srvfan17:

spidey-pal:

perpetualmaelstrom:

green-gay13:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

imagine a horror movie where all the characters are gen z and not particularly scared of dying

killer on the phone with a character: i’m in your house and i will kill you

character: alright lit hurry up tho

The fakest part of this is a Gen Z kid answering the phone

killer via dm on ig: i’m in your house and i will kill you

character: alright queen👏🏼💖 hurry up🔥🔥💦💦

The only “adult” in the movie is a millennial who’s also not scared of dying, but is somewhat grumpier about the situation bc “if I die I don’t have to pay loans anymore but I just found a barber that doesn’t judge me for crying sometimes so idk what to do anymore” and is just like mildly inconvenienced by it

luzonbleedingheart:

tariqah:

zanabism:

oakttree:

xmagnet-o:

zanabism:

if you’re not committed to antiracism, you’re not a good doctor. 

I remember when I had pneumonia I was so sick and exhausted and in pain that I couldn’t get out of bed for *days* — I eventually pushed myself to walk across campus to the doctor’s office (it took me literally 45 minutes to walk there bc I had to walk so slow) and when I got there…the doctor made it seem I was only trying to get out of writing an exam lol. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I was going to be withdrawing from the class anyway bc I hadn’t had the energy to get to lectures at all that semester. She lectured me about how she sees students do this all the time and she can’t take a risk in trusting me when the only thing that was wrong with me was exhaustion. “We all have off days” is what she said lolol. 

I was so humiliated at her insinuation that I eventually just nodded when she said it “didn’t seem like I had any issues” and went back home. It wasn’t until I fainted walking down the hallway like 4 feet outside my apartment that I started panicking and called someone to take me to the hospital. When I got there even the receptionists looked genuinely pale to see how hard it was for me to walk and how much it hurt to breathe or talk.

It would take *6* different antibiotics for the really advanced pneumonia to finally die out, the last of which was delivered intravenously in my arm for 10 continuous days — I still have the scar where the initial IV was and I have another mark on my wrist. I *literally* couldn’t walk or lay on my back for 8-9 weeks. I would sleep sitting up with pillows on a chair and when my breath would involuntarily deepen as I started to fall asleep I would jerk awake bc of the sharp pain my lung where the pneumonia was.

That same doctor who thought I was lying about being sick would then call me like 34 times in a row when my blood test results came to her office and the hospital sent her my chest x rays lolol, obviously worried about looking bad and having called me a liar and sending me home when I had such a serious bout of pneumonia.

In the 3rd year of my premed degree I would learn that doctors in North America — and specifically white women in nursing lol — often see south Asian women as malingerers who exaggerate their pain. In a UK study there were neonatal nurses who went so far as to say that south Asian women also lack maternal instincts, care more about their pain meds than their child and “can’t handle” child birth.

Yosif al Hasnawi — an Iraqi Canadian teen — died at the hands of two paramedics who did not believe he had been shot and claimed he was “acting” when he was actually internally bleeding. They made him walk to the ambulance with a bullet in his stomach, from which he would later die after not being transported to the hospital for 38 minutes.

Just yesterday My cousin, totally healthy, just died of a brain hemorrhage and often complained about ongoing migraines that could’ve been telltale signs of hypertension that were totally ignored by her doctor for years.

and just a day before that Kim porter who was otherwise healthy just died of pneumonia while having expