i know this was ages ago but

US vs UK healthcare

I am not the smartest person in the world, nor even close to the smartest person I know. Nor have I visited the vast majority of countries on this magnificent planet. But I did happen to move from the US to the U.K. two and a half years ago at the age of 37, i.e. after almost four decades of inhabiting an incredibly hairy human body. Thus I’ve had a good deal of experience as a patient, or as they call you in the US, a consumer of American healthcare before moving to the UK to experience the NHS for two-plus years as a father of three, a husband of a woman whose reproductive system is more glorious and has more complex needs than my own, and as a person whose own body is subject to the ravages of gravity, time, and secret Oreo milkshakes from Five Guys.
What I’m getting at is that I’m in a pretty good position to speak with some degree of clarity on the NHS as it compares to the American healthcare system. And here’s the verdict: the NHS is superior. That isn’t to say it’s perfect; no healthcare system is or can be. People (myself included) have and will continue to complain about their healthcare, wherever they receive it, because medicine is treating your body, or your loved one’s body. It is not performing the far less important and less fraught tasks of selling you a car or fixing your mobile’s broken screen or painting your house or making you a sandwich (though to be fair both the NHS or UCLA Santa Monica Hospital in Los Angeles will make you a reasonably good sandwich if you have to stay in hospital.) Medicine is treating your body! Your hearing, your intestines, your tits! Sometimes even your… nodes! The delicacy of this, and the emotions involved are going to leave you with a mixed bag of feelings, even if you achieve the optimal results of whatever it is you went in for.
​I should also make clear that I’m comparing the US healthcare system with the NHS of today. The NHS constantly in the headlines for being cash-strapped and worse than it was in the past. Is it? It sounds to me like it is, but I don’t personally know, and that’s not the purpose of this piece. The purpose of this piece is to tell you that the NHS of this exact moment in 2017 is better that the private healthcare systems in the US. (I have to pluralize “systems” because there is, sadly, no one unified “system” in the US, much to the detriment of so many millions of Americans. I must also make clear that most Americans receive their healthcare privately, unlike the U.K.)
​How is it better? I will say right away that just like in the U.K., my loved ones and I have received generally very good medical care in the US. The American doctors and nurses are mostly kind people, working hard, sincerely interested in helping others. Unfortunately these doctors and nurses are paid with money the hospital receives from health insurance companies. And health insurance companies are motivated by profit, not by successfully setting your broken shoulder or curing your daughter’s leukemia. Those results aren’t discussed in their shareholders’ calls. And insurance companies don’t pay for all your care either. My wife and I, who had what’s considered excellent insurance in the US, received bills for about $1,300 after each of our first two kids were born. When we were in the US on holiday recently, our youngest required an emergency ultrasound on his kidneys. As we’ve been in the UK for years now, we don’t have American health insurance anymore and I had to pay a $500 deposit before they would do the test. On my baby’s kidneys. In the richest country in the world, in which I still pay plenty of taxes as a citizen. Also it was my baby’s kidneys if I haven’t already said that.
​As an aside, that same baby was our first to be born in the UK, with the help of a young Scottish midwife in a hijab. A midwife who, I’ll add, did a better job than both the doctors who delivered our first two kids at UCLA Santa Monica Hospital. If there are better people than British midwives on this planet, I have yet to meet them.
​I’ve digressed a bit, or perhaps not, but I suppose thefse anecdotes only bolster my case. The main point is this: if our bodies and minds are connected as modern medicine insists, the stress one feels as an American worrying about how you’ll pay for your healthcare – or whether you can even get it – shortens your life and reduces its quality much more than the wait for knee replacement surgery on the NHS does. I used knee replacement surgery as an example because if you need emergency surgery on your brain or your heart, you won’t wait on the NHS; you’ll have world-class doctors doing their best to fix you right away.
​Fifteen years ago, I had to max out two credit cards and borrow a third from mom to pay for surgery to put a pin in a broken wrist after a car accident. (My insurance company had dropped my coverage after the accident because I was generating too many bills for them. That was 100% legal before the Affordable Care Act, aka “Obamacare” came into effect. The Obamacare which President-Elect Trump and the Republican Congress have pledged to repeal, mind you.

