When I was about seven, I started getting these episodes where my heart would race and I would get light headed and even faint. My mom would call the pediatrician and he’d tell us to come in, but by the time we got there my heart had slowed down and, according to him, he had no way to check what it was.
He advised my mom to put me on a healthier diet and make me exercise more because it was probably my weight, even though I wasn’t that much overweight and I practiced softball for an hour a day.
So my mom did as he said and I didn’t really lose any weight. Also, the episodes continued to happen. They always ended before we could get to the doctor’s office. The doctor never ordered any kind of tests on my heart, though he did test my thyroid and scold my mom for apparently not trying hard enough to get me to lose weight.
This went on for five years. I’d be laying in bed and suddenly my heart would start beating so hard, my shirt would move. I’d stand up out of the bathtub and black out, causing me to fall out of the tub. I’d be playing softball or in gym class or just playing with my friends and suddenly I’d get light headed or my heart would race.
There would be several fruitless calls or visits to my doctor, who would insist that it was complications due to my weight and they would continue until I was a normal size. My mom was scolded. I was body shamed. I had blood drawn twice a year to test my thyroid. And yet the episodes continued.
Then, the week of my 12th birthday—also, the week I started my very first period— I didn’t want to go to school because the day before, a girl who had seen me in the bathroom had told everybody that I had started my period. In 6th grade, being chubby with frizzy hair and huge teeth, that was pretty much a social death sentence and I was mocked mercilessly for it.
So the next morning I woke up and begged my mom not to let me go to school. I cried and begged and she still insisted I go. So I went to change when suddenly, I felt an attack hit and I blacked out and fell, knocking things off of my desk. My mother heard the noise and found me dazed on the floor. I told her I could feel my heart beating hard again. You could see my shirt moving over my chest from how hard and fast my heart was beating.
My mom loaded me up in the car and took me to the pediatrician. This time, my heart continued to race and I remained light headed. They had to bring out a wheel chair to get me into the doctors office because I was too dizzy and weak to walk.
Once there, I was ushered into an examination room and I just laid down on the table. I couldn’t even sit up. They took my blood pressure and of course it was high, but they took it as a sign that my mother was feeding me salty, fatty foods instead of fruits and vegetables. they made me wait on the table for like two hours until an EKG machine was available in the office. I fell asleep for like half an hour because I was EXHAUSTED. Eventually, they sent us to the ER.
At the ER, they ushered me into a small little room with an EKG machine. They hooked it up and like fifteen seconds later, the nurse flipped shit. She called a “code blue” and about fifteen nurses rushed into this tiny room and then they raced me to another part of the ER. Didn’t tell my mom what was going on, just left her there and took off with me in the bed. They hooked me up to a ton of IVs and monitors and gave me medication to slow my heart that caused me to vomit everywhere.
Then they did a bunch of x-rays and EKG tests and kept me overnight. They found out that I had WPW, which is a tiny hole in the walls of the chambers of the heart, which caused my heart to beat so rapidly. They explained to my parents that this hadn’t happened as an effect of diet or habit, but that I had been born with this hole.
They also told her that me playing softball and being active with this condition was incredibly dangerous, because this is the condition that causes athletes to die on the field for seemingly no reason. The heart starts beating fast through exertion, the signals that cause the heart to beat get all scrambled and the heart beats so fast that it just gives out.
And the reason this particular attack had lasted so long was because it had come dangerously close to causing my heart to give out, which would have killed me. I ended up having to have heart surgery, something that should have been done 5 years earlier when I first started having the attacks.
But, because I was overweight, my doctor was more concerned with thinning me down than providing me with the treatment I needed to live a healthy life.
I’m so sorry that happened to you. Folks, please reblog; this deserves more notes.
Fucking. Read it.
We’ve still got a lot of work to do with this world we’re confined to.
They’re more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.
don’t believe me? look:
these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own
See that phone? I’m going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??
Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably can’t fit any further than that-
what? what’s this?
Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.
Look at how much room is still there. There’s chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.
Buy your pants in the boys section, girls. Live in the beautiful world you deserve where you can fit shit in your pocket.
Also buy your flannel in the boys section. They have a working little pocket on the chest and they are not made of whatever material is thinner than PAPER so they will actually keep you warm.
