

Wow that is a really great way of putting it


Wow that is a really great way of putting it


Asshole was trying to teach you “how the real world works” by touting self care as paramount and then assigning seemingly higher value tasks to test your penchant for a good “work-life balance”. I’d feel betrayed too!


Same! And I grew up in the Midwest/south. I first heard of it from the show The Watchmen and really thought it was part of the fictional narrative until I got curious and looked it up. Terrible, and also terrible that it stayed so hidden.


Wow I didn’t know that. Dark.


I mean that there is just universal health care here, so I don’t have to worry like i did in the US about not working a job that offered insurance as a benefit. Therefore, owning a business was always a non-starter for me. But here, it’s something I just never worry about. And I have recently begun the process of opening my own business.


Was a nurse, had many patients with advanced dementia over the years. Unfortunately as a result, my answer is “their own feces” as they just have no idea what is what anymore.
Usually some variation of this situation: poop gets on their hands because their trying to swat helpers away who are cleaning them up, then ultimately curious about what’s on their hands before one of us can clean those too, and their fingers end up in their mouth. Same people who refuse to participate meaningfully in eating or drinking anything suitable, with or without assistance.
No one should have to keep living like that. And yet, 60% or more of them were full fucking code. Get your wishes in writing and notarized, placed on file and communicate them with your family or whomever will be point person/people near the end of your time here. Because the default is “do everything” and the reality is, many people suffer for a very long time because of that.


The term ExPat has a pretty classist/racist undertone (we are immigrants, but that has a negative connotation so let’s not use that word), but having said my peace on that, Norway. Hands down. Best place. Safe, no one bothers you, etc etc. Taxes are high, but I can start a business without worrying about losing my health insurance so, yeah.


In my time spent as a nurse, and I guess also just as a person alive for 45 years, elderly people taking a fall is the beginning of the end. The cascade of events that occur as a result of the initial fall is tantamount in my view to terminal cancer. That’s the end. There is no substantial recovery and problems compound.
Stay upright out there!


If the quote seems too good to be true, it probably is.
Photograph/log everything you pack, then photograph/log again as you unpack.
Expect to wait for your things so long you wonder why you even bothered.


«Now that I’m older, I can disregard the safety of others on the road without consequence” isn’t the brag you think it is.


Your body starts breaking down long before you’re ready or expected, despite every warning you heard your whole life.


True true… but it was situated like, fully reclined. One idea was that knuckleheads placed it there as a prank, bro. But the other, probably more reasonable, is your idea.


Memory loss/amnesia. It works as a plot device but how often it shows up in media makes it seem like, well that’s what happens when you get bonked on the head. Amnesia is actually pretty rare.
CPR/shocking: I was so grateful that Dr. Robby called this out on The Pitt, you can’t shock asystole (flatline). Well, you can but it’s good for fuck all. I get why CPR is done poorly, if you do it for real you’re probably gonna break ribs. But they could do it as fast as it’s supposed to go at least. The dramatic pushes 3 seconds apart is also good for fuck all.


When I was 16 I swerved to miss a recliner in the roadway (yeah you read that right) and ended up careening off the road down an embankment. As soon as I was stopped at the bottom, I was convinced I had to clear the area because obviously the car was about to explode. It did not. So anyway that was my first and worst car accident. Why there was a recliner in the roadway is a mystery I will never solve.


It takes time to become the Hawkeye of any workplace. For me, I feel like I currently am, but it was probably the first 2 of now 5 years of keeping my head down, listening but not contributing to gossip, apologising and correcting “mistakes” that were pointed out, saying yes to extra shifts, etc. But after a while I became someone relied on by all as a truth teller and a solid employee. I sometimes even tell people when explaining my workflow/training, “but I do what I want”. I can always justify my actions even if there is another or zero policy, and my opinion is generally valued. A blessing and a curse, as now the expectations on me are simply higher than for others in similar roles. But, I do what I want.
I think the situation from Defending Your Life or Eternity seems pretty neat for an afterlife, but realistically I think that the best we can hope for a “heaven” is living on in good memories from those we leave behind.
Being reincarnated into a well-loved house cat would be pretty dope too.
But ultimately I think our consciousness just stops and we return to the same state we didn’t exist in, before we existed.
No one has a broken webcam in 2026. Especially if ahes supposedly a company CEO, like that is a solved-today problem if it was ever true.
Also unless your dad is also loaded, there’s not a ton of incentive for a successful woman in her early forties to start a romance with someone nearly twice her age, I mean that may sound awful but I’m a woman and that’s just pragmatic. A long distance gamble on a set of old balls? If she’s just in to older men, I’m sure there are plenty in a 10 minute vicinity, she doesn’t need to fw men on the other side of the country.
He didn’t know how they worked, or? Like might as well take them away.


I heard the word “orderves” maybe 100 times, and read the word Hors d’Oeuvres also like a hundred times before I realized they were the same word. So no.
The reality of life-saving measures in health care, and why a having a DNR (that isn’t a surprise to your loved ones) is so important.