allergy PSA
mcAlisters deli is one of the restaurants that began adding trace amounts of sesame to their bread when it became legally required to treat it as an allergen and thus use appropriate measures to reduce cross contamination in manufacturing. (The ostensible excuse for this is that now it's supposed to have sesame in it, so that doesn't count as cross contamination.) The specific breads affected (that I know of) are the ciabatta and the baguette, but there may be more. If you have a sesame allergy, you will need to look on their website to see if the menu item you're looking at is safe to eat, even if you have eaten it before. I plan on writing a strongly worded letter tomorrow once the Benadryl and Prednisone wear off.
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I hate. HATE. That if you have an invisible illness, going to an instacare or hospital or ANY new doctor where you haven't "proven" yourself to them (fuck that too by the way) you have to basically DIE in front of the medical staff, and not just die, but die in a way that is "believable" and "couldn't be faked" in order for them to believe you are suffering and give you the good medications that will actually alleiviate your suffering.
Fuck this whole stupid system and the war on drugs and everything that has led humans to judge others to be undeserving of pain relief and medical care until they have suffering so severe even a baby can tell they are in agony.
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i was admitted to the psych ward in the summer of 2015. i was supposed to be taking a statistics class. obviously, due to being in the state of mind that leads one to get admitted, i did not go to the stats class after the first day. when i got discharged my college told me i could request that the incomplete besmirching my record be wiped if i wrote an appeal to some kind of. i dunno, board? i don’t remember. all i remember is the discharge paperwork wasn’t enough. i had to write an appeal. normally i would have been embarrassed. but it made me so furious. so i wrote 4 pages describing the experience of wanting to kill yourself and taking 10-15 mgs of stolen xanax a day for a month. describing the first part of my stay in the psych ward where i cried for 18 hours straight, not able to sleep even with all the trazadone they gave me. describing the fear of being discharged, shoved back into the real world after being fired from your job, and now you have 6 monthly medications you have to start paying for. i wrote all of this in a blind fury, submitted it. the whole time, hoping that whoever read it was made supremely uncomfortable by my candor. hoping that the view into my wretched ass existence gave them some perspective on how absurd it was that i needed to prove myself in the first place. made them rethink the need for someone in severe distress to beg for an exception in writing.
incomplete was wiped from my record without issue. no comments or feedback were received. it was just quietly wiped away.
i hope that motherfucker thought about me as they went to sleep that night.
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