​Now before you send me flowers because you agree so vehemently with what I’ve written, or alternately, to tell me via Twitter to make love to myself because an NHS doctor once sewed your arm back on upside down, nobody asked me to write this and I have nothing to gain from it. I’m just a (nearly) forty-year-old comedian who does a graceful, elaborate jig every time my wife or kids or I visit a GP, an A and E, a birth centre, or an operating theatre and don’t have to worry if we’ll A) receive the care we need or B) be able to afford it, even if we have insurance.
​Americans forego care and medicine that their physicians prescribe, because of cost. They also commit suicide because of medical debt. It’s hard to hold in one’s mind the idea that those things can and do happen in a country as wealthy as the United States.

​I hesitate to end this piece with a call to action, though I know what I’d do if I were a U.K. citizen and something as remarkable as the NHS were under threat. I pay taxes here too, but I’m not British, so it’s up to you, if you care. I wouldn’t wish sickness on anyone, but you might consider imagining yourself or your child moving or traveling to the US and getting sick or being in an accident. Then imagine that already miserable experience magnified because you’re marinating in the fear that you won’t be able to pay for your care. Or maybe you can with a credit card, but then you can’t keep up with the payments so you begin to receive aggressive phone calls from the company the hospital sold your debt to. Maybe you get taken to court.
​If that’s not something you’d like to experience, and you think the NHS of today is closer to that scenario than the NHS of ten years ago, or if you think that there are those in government or on the boards of private healthcare corporations who might be okay with that sort of future unfolding, what might you do about it? Anything?

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note: I submitted this to a couple of papers to see if they’d publish before I posted it here. Right wing papers I tried first said no. Then a left wing paper wanted to make it more hopeful and have me tell people what to do at the end. Or maybe they all just thought it sucked. That’s also a possibility.

anonymous asked:

Hey, this is a bit of a weird question, but it's been bugging me for ages but I don't know how to word it XD if you said something to someone that could be seen as rude, are you actually being rude or is it just a joke? Cause you said something to one of my friends a few months ago and she took it as an insult and was crying and stuff :/ just need to know if you would ever genuinely want to do that or if it was just light teasing? Thank you and sorry :)

WH- I would never- well I don’t know which sentence specificly- But I rly- RLY never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings..(unless it’s that rudeass anons- but that’s only happened twice and you can DEFINITELY tell if I’m mad or not).

So.. I honestly not sure..

Would you care to send me the specific sentence I told her..?

anonymous asked:

Hello, I just read your post about Bum's self care (I loved it) and the last part when you talked about the four years between high school and college left me wondering: how old are Bum and Sanwoo? Did they finish college? And also, do you know anything about the military service Korean men do? Is it mandatory? I hope you can answer :)

Hey anon! That’s an interesting question and I did some research before. Sangwoo and Bum’s age are still a mystery, but there are some hints.

1) In ch 1 Bum says that he entered college 4 years late. So we can assume that the age difference between them is roughly the same.
2) Officer Park said in ch 2 that it’s been 3 years ago that Sangwoo’s parents were killed. He also says that Sangwoo was still in highschool when it happened. According to Wikipedia students graduate between 17 and 19.
3) Bum and Sangwoo were both in their first year at college and were in the same class in the second semester. Around that time Bum was invited to the physical examination of the military and assigned to active duty. (I’m surprised he was assigned to military duty because he’s not just underweight but also mentally unstable.) Sangwoo started his military duty probably at the same time. I’m honestly not sure if they had to take a break from college or if they were able to postpone it until graduation. Though it looks like they went back to college, so I guess they took a break.
4) Military duty is mandatory and goes for 2 years, depending on which branch you join. 21 months for the army or Marines, 23 months in the Navy, 24 months in the Air Force (according to Wikipedia).
5) Bum stalked Sangwoo and tried to get into his house for several months. (Though I’m suprised it took him so long. He assumed it’s a four digit code. Based on this he would’ve have covered all possibilities after 24 tries.)
6) In ch 14 Sangwoo claims to be 20. But that was most likely a lie because he also said that he didn’t go through military training yet.

