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I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes

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AHAHA I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE

MINE IS ALSO AMOGUS

Also for reference purposes lol

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Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.

At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.

Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.

It was Coney Island in the early 1900’s. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and “Lionel the Lion-Faced Man,” was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.

The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.

Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.

Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then “placed in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.

His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.

An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.

The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.

Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.

Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his “graduates.

According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couney’s exhibits “offered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.”

Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didn’t want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.

In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History

In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the city’s first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.

Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improved—thanks to Couney and the carnival babies.

https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/

Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney

New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen

Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton

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the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.

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if you have like 20 variations of 1 fandom, count that as 1

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Attempting to do a little writing when I’ve been too busy to for a couple months now

Wah I forgot how hard this could be haha

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Sometimes I forget I have Among Us characters and a planned story... I just can't find the motivations tho. However, it won't stop me now from making some comfort doodles.

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hi sigurdheads. sigurd nation as you will. lethal company sigurd. that sigurd. Can we talk about this

normal text on the back of the microwave? wrong. look at the transcript ( provided by my lovely friend @85-rend ):

H. E. ELECTRONICS ™

WARNING: HIGH VOLTAGE

Do not tamper with electronic. Do not tamper with Sigurd.

Now I will repeat some microwave related facts which would go on an instructional sticker on a micro wave:

Repeat as follows:

Father loves you, Sigurd. Father loves you, Sigurd.

Father loves you, Sigurd. Father loves you, Sigmond.

MODEL 516-JD567

i also went looking for the texture in the current public build of the game (v72) and here it is. definitely absolutely for certain there. good LORD it drives me crazy

why is this here??? almost centuries after his death!!!! what's going on here!!! IT'S BEEN DRIVING ME CRAZY ALL DAY

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Waiting for arrival

OUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH BACKROUND PRACTICE mmmmmmmmmmmm i think i did ok!!☝️☝️☝️

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I am not a "content creator" I am a writer and artist. I do not make the works that an audience demands, or that I think will be popular. I make the works that I'm passionate about, when I'm passionate about them.

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idk why, but for some reason i find photoshopped pictures of poptart boxes with fake ridiculous, outrageous flavor names to be the funniest freaking thing

like this is hysterical