I could function in a society that had an actual nightlife that isn't synonymous with just clubbing. Where are the night markets what if I want to go to the library at midnight

Never gonna know them, but shoutout to the healthcare workers who are breaking the law to help their patients get life-saving care. I'll never see an article about you because knowing you would risk everything including jail time. Nurses who lie on medical records so their patients can get abortions. Doctors making up shit so their patients can have HRT.

Wherever you are, you are keeping your promise to help your patient.

My mom is dead so she can’t get in trouble for this.

Many years ago when she was still healthy enough to work, she was the manager at one of those select-your-own-tests labs. They didn’t take insurance, which meant they had no insurance department, which meant it was actually cheaper sometimes than even getting the same test elsewhere WITH insurance, so her clientele often came in with doctor’s orders, and it is about one such patient I’m about to tell you. He was four years old and had leukemia.

At 3am the day my mom did his labs, she got a stat call. “Stat call” means “drop everything, contact the doctor, these numbers are outside the acceptable range and urgency is required.” She woke me to drive her to the lab so she could try to get in touch with the doctor on the way and say “I live five minutes from the lab I want you on the phone as soon as I get those numbers from my email.”

The doctor did not pick up.

Standard protocol at this point is to wait 20 minutes and call again, repeat until you get an answer.

My mom was not allowed to interpret lab numbers. She didn’t have the official credentials. But she was a medical assistant and had self-taught a lot of medicine to make herself a better MA (call it unofficial continuing education), and she took one look at this little boy’s numbers, and she had to make a judgement call. That call ended up being “Mrs. X, this is Catie from [lab name]. I received a stat call for your son and can’t reach the doctor. I’m not legally allowed to interpret these numbers for you. But pick an ER, I will call them and send the numbers and have them waiting for you. Go NOW. Don’t wait. I cannot stress enough how urgent it is that you GO RIGHT NOW.”

Had she chosen law over life, that little boy would have been dead by morning.

Instead she risked years in prison and being stripped of her license to practice. She got cupcakes and a thank-you card instead. As far as I know, the boy went on to make a full recovery.

When I think of my mom, this is what I want her to be remembered for. Nobody could ever know while she was alive. I want everyone to know now.

(And if you’re a 14-year-old on this website in 2023, and this sounds eerily corroborative to a story your mom has told you, and you grew up in Arizona, hi. My mom would love to meet you if she was still alive. But in her absence, will you tell me how you’re doing? I’ll tell her the next time I get up to her grave. She’d like to know.)

discovering the queer country scene has honestly been so healing because most queer musicians i've seen recommended for years i just couldn't really connect with because it wasn't the sort of music i listened to or had investment in and with queer country it's like. yes. this is the language i speak in. this is Fuck You, I Belong Here Too, not just as a queer person in the country but as a rural person among (sub)urban queers, and saying it with a laugh. when will my hometown take pride in me, goddamn it

Drop the list!!

FIRST: rachel holst does the adobe & teardrops blog as well as the rainbow rodeo newsletter & zine. look into the black opry also, there are plenty of black queer country/folk/americana artists & there is a lot of collaboration between them and other queer country/folk/americana musicians

my personal list:

back away from my mutual slowly

ST Eras / Round 1 / Poll 4

i am just an animal why am i doing all this

my toxic trait is getting mad at people for being fucking stupid on the internet, the main place people famously flock to be fucking stupid

I loathe the take that everyone in the party talks shit about Mike behind his back. Think about it, really imagine you overhear your friends/crush making fun of you and just generally talking shit about you. Sucks right? If this was any way close to canon I wouldn't ship byler and the whole friend group would need to be thrown away.

Story idea: two non-emotional sapient robots pretend to be in love with each other to convince their human inventors that they are truly sapient and be allowed to decide things for themselves. 

The ruse is kept up for several weeks before it’s figured out that both of the robots are mechanically incapable of experiencing romantic attraction and have been lying this entire time. The humans actually decide that this actually makes a stronger case for human-like sapience than “love” alone would. Most animals can probably experience an emotional state comparable to love; but this stunt they pulled clearly shows they have self-serving interests, are willing to lie for personal gain, can trust each other to keep up the lie, can predict how others will respond to incomplete or false information, and perform long-term planning. 

@eleilinnrallin

If you have bodily autonomy, then there is always a chance that you will do something to your body that you will regret. This is not an argument for taking that autonomy away.

There is a much, much higher chance that someone who is not you will do something to your body that you regret.

i am at the very beginning of the rest of my life. this truth will not change with age

Put your height in the tags

Another fun game you get made to play EVERY SINGLE DAY

Like, I'm not saying that this is a good thing, but it's kind of bleakly entertaining how over the course of my life my skill set as an online researcher has gone from being:

It's always interesting when my posts about technical writing end up doing numbers on librarian Tumblr. I guess we have something in common!

walkin

y'all want some fumking cat?

Buddy, friend, mate, pal-o, why did you reblog this so many times? How many times did you even reblog it? Why did you fill my dash with this cat?

i do not know how many times i have reblogged it

but i have reached the post limit once today amd i,xm not afraid to reach it again