So it’s 12 months (college) + 21 months (military duty) + ? months (stalking after military) = 33+x months. These are already 3 years. If Sangwoo is indeed 20 he must have been close to graduation (and 17 years old) when his parents died. This looks a little bit impossible and might be a small mistake from Koogi’s side. Who could have guessed that the fandom goes into in depth analyses of the characters’ ages? My guess would be that he’s 22-24. I base that on his lie when he said that he’s 20 and added 2 years of military service that he already completed, but didn’t mention to Bum’s landlady. The landlady also mentions that her daughter is 24 and that she thinks Sangwoo could be around that age. I think her intuition isn’t far off. According to this Bum would be 26-28. In ch 2 Sangwoo calls Bum “middle aged” and in ch 14 his reaction to Bum’s ID is “woah so old”, but I guess this is exaggerated and he’s just degrading Bum. He probably just didn’t expect Bum to be older than him because let’s be honest Bum looks like 12, and Sangwoo probably didn’t consider that Bum entered college 4 years late.

I hope this wasn’t too confusing. Thanks for your ask :)

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Here we go. Forgive me if there’s typos or anything, because I wrote this on my phone, it’s nearly 2am, and I’ve been fighting a headache for hours. Let me know if there’s anything I need to fix and I’ll whip out my laptop tomorrow to fix it up!

@chocobro-daydreams since you wanted to see this 😘

Your eyes were closed to the damp, dark night, and with each breath that brought the cool air into your lungs, you felt more and more at peace. The midsummer sun had lowered itself behind the tree line ages ago, leaving no sign of its previous appearance in the sky, and it brought with it a feeling of deliverance, so to speak.

All morning, Gladio had insisted, or rather pleaded with puppy eyes, upon exploring the expanse of wilderness surrounding the cabin, so all afternoon the two of you were left sweltering under the burning sun while mapping out the countless trails in the valley. You could still smell the sweat lingering on your burned skin. Your nose wrinkled at this. A shower sounded welcoming, but it seemed that wouldn’t happen anytime soon because either there was a blockage from not being used in quite a while or something with the whole set up was entirely broken.

Currently, Gladio labored away in the bathroom, tinkering with whatever tools he found in the cabinets to see if he could get the water running properly. He promised that he could at least do that for his princess, although he couldn’t promise that the water would be hot.

Opening your eyes, you sighed and let your fingers trail over the rough wood stairs you sat on. Being clean was nice, but not necessary at the moment. The two of you were both rather sweaty and disgusting from your adventures, so you might as well be disgusting together.

But, he insisted.

A smile crept onto your lips as you traced overtop the little patterns in the wood and gazed out at the fireflies that had emerged from the tree line. Gladio would honestly drop anything for you, and you adored that about him. His undying love and loyalty. But, damn it, you wished he would take some time for himself and join you out on the deck. The scenery was gorgeous, almost too much so for words to do it any justice. Beyond the stairs was a wide gravel path that curved its way through the forest and back to the main road miles away, and the Regalia sat parked off to the side. A small meadow of tall grasses and summer wild flowers populated the opposite side of the drive, and gradually sloped gently to the sandy bank of a slow-moving creek.

The creek.

Suddenly, that seemed like a much better option than listening to the occasional curses coming from within the cabin, though Gladio had been quiet for quite some time now. Smirking slightly, you admitted to yourself that practicality wasn’t the only reason bathing in the creek with Gladio was such an excellent idea.

