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Cake day: June 13th, 2023

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  • I see stories like this a lot and can’t believe it. My wife was in a similar situation and had to get an emergency dnc, and still came close to dying from sepsis.

    The doctors were so on it, we waited in the ER for a while because they were packed but as soon as they took her blood and realized what was going on she was in surgery within the hour.

    Our son want even 2 at the time. If we were 30 minutes west she would’ve died. It’s absolutely fucking wild.

    How could anyone think this is right?







  • I have a couple pear trees in my back yard that I planted for my son when we was a baby. When my wife and I had a miscarriage on our 2nd and 3rd try we burried what we could with the pear trees, when out best cat died we burried him there, when my lizard that I’ve had for 12 years and went through hell with me died we burried her there, when my grandma died I burried some of her trinkets there.

    I don’t mow much back there and let the grass grow, just keeping the base of the trees clean. Sometimes I like to go sit in that overgrown grass under the trees. It feels safe and comforting, the bugs keep me company, one time I had a garden snake sliver over my shoes and just sit there for a while.


  • I once found a shirt I really liked at a thrift store for $2. It had a funky block design that I really liked and I thought I scored big because it looked like a fancy shirt that would’ve cost me $50 new.

    One day I spilled coffee on it and was devistated so my wife ordered me a new one without telling me. When it got here I was a little put off because the thought of wearing a tshirt that cost more than $20 kind of throws me off.

    I pressed her a little since at the time we weren’t doing super hot. Turns out it was a marshalls brand and cost like $12 to get delivered. I was increasingly more stoked than I was when I thought it was some designer brand.


  • Fun Little Story.

    I’m not big on the whole internet thing so I didn’t know about the whole Ivermectin thing until way later.

    Around the time that craze was really I was hospitalized for what turned out to be a tropical parasite (strongyloides) which the only place I had gone was deep in the mountains in a cold region so it was a big shocker when the test came back.

    They told me I needed Ivermectin and they were just waiting for approval, all the while I’m almost certain I’m dying, agonizing pain, at this point I was throwing up blood.

    After a while of “waiting for approval” I couldn’t take it anymore, like 2 weeks had passed and all they were doing was pumping me with morphine, which as a recovering addict I loved in the worst way. So I left the hospital I was at and went to another one. Went into the ER and told them the whole shibang, tropical parasite, I was told I need Ivermectin etc. And the second hospital basically told me to fuck off.

    Out of frustration I gave up, I called the first hospital and asked if they got approval and they said they were still waiting and would call me back.

    So I went home and basically waited to die, taking basically any opiod I could get my hands on. My neighbor who got me some stuff hung out with me one night and I told her the story, later on she brought me more stuff only this time she had ‘something else’ for me. I didn’t question it, just popped it back, never thought about it again until recently.

    I still don’t know what it was but I ended up recovering, the pills were harder to kick but I did it.

    I don’t know why the first hospital was so hesitant to give me the medication, if they didn’t have it or were worried about how it would look prescribing it. But fuck that place.

    I do wonder if they’re still in there and I’ll just drop dead one day but I’m off medicade now so doctor visits are out of the question.






  • I got my first dishwasher a few years ago and decided to go sort of all in and get a solid mid range one instead of the cheapest option because I was so excited to not have to do dishes.

    The fucking touch buttons are the worst fucking god damn bullshit pieces of shit I’ve ever experienced. From the jump even when they worked ‘properly’ it just felt weird, but a couple years later and half the time the touch doesn’t register. Sometimes there’s the slightest but of crud or water on there and the thing goes crazy and becomes super sensitive all of a sudden, usually I spend 5 minutes loading the dish washer and 10 minutes trying to get it to register which button I pushed.

    I want real physical buttons.

    Also while I’m on the topic I was highly disappointed to learn that you still have to wash food and stuf off of dishes before you put them in. I don’t know why I thought I could throw a plate with crusted lsagana on it the dishwasher but I did. I thought all dishwashers had some sort of garbage disposal thing built into it. They do not.


  • Those people stealing carts to sell them on the street are a god send.

    We had a guy in my old neighborhood who would come around once a week with various necessities that most people couldn’t afford otherwise. Sure he made decent money, but babies got fed, pantries got replenished, feminine products were given out if you bought stuff from him regularly.

    That might seem grimey to you, but that’s fine.