Sweeeeet
If only I could buy bras in the men’s section. I’m sure they would be cheaper and come with little boob pockets.
SPREADING THE WORD BECAUSE I KNOW SOME OF YOU WILL APPRECIATE THE HELL OUT OF THIS
I’M HOME ALONE AND MY PARENTS FORGOT TO TELL ME THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE PAINTING OUR HOUSE SO I’VE BEEN REENACTING LES MIS AND I JUST VIOLENTLY THREW OPEN THE WINDOW TO YELL ‘CANONS’ AND THE POOR GUY NEARLY FELL OFF HIS STEPLADDER
You have three islands. Divide them into groups of one. The straight island, the gay island, and the lesbian island. The straight island is going to reproduce and keep going strong for millions of generations to come. The gay and lesbian islands will both wipe out in not even one century. This isn’t just about religion or morals, it’s just simple common sense. Being gay is unnatural, and not just because God said so, but because you yourself wouldn’t even be born without a REAL natural man and woman. And no, there is no such thing as a lesbian bone marrow “thing” to have children. That’s a biased fact that came from a lesbian scientist who has false opinions. If it’s not a real penis or vagina, then it’s fucking false and you’re just opinionated by dumb facts. I’m done here. Read over what I said and if you still think that being gay is normal and natural, then I hope you achieve some common sense one day. Bye
Where is this gay island located.. asking for a friend
Wait but.
Would all the gay and lesbian people born on straight island have to move to the gay and the lesbian island?
So wouldn’t the straight population continuously replenish the gay and lesbian population?
so we have a conversational safeword in my group of friends and it’s great, idk why more people don’t do this. whenever someone wants a subject to be dropped immediately no questions asked we just say “spleen” and we stop immediately and it’s a really good way to avoid crossing the line between teasing friends and genuinely upsetting them by accident, or stopping debates from turning into actual arguments
Wait but no this is actually a brilliant idea.
When I was a little baby high school student, I used to do the Living Chessboard at our local Renaissance Faire. We always used “forsooth” to indicate if someone was actually injured and needed to quickly end a choreographed fight. It was also very useful when doing little street improvisations because if someone tried to stop you, you could say “forsooth good sir, I must leave.” and they knew you couldn’t do a scene right then. We all used it in real life too, to say “no really” and it was amazing because there was a word used in a casual setting that meant “I’m not playing, I need you do listen to me.” So if someone tried to pick me up or tickle me, I could say “forsooth stop.” And I was instantly obeyed. I had “forsooth” long before I learned what a safeword was, and having a non-sexual safeword for everyday use amongst a circle of friends was the best thing ever. It made me feel very safe and listened to, even as a tiny 14 year old. Because let’s be honest, 14 year old me was teeny tiny and adorable and it’s easy to coo at kids when they say “no don’t pick me up!” but to have a word that every single person respected to mean “whatever I say after this MUST be listened to” was amazing. It gave me a definitive voice when it would have been easy to dismiss me.
So basically having platonic safewords is awesome and I’m all for it.
The Media:
But is there some element of truth to that statement?
Bernie Sanders:
College tuition is free in Germany, even for citizens of other countries. It’s also free in Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Ireland and Mexico. Why can't we offer the same sort of privilege?
The Media:
WhAT is this cRAZy man trying to DESTROY our country and our values. How DARE he???? Just disgusting. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
I WOULD have reblogged this really cool thing I read about Mad Max: Fury Road, if the person hadn’t called it a “feminist” movie.
Yes, it was a very good movie, and it had many strong female characters, but it was not a feminist movie.
It’s not yours. it wasn’t made for you. Just because you enjoyed it doesn’t make it “feminist”.
Was it advertised as feminist? No. Was it MADE to be feminist? No. As a matter of fact, Charlize (Furiosa) even said “
George [Miller] didn’t have a feminist agenda up his sleeve” - and despite her pushing Mad Max as a feminist movie, it wasn’t one. It was just a good move.
Fuck off. Seriously.
ummmmmmmm, just on logic terms this is completely nonsensical
say you never intended to throw a ball into a basket but it lands there anyway and everyone’s like “THAT WAS SUCH A GREAT FREE THROW”, would you react with such vitriol and say “FUCK OFF BASKETBALL FANS, I NEVER INTENDED IT TO BE A FREE THROW”
like what is so wrong with fury road being appreciated for respecting women??? we’re not trying to grab it away from you, we’re just saying “so mad max respects women and we, as feminists, REALLY ENJOY IT THANK YOU GEORGE MILLER.”
[rubs my icky GIRL hands all over mad max fury road] this is MINE now
We’ve bought a new house. And our new next door neighbours (two delightful gentlemen) will not stop being nice.
- bought us a seagull proof refuse bag (yes, they are actual things)
- loaned us garden tools when we didn’t have any
- invited us around for Friday night drinks so we could meet the other people on the lane
- one of them brought me a bunch of sweetpea flowers that he’d picked from his garden
- and tomorrow he’s coming to cut our hedge for us with his electric hedge trimmer thing idk, and all I have to do is hold the ladder.
Basically, I am UNSETTLED and am now having to enter into an arms race of niceness and I am already so behind oh god.
Long story short - I just baked a lemon drizzle cake, and it looks great but I can’t even eat it because MR AND MR NICE MUST RECEIVE AN OFFERING.
ABSOLUTE CRISIS I GAVE THEM THE LEMON DRIZZLE AND THEN THEY INVITED ME IN TO HAVE A SLICE AND A COFFEE WITH THEM AND GAVE ME A TOUR OF THEIR HOUSE AND LET ME HOLD THEIR PUPPY. AND THEN THEY CAME AROUND TO HELP ME BAG UP THE HEDGE CLIPPINGS. THESE MEN ARE NICENESS PROS AND I CANNOT WIN.
HELPWE HAD AN HOUR LONG POWER CUT ON THE STREET AND IN THAT TIME THE OTHER MR NICE CAME AROUND WITH MATCHES AND CANDLES ‘JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T HAVE ANY’. IT WAS BARELY DARK.
BASTARDS - I’M GOING TO HAVE TO HOST A DINNER PARTY AREN’T I?
the main difference between the women’s cup and the men’s cup is that when the ladyballers fall down they just get up and carry on playing instead of sobbing dramatically as though their limb was severed by a combine harvester
I opened the door and only Arthur came inside. It’s raining. I couldn’t find the other cat. She’s usually the first to come through the door, so I got slightly worried.
Okay but imagine in the DC World it’d totally be a thing to have #OnlyInGotham trending, a bunch of tweets recounting the most unbelievable shit you ever saw while living/working in Gotham
#OnlyInGotham Just had to serve starbucks to The Riddler. Spelled his name wrong on purpose.
So Two-Face came into my bakery today. Spend an hour arguing with himself on what to get. wtf. #OnlyInGotham
Lol just saw someone dressed as The Scarecrow, was pretty convincing! #OnlyInGotham -Dude that guy escaped Arkham this afternoon -wHAT
“I just saw Batman help a mother duck and her little ducklings cross the street. That Gordon dude on tv was right, crime really is down. #OnlyInGotham”
The Target I work at just stocked these ridiculous question mark decorations. Guess who’s getting robbed tonight. #OnlyInGotham -those things probably only sell in Gotham anyway, well “sell”
Turned on the tv and apparently my psychology professor was arrested for kidnapping and murder… #OnlyInGotham
Someone just commissioned me the weirdest suit ever… It’s green and purple… is it a cosplayer or do I go to the cops? #OnlyInGotham
^ I though it might be Joker but turns out it was just the Riddler so nvmd….
“Just saw Robin doing a handstand outside…on top of my car…#onlyingotham” -Update: witnessed some grade A parenting when Batman saw him.
It’s still going look at this. Amazing.
Weird short guy came into the hat shop today looking for a top hat and wouldn’t stop calling me Alice. WTF. #OnlyinGotham
^ RUN
just had to deliver pizza to the roof of our building. looks like a slow night for Batgirl and Robin #OnlyInGotham
do u ever wonder how many people would be non binary if they were actually educated on sex/gender and were encouraged to explore themselves
I was talking to this person about nb genders and like mid way through the conversation they were like “wait tell me more about this i think that might be me”
Ok Snape, Voldemort and Harry are the three brothers but do you realise that Dumbledore is Death ? He greeted Harry at King’s Cross and was the one behind Snape and Voldemort’s death.