It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been a couple; The thought of him stripped of his clothes beneath the night sky caused your cheeks to burn.

“God damn it,” You hissed to yourself, suddenly even more impatient that before. “Hurry up Gladio.”

Ten minutes passed, or maybe more? Your shoulder rested against the deck railing, and with each passing moment creeping further into the night, you grew weary of waiting. While the sun had vanished, the humidity in the air still left you feeling particularly sticky, and that can only be tolerable for so long before it expand dreadfully miserable.

Suddenly, a huge crash from within the cabin jolted you from your sluggishness, almost causing you to crack your head directly off of the wooden beam. It sounded as if dozens and dozens of metal tools had just clattered to the floor individually. Silence followed.

Then, “FUCK.” Gladio swore as another violent crash sounded, but this time caused directly by him chucking the tools back into a cabinet.

Immediately, you snorted and buried your face in your hands. Oh my god, Gladio. To hear him lose his composure over a freaking shower was hilarious. His footsteps grew louder, coming towards the door, and you tried to stifle your laughter before he opened it and made a scene for laughing at him, but you couldn’t hide the ridiculously guilty smile on your face. Honestly, you looked a bit like Prompto after he made an awful pun and was trying not to laugh at himself.

Wordlessly, Gladio sat down beside you, shirtless, barefooted, and covered in more sweat than during your hike earlier. You’d be drooling over him if not for the laughter you were trying to contain. When he continued to say nothing, you teased him, “Sounds like you were having fun.”

His dark eyes turned to you wistfully. “Amicitia’s are not meant to be plumbers. I would rather take on the Archaeon himself than do that again.”

You knew Gladio wasn’t as riled up over it as he seemed, but he was definitely disappointed that he couldn’t get it working for you. Playfully, you punched his thigh and drawled, “Oh, come on, a shower or the Archaeon? That’s a pretty bold claim, or that’s one tough fucking shower.”

Finally, his face broke into a grin. “It’s one helluva shower. Don’t know how long it’s been since someone used it,” Then, it softened to reveal his disappointment. “But it doesn’t look like we’ll be using it. Sorry, princess.”

Gently, you rested your palm on his leg and rubbed little circles with your thumb. “That’s alright, you did your best.” You paused, biting your lip as you turned to face him. One hand rested upon his tattooed shoulder while the other laid on his chest. “I have a better idea anyway.”

A smirk formed from your lips as Gladio raised an eyebrow inquisitively. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you closer against his warm skin, but you quickly smacked his hands away. “Someone’s feisty,” The timbre of his voice lowered; he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

You almost whined in response. Almost. You fought to ignore the way your body so quickly began to ache for him, and instead trailed your fingertips down his chest. Down, down, with feathery touches across his abdomen. Gladio’s skin shivered beneath your touch. Your fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, daring to go closer, but not committing to it. Mimicking him, you grinned, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

His lips parted to reply, but he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your hand suddenly grabbing him through his pants.

In a flash, you wiggled out of his embrace and darted down the stairs, giggling mischievously at the star struck expression he wore. Gladio blinked. “What the hell??”

You stood, a smiling figure illuminated by the light seeping from the cabin windows, and curled your finger at him, “Come here, big boy.” You pulled your shirt from over your head, and before your hands had even moved to unbutton your shorts, Gladio had nearly sprung up from the stairs. He moved swiftly, discarding his pants faster than you could remove your own.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” His arms swept beneath your legs, picking you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder. He started for the water, and you began to squeal.

He was going to throw you in, the motherfucker.

You had wanted to go in the water, but not like this, oh HELL no. His feet touched the water and sloshed as he walked further out. You pounded your fists on his back to no avail. “No, no, no, no, GLADIO NO-”

“In you go!” He laughed loud and heartily as he dumped you over his shoulders, plunging deep beneath the cool water for only a few moments.

