#send appointment reminders

[insufferablemod]

helathcare system plz...

[the-trans-dragon]

Two robots doing their jobs exactly as programmed by humans :3

[mdemn]

the lengths i have just gone through to forge a doctors note to get me out of work through thursday because my chronic illness (that i couldn’t disclose to my work due to potential discrimination & having my application turned down) has me in insurmountable pain… it’s actually crazy if you think about it. living in america!!!!!!!!!!! nothing like it 🫶🏾 /neg

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞

[scarletfish]

trying to refill adhd meds is genuinely insane. bc the SECOND I bring up medication they're like "WOAH BOY, slow down there, are you perchance trying to open the biggest black market operation this city has ever seen?? are you gonna sell adderall to all your friends?? to those KIDS over there?!?" and I have to be like "please ma'am I've had this diagnosis for seven years now" and they go "7 YEARS?!?! your file says SIX" and I go "aw shucks, you caught me. I wonder if there is a very common symptom that could cause me to misconstrue time. and dates. I wonder what that could be attributed to, I wish the modern miracle of medicine could impart this wisdom upon us" and then they take out a gun and shoot me because I haven't had an annual physical in two years

[pantherpilz]

@ my chronically ill peeps: you don't owe anyone the extra effort it takes to pretend that you are ok. You don't need to pretend, even if it makes people upset, downright furious even.

You will have people who get upset at you for being chronically ill, because surprise!! your condition is chronic and no matter how many times they ask: no, it did not get better overnight. No, not even after trying -thing-

It's ok to be chronically ill, it's not a moral failing or your fault, you are NOT a burden. Sometimes shit just happens. And the people who do matter? They will stick around, even if you're having a particularly bad day or when you simply don't have the energy to put a fake smile on your face.

Chronically ill people do not need to try harder, to grow despite our illness and be a "success story".

You are not a failure for having to rely on people or for being dependent on medication.

If you're not chronically ill, be prepared for the answer to the question of "How are you?" or "Are you OK?" It will not always be what you want to hear.

[peachcitt]

going to an eye appointment expecting to be berated for my shit dog ass vision just like usual except queer people work there so instead im complimented and called lovely like an endearment

[katsudonkitten]

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[moth-mart]

I think just maybe Sona's dynamic with God is not having a good effect on him

[arodrwho]

finally getting around to making an appointment to attempt adhd medication again. filling out this questionnaire and having to remind myself that "oh practically never i have a System" should actually be "often" bc if it was not a problem. i would not need a System

[spideyhexx]

and I’m sad now :)

[lovebaybayme]

I hope the price of letter stamp didn't change in last 6 months, because I don't have different ones and definitly not goint to post office to check it.

Sending contracts with post is so weird

[batboybisexualism]

my stupid fucking doctor not only waited too long to submit my top surgery authorization but she put it down as an inpatient procedure when it's an outpatient procedure so now they have to postpone the surgery until april 23rd when it was supposed to be this fucking tuesday I'm going to fucking kill someone

[tcypionate]

its so great that i ran out of the 1 medicine that keeps me from having chronic respiratory infections the moment my mom may have covid

[verystressedcollegestudent]

man i REALLY hate group projects

[rememberwren]

Tattoo artist!simon giving fem!reader your first tattoo.

He was highly recommended, though the wait list to even get a consultation with him was weeks out.

Physically he is intimidating: tall and broad and fit. The facemask isn’t terribly out of place, not in a post-Covid society. You find yourself giving too much eye contact, staring at what you can see of him: his eyes. Dark, with long lashes. Surprisingly expressive brows.

The shop is clean and well lit. He takes customers by appointment only, so it’s just the two of you.

You stammer over your words as you try to describe your vision for the tattoo, but he listens patiently: still and attentive, trying to see your same vision.

He exchanges private numbers with you (enters his name in your phone as GHOST) and within the week he’s sending three separate mock up images, each better than the last.

It isn’t until he reminds you to wear something appropriate that you fully acknowledge the gravity of just where you plan to let this man tattoo you—but you’ve already put down a deposit and it’s too late to back out now.

You wear pasties, applied with shaking hands in his tiny, clean bathroom. No bra, you suck in a deep breath and push down the straps of your spaghetti strap shirt and give him access to your sternum.

He’s a total professional. It’s in your mind only that his gloved-hands linger on you. It’s wishful thinking that his thumb soothingly strokes the space above your heart when you flinch in pain.

The praise is harder to ignore. He mutters it so distractedly that you have no doubt it is just instinct: “Good…that’s it…breathe through it…doing well…you’re taking it so well…”

He has to stop twice because you can’t seem to sit still, your panties soaked and cunt throbbing. His dark eyes glitter knowingly, mouth quirking beneath his facemask.

It’s almost a relief when he’s done, when you haven’t terminally embarrassed yourself. When you’re one step closer to getting home and rubbing one out with his spooky moniker on your tongue.

“You sat well,” he says. He hesitates. “I’d give you a discount. If you ever wanted to come back.”

But then the charged moment is ruined by his shop co-owner, piercer “Soap” appearing in the doorway, flashing his tongue ring at you and letting you know nipple piercings are buy one get one free.