*epic jaw drop*
old friend
Fuck man
He’s the one who gave Harry the invisibility cloak too
“oh hey,” she said, “it’s a really touristy area, but since you’re gonna be passing through anyway, you might as well stop by pier 29, see the dragons. also, there’s a—”
“hold on,” i said. “i knew your city had mountains, but. dragons? uh, actual living dragons?”
“dude, it’s not a big deal. they’re there all the time. of course they’re majestic and everything, but they’re loud and cranky and mostly they lie around eating garbage. now and then the city council will talk about trying to make them roost somewhere else, but—”
“dragons,” i repeated. i knew it was making me sound like a rube, but it was a lot to take in. “you live in a city that has dragons.”
“no, it’s cool, we used to go see them when i was a little kid. it’s worth doing. but that whole area is mostly dragon-themed gift shops, and the commercialization is kind of a bummer. also, sometimes a dragon will melt somebody’s car and it’s a whole problem.”
“honestly, i forget other cities don’t have them?” she said. “there’s a few other sites on the west coast where they gather. portland calls them wyverns, but that’s a portland thing.”
“chicago’s got, like, bunnies and songbirds,” i told her, “but otherwise it’s just your typical vermin. pigeons, rats, sphinxes—”
“sphinxes? what the hell.”
“oh, yeah, they nest in the el tunnels. sometimes a fucking sphinx will flap down out of nowhere, bring the whole train to a halt until the front car answers a riddle.”
“that sounds exciting,” she said.
“it’s the worst. your train winds up being twenty minutes late, and you just have to hang out hoping somebody up there read their mythology. there’s supposed to be a program where the conductors get trained in riddling, but i don’t know. rahm emmanuel keeps saying it’s not a budget priority.”
“huh,” she said. “guess the grass is always greener and all that. but on some level, it’s nice to remember that even with all these big box stores, the country still has some variety left in it.”
“yeah, did you know that in rhode island they call water fountains ‘bubblers’?” i said.
I was thinking about the Grim Reaper recently. They’re not tied to any particular religion, they just personify death and collect the soul and take them…where? What if they’re like afterlife HR?
“So hey! You’re right on time! Okay, your chart says ‘Hellenic.’ Got your coin for the ferryman? No?! Alright, here’s the deal: sign here, River Styx is down the next hall on the left, but you can’t cross for another hundred years. Hey, I don’t make the rules! What do you think a last will and testament’s for, Felix?!”
“Gina! Almost had you there in ‘93 with that heart attack, eh? Eh? Anyway, Catholic, right? Hang a left, St. Peter’s waiting behind the gates, he’ll give you your assignment.”
“Hey boss, this one didn’t believe in afterlife or having a soul– I’m headed to my next appointment.”
“Sanjay! Nice long life you had there, buddy. So you remember where the Great Revolving Door of Reincarnation is– oh wait! You qualify for nirvana! Look at you!”
“So Sam, you’re…agnostic. Come to my office, we’ll discuss your options.”
I really love this take on the Grim Reaper, actually. It takes everybody into account. Kinda reminds me of the afterlife several mediums have described.
i’m doing all this research on when “like” is used as a filler vs. “um” or “uh” or whatever & i’m really loving this
basically my fav pattern so far is how these teen girls use “like” pretty exclusively when they’re sharing these concepts that are unknown to them or just guess work, ya know?
they’ll say “here’s the, um, living room” but then they’ll say “in this picture my brother is, like, howling or something”
& i love it i mean i love the way they use “like” to express uncertainty and idk pensiveness? “um” expresses a break in a sentence, some disfluency. but “like” holds actual semantic meaning and is an indicator that expresses what follows isn’t gonna be totally accurate but just to the speaker’s best estimation.
i mean, he’s, like, howling or something, right?
girl talk is cool talk
I actually just wrote a 45 page thesis on this so here’s some more info on that if you wanna know more.
1. Like used in this way can be considered either a discourse particle or an approximative adverb. A discourse particle is a focusing agent which shows that hte information directlyt foloowing it is the main point of the utterance. It’s a language-efficiency tool and makes it more direct. IT is also used in moments of high excitement for this reason–you want people to know the point and you want it to hit them in the fucking face. An approximative adverb like is used to show that the information it’s modifying is imprecise and therefore, approximate.