You wished you had breached the surface like one of those graceful models from those beach photo shoots, but frankly, you looked more like something vomited up from the bottom of the ocean. The water pasted your hair to your face, and it stuck in your mouth and in all the places it didn’t belong.

God damn, was Gladio having a good time cackling at you. His hand was over his stomach, head tilted back, laughing at your pitiful appearance just floating in the creek like some resident monster. “Listen, Gladdy? Get in here and fight me. It’s WAR now.” You threatened while trying to slick your hair back so you could see.

“I’ll come in, but I’m not fighting you.” He sauntered forward, deeper into the water where you hovered with a pouty expression. As soon as he was within reach, you splashed water up his entire front. Gladio extended his arms as an invitation, “Make love, not war?”

You could play this out all night. Dramatically, you flipped your messy hair back across your eyes, stuck out your leg and put your foot on his chest to stop his advances. “None shall pass unless a champion comes to slay the great-”

Halfway through your monologue, Gladio chuckled, “Nah.” In one fluid move, he grabbed your leg and tipped you over backwards beneath the water again.

He had a death wish.

When you emerged, Gladio’s arms immediately captured you and pulled you to his chest. “The legendary monster has been defeated.” Softly, his lips placed a kiss on top of your head.

Your plan didn’t go as planned. At all. “Fight me.”

He placed another kiss on your forehead when you looked up at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He joked, a wide smile tugging at his lips as you stuck your tongue out at him. “I love you.”

“You love me? That explains why you dumped me headfirst into the water.” You pursed your lips, challenging him.

Although, with the way his gaze softened, you could tell that he wouldn’t joke about his feelings for you. Those were serious. Gladio pressed his forehead to yours, eyes taking in every detail of how you looked from the curve of your jaw, to the shape of your lips, to the color of your eyes with the stars above reflected in them. “I do love you. More than anyone or anything I’ve ever known.”

Your heart faltered as it did every time he said those words. How could you have gotten so lucky? “I know you do,” You smiled softly and pressed your lips briefly against his. “I love you, too.”

He held you against him for seemingly forever, peppering kisses across your cheeks and neck, lingering there longer with his lips pressed against your pulse, and his hands might have begun to wander, but he made no move to abandon the water for the cabin or even just the shore. “Gladio,” you sighed and tugged at the edge of his the boxers he still wore. “Inside. Now.”

You felt his lips smirk against your skin. “The shower’s broken, but the bed isn’t…yet.”

“You’re terrible.”

doctorllama13  asked:

Deduce me? That is, if you have the time to do so.

Your name is Emily Ra#ey, you’re a girl,14 to 18 years old, middle school (high school), right handed. You love art and you’re skilled in many different styles, such as water colour, ceramics, digital art and pencil. Despite your age, you like NSFW things, so I believe your parents don’t know or don’t see you have a Tumblr.
Middle class. You have an iPhone 5s, those are quite the new models, great storage. You’re not rich but your parents can afford you a phone of the sort, that’s why middle class. You visited a gallery 4 days ago by the way, I hope you enjoyed it.

You like Star Wars, Harry Potter, terror/horror films/series and games like The Sims where you can customize and build things.
Recently you got a new lipstick, it was pink. You like that tonality, you also have shirts and other clothing that varies between different shades of pink and red.
Since you love drawing and apparently reading…you have short hair and wear glasses.
You’re from New York, your birthday was on November 24th. You also admire old cultures, you have a dog and apparently you got a new pet. A cat. And that happened very recently. Maybe November or December of the last year. Maybe it was your Birthday gift? Congratulations by the way.

@doctorllama13

I will always want myself. Always. Darling, I wrote myself a love poem two nights ago. I don’t know where you get this from but I am whole; woman who grows flowers between her teeth. I tend to my garden. I dance myself out of pain. You think women like me crawl for pity? You ever seen the offspring of a lion eat grass? This wanting of myself gets stronger with age. I host myself to myself. I am whole.
—  Ijeoma Umebinyuo

anonymous asked:

Why arent you and bianca just together if no matter what you guys always seem to wind up fucking or hanging out? And if the reason is cuz youre not good together then why do you hang out? just a thought

Honestly she’s just going through some personal stuff right now and I don’t want to add to that with the stress of us being more. Yes we do always gravitate back to one another somehow, we’re very aware of that, but it’s never been “just fucking”. As well as the fact that we started dating 5 years ago… we were only 17 years old!! And went through hell to be together at that age. After 3 years apart we get along significantly better than we have in a really long time. We know what we mean to one another and even being able to bounce back from all the resentment and anger throughout our break up… that’s huge, and it’s more than enough for me given the circumstances right now.

anonymous asked:

Hey Anna! Can I ask you if Perrie ever had some plastic surgery or something like that? I find her super pretty and when I compare old pics I see that she's changed but I can't say if it just age and different hairstyles and how she wears makeup

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anonymous asked:

According to Wikipedia 'The Mattahine Society' founded in 1950 was one of the first homophile (gay rights) organizations in the US. Also, John Cameron Mitchell's ( the actor on whom Victor's character design is based according to Kubo-sensei) Wikipedia page says that he co-founded a monthly party in New York city called 'Mattachine'. Do you think this may have inspired Makkachin's name?

I read John Cameron Mitchell’s page ages ago so I completely forgot about that, and I didn’t know about The Mattahine Society at all! That’s cool to know - thanks for the fun fact.
In-series, there’s no real meaning – Victor chose Makkachin’s name simply because it sounded nice, but in real life…  we really have no idea how the creators picked the name. Sooo…maybe? It’s a possibility that whoever offered the name is aware of early gay rights/is a huge fan of John Cameron Mitchell/did their research really well when initially learning that’s who Victor’s looks is based on…
There’s also the idea that the name came from a mokatine, which is a coffee buttercream sponge cake that kind of resembles Makkachin. I personally like this idea, because I could definitely imagine one of the staff members shopping along the train station department store for dinner groceries, glancing through the glass display cases of one of the many cake counters or parfait shops on their way out, and thinking that the fluffy little brown cake looks like a poodle. It’s a cute and sweet idea for an equally adorable dog.
We’re free to come up with headcanons as long as we don’t pass it on as official~ 

i was tagged by @isakneven and idk why bc you already know me ahah xx

name/nickname/whatever you prefer to be called: daf

pronouns: she/her

age: 19

fav skam character: isak, eva, noora, even.

when did you start watching skam: a week and a half or so before the hiatus ended - so before episode 6. 

when did you make your blog: nearly 6 years ago.

who are you cheering for to be s4′s main: sighs. even.

who do you think is more likely to be s4′s main: sana (im still holding out hope tho)

what are your main interests: reading, writing, sleeping, wallowing, analyzing to the max. 

something you’re always up to discuss: skam, aftg, tv shows, books, mental health, politics (sometimes), lgbt+ things, life. 

something you refuse to discuss: actor’s personal lives, in depth discussions about any type of abuse/eating/self-harm.

other favorite shows aside from skam: sense8, friends, arrested development, modern family, svu, 

tagging (if you want to do it): @allyasavedtheday, @westiris, @sanasevaks, @buckywithegoodhair, @winterblues, @petalloso, @stardefiant, @isak-valterson

And to anyone for whom this is hitting close to home, I love you and I’m thinking of you.

I’m leaving the idea of you,
I should’ve done this ages ago
But given how much hope
I had left for you,
It has been nearly impossible.

You are not part
Of my happiness anymore.
Generally,
I am better without you.
But I know
It’s not the same for you.

I hope
In this new year,
You find yourself again.
And I’ll forgive
What you’ve done to me.

—  remind yourself this in 2017
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Some “Subtle Melancholy” ronpas for the palette challenge!