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@c2d I am still irrationally obsessed with unicorns (at 30), & while that fixation predates Lisa Frank, she definitely helped it blossom into fruition. like, my actual decor style tends to be kind of '70s/wood/russety earth tones, but I see a unicorny or rainbowy thing & my brain goes "I WANT IT." watching this video was like seeing a part of my subconscious come to life.
a bit late to the party, but anytime this subject comes up I have to give props to William Gibson for Cayce Pollard in Pattern Recognition (which, not unrelatedly, is an awesome book).
so great. in all of the quotes, she comes across as such a positive, happy person--I feel like I'm in a better mood now that I've read this. :)
@OhMyGoshYouGuys yes, indeed! worth Netflixing (assuming you haven't already seen it, & assuming it's still available on streaming).
@OhMyGoshYouGuys yes, &: please tell me you're familiar with the work of Chris Thrash.
this is pretty genius, but I'm partial to our household's parody version, "Turd Blinds," about a very rude & scatalogically inclined houseguest.
@MilesofMountains that's terrible.
I've told this story before, but one of the most awesome parts of my hospitalization was when the chief surgeon brought the residents by to check me out after my second surgery. they were all, "oh, she needs another CT scan, we need to take out her catheter ASAP so she doesn't get a UTI," all this stuff that they'd learned as part of the official protocol. & then he asked me what I thought, which was "I'm incredibly weak & sore right now, so I'd really like to avoid another CT scan & if I can avoid having to get up to go to the bathroom for another day or two, that would be amazing." he turned to them & was like, "there's your lesson--when the patient is lucid, you listen to them." in the end, I didn't have another CT scan for weeks & they let me keep my catheter until I was able to walk (& I didn't get an infection--most likely because my bloodstream was like 40% antibiotics at that point). it's weird when you're being used as an example for med students, but I was completely okay with that particular incident.
sometimes I think it's emotionally easier for medical professionals to over-rely on their training--if they're dealing with biological systems, & not actual people, then they don't have to worry about the human implications of missed diagnoses or the messy fallout of an emergent condition.
@chevyvan that is a good question! honestly, I don't know--if we'd gone down the right WebMD rabbit hole, we could've figured it out ourselves. & I'd been sick for two days by the time I went to the doctor. but I had a somewhat unconventional presentation (the pain wasn't localized, but kind of all over my abdomen) & since I got sick the day after I was out celebrating my birthday, I think he just assumed I was a generally unhealthy party girl nursing a particularly epic hangover or something.
also, sometimes when your appendix bursts you initially feel better due to the pressure relief, & then eventually the infection wins out & you end up spending a month in the hospital. SO much about this piece resonated with me, from the gratitude for/necessity of a supportive partner, to the frustration with your body not working the way it's supposed to, to the power of hope (however delusional).
@FlufferNutter this. I almost died after a doctor failed to notice I had appendicitis, & one of the (many!) lessons learned from that experience was, "if a diagnosis seems wrong to you, push back."
oh my god, this brought back so many memories--my mom once chased a burglar out of our house when I was in (& at, while this was happening) elementary school. she'd uncharacteristically left the front door unlocked after getting the mail, & then after hearing the floorboards creak in the bedroom while she was down in the basement, she came upstairs expecting to see my dad on a surprise visit from work.
she was so startled by seeing someone else that she just started yelling--"what are you doing?! get out of my house!" & then, after she realized he was still carrying a pillowcase full of her jewelry, "drop that bag!" I guess she was so "mom"-like that his guilt centers were activated--he left immediately saying "yes ma'am, okay ma'am, sorry ma'am"--& then she noticed he'd pulled his car far enough up the driveway for her to get his license plate number.
it was only after he'd left, when she was talking to the police, that she started thinking about Bad Things that Could Have Happened & freaking out. & when she was giving her description of his shirt, she was like, "it was velour...I touched it!" without even thinking about it, she'd been physically pushing him down the hall on his way out the door.
I'm sure "just yell at the guy until he leaves" isn't necessarily the smartest strategy for on-their-own women in the process of being burglarized, but there's something heartening about knowing that it can be effective.