about me being a replicant. Then the same person tried telling this story to my dad and he also got angry and confused and was like “Well why wouldn’t she turn it over?!?”

That was how I learned I’m probably a replicant but also descended from a long line of replicants.

You’re in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down…

NVM somebody beat me to it. Fuck. I guess I’ll just have to accept my new cyborg companions. Or just continue cutting toxic people out of my life regardless of if they’re cyborg or human. If that’s an option I would probably just do that until I’m also replaced by a cyborg.

I always avoid killing bees but I am terrified of wasps. I grew up getting stung by these fuckers constantly. That’s how I found out I’m allergic.

They’re extremely aggressive and live in giant nests together. If you kill one, it releases pheromones or something that signals to the others and they swarm. I would beg my parents to do something about them because they made life absolutely miserable, but they had this weird fatalist attitude about them like “the wasps were here long before we were. They’ll be here long after.”

Realized as an adult that decoy paper wasps nests are very cheap and work surprisingly well as a repellent. You can also just use a brown paper sack. Could have saved myself from some very traumatic encounters if I had known that sooner.

I saved this comment that @JoMiran@lemmy.ml made (different post, same community) when I scrolled by it a few weeks ago.

This is a Lemmy gold worthy comment (imo), but also want to make sure they get credit:

A second chance means a chance to do it right, and learn from the mistakes of others.

Here’s a good place to start: Nazi Billionaires: The Dark History of Germany’s Wealthiest Dynasties

We should really be doing a better job keeping track of the current line of Nazi billionaires being created in the U.S.

I can’t begin to tell you how much of a relief it would be to learn that an occult curse is the real reason standard of living in the U.S. has been on such a steep decline since Reagan (and the Heritage Foundation) took office.

Paper wasps have a unique perspective of “provoked.”

I was tired so I just decided to land and rest on your head. Why are you provoking me?

I was building a nest in the only door you use to come in and out of your house. When you tried to leave, I flew directly into your path and basically body checked you. Why are you provoking me?

“My life is falling apart, and things somehow seem to keep getting worse with each day that passes. So, you know, just living the dream.”

Or if you want to keep it brief, “Pretty sure I must have pissed somebody off in another lifetime.”

Had a c-section on a Thursday afternoon. For some reason, late Friday afternoon my doctor said I had to confirm if I wanted her to order any pain medication because no doctor would be on the floor overnight.

Still don’t understand why I had to confirm ordering the meds, instead of her just leaving an order in case it was needed. Anyway, I asked if the epidural had fully worn off and if I was already in as much pain as I would be in. She said “yeah pretty much,” so I declined. Turns out that wasn’t true.

A few hours later, a nurse came in to my room to check on why I was just letting my newborn keep screaming. She found me squirming around like a turtle on its back and sobbing while my husband was snoring and sleeping through all of it.

I remember telling her I could feel my stitches tearing every time I tried to move (they weren’t, it just felt like it). I was begging for anything to help with the pain, but since the doctor left without putting in an order for any medication, she couldn’t even give me Tylenol.

So far in my life, that has definitely been my most physically painful experience.

Holy fuck. It can simulate large samplings or it can just hallucinate some nonsensical BS that completely misinterprets the data it gathers in order to agree with the phrasing of the person who created the prompt.

Do the majority of people trust their doctors and nurses? Maybe. Or, maybe it depends on the context of the question.

Do I trust my doctors and nurses are a better source of information than random internet advice and AI generated slop? I would hope so.

Do I trust that the American healthcare system is set up to prioritize the health and well-being of the patient over maximizing profits and forcing healthcare workers to adhere to standardized time allotments of 10 to 15 minutes for every patient interaction regardless of the individual case? Absolutely not.

This should have been such a straightforward case too.

Mr. Hylton’s condition deteriorated in the ICU, and despite orders, there are no CIWA assessments, no intake/output monitoring, and no MD assessments for pain and/or change in mental status despite the RN’s non-contemporaneous note indicating mental status change in a patient diagnosed with alcohol withdrawal and a history of alcohol withdrawal seizures for which he had "previously been given Keppra."

Hylton, who was admitted around 11 a.m., became unresponsive early the next morning around 4:30 a.m., the complaint says.

“Mr. Hylton slid down in bed, his eyes rolled back and he … exhibited seizure-like activity, vomited, became bradycardic and code was called,” the complaint alleges. “He was intubated, but he could not be resuscitated, and he was pronounced dead.”

What the fuck were they even trying to do? Some kind of tough love/cold turkey approach? Honestly wouldn’t be surprised bc I’ve heard a lot of ignorant pieces of shit suggest that should be standard protocol for opiate withdrawal.

Aside from that being intentionally and unnecessarily cruel, there’s this tricky thing about alcohol withdrawal vs withdrawal from other “more serious” substances, where you can literally fucking die. That’s exactly what happened.

Willingness to be the parent you needed growing up, but also be able to really reflect on the job you’re doing, and make sure you’re not somehow projecting your own bullshit on to your relationship with your child.

Willingness to give yourself some grace when you can’t always be the parent you wish you could be, but along with accepting that you’re only human, accepting accountability and acknowledging when things go wrong.

Be willing to apologize to your child/acknowledge when you mess up, and remember that they learn how to resolves conflict and handle the mistakes they make by watching how you handle yours. If you were in the wrong, don’t just convince yourself that you get a pass for being human/being the “adult” in charge. Talk to your child about what happened.

I also feel like it’s very important in general not to try to hide reality from kids. You have to have the difficult conversations, and not just the birds and the bees. (That’s actually the easier side of the “difficult to talk about” spectrum).

You need to talk to your kids when people they love get sick, when people lose their jobs and are under stress, when money is tight. There are certainly different ways you have to handle explaining situations to a kid vs an adult, but it’s such a terrible idea to just plaster on a smile, sweep things under a rug to buy yourself time, and pretend everything is ok when your kid can clearly tell something is wrong.

When you refuse to communicate anything about what’s really going on, you leave people (both adults and kids) with no choice but to come up with their own explanations. Often kids just default to blaming themselves, and your attempt to protect/shield them from reality only ends up doing more harm.

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