2. This isn’t girl talk! Like’s usage is barely different among genders of the same age group, but is heavily stratified by age. THe reason it’s commonly thought of as “girl talk” is because it illustrates uncertainty and impreciseness–this is an example of sexism in language, because it intones that women don’t actually know what they’re talking about (FUCK THAT). It was once true that like was used primarily by women, but with shifting power paradigms, its usage is becoming more equal by gender.
3. You mentioned before that you uncovered this information concerning like while researching its relation to uh or um: this usage of like is known as a hesitation marker and has no semantic content, and is therefore unrelated to the type of like you’re describing. Hesitation marker like is often thought of as all the unconventional uses of like which is why people think that it’s a garbage filler word (though I don’t think there’s any such thing as a garbage word tbh), but it has so many unique uses which aren’t represented in English in other forms.
4. FUNFACT: A related use of like is as a quotative complementizer. I won’t delve into the syntax portion of what a complementizer is, but the quotative part obviously refers to quoted information. Here, like can be used to show either that the quoted information is estimated to the best of the speaker’s ability or that there is a storytelling aspect, typically with exaggeration or acting. YOU CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW IT. When the quoted information preserves the tenses in the original utterance, it is intended to be a direct quote. When the verb tenses are adapted to the present conversation, it is the second category, and is either an exaggerated quote or the speaker is just trying to convey the gist of the original utterance.
5. Language fucking rules.
I love you, Marie. I was even going to text you after work about this…I wanted to know your sources!
“And on a personal level, my daughter is six years old now. She just lost her two front teeth, just like Scott Lang’s daughter Cassie in Ant-Man, and is beginning to learn what Daddy does and about the different types of heroes. She has red hair and is constantly pointing at Black Widow and wanting to learn more about that.”—Kevin Feige, man in charge of Marvel Studios, which has not yet announced a Black Widow movie (via fuckyeahblackwidow)
idk because im not physically or mentally attracted to him and ‘but he likes you’ or ‘but hes really nice’ isnt going to change the fact that im not interested
Damn, I don’t think women know how much that really hurts
Okay, so I was watching Mad Max…. and during this scene I noticed something…
Let’s take a closer look…
Now, pardon my bad gif making skills but…
IS THAT FURIOSA RESTING ON MAX’S SHOULDER!?
you’re right, that’s her
So not only are they sitting on the roof & holding hands while the car drives onto the lift, they’ve been resting against each other the entire way there!?
I didn’t know they were holding hands on the roof! I wonder if the car ride is missed out in the same way that Max killing the Bullet Farmer is missed out. Like Furiosa is out for the count pretty much so would it be too focused on Max? In the same way the other scene in other action films would have been included?
There would have been so much bonding through unspoken words and eye contact and touching tho omg I want to know what happened during this drive!!
Oh yeah they were. It’s like 95% to provide physical support for her but…that other 5%…
(And I kind of feel like after the moment of intimacy and vulnerability “My name is Max” ends on, both of them need and deserve a long drive with her napping on his shoulder. The more I think about it the more it feels right.)
I just want high-res screencaps of every millisecond of this last scene.
I’m still not over this. THEY’RE SO CUDDLY AT THE END
Furiosa is completely exhausted and all of Max’s barriers are down after the blood-giving scene. Like 95% it’s about literal physical support, but 5% is “oh god after everything we went through I’m so glad you’re alive let’s touch”
It would be really nice to go into Claire Dearings tag and not find endless diatribes about her f**king heels. Bryce fought to keep Claire’s heels because she knows that some women wear heels and make-up like war paint. They put on those heels and it flicks a switch, they feel beautiful and confident and ready to take on the patriarchy and there’s not a damn thing wrong with that.
Her being a carbon copy of Ellie Satler would do neither character any justice. There’s isn’t just one way to be a competent and strong woman. We need a diverse array of strong women in media characters like Furiosa, Sarah Conner, Melinda May are great but they represent one facet of female strength.
The most sexist thing going on in the jw fandom right now is mainly guys going “ha ha look at that silly female character running in heels, so unrealistic” put Serena Williams in heels she’s still gonna whoop you and your fragile masculinity at tennis.
It seems to be any woman who doesn’t fit your “cool girl” image of a guy with tits is going to get torn apart. Let me tell you there are women out there who can dance in heels, run in heels, do f**king backflips in heels.
So take your sexist diatribes dressed up as feminism and shove it because Claire Dearing is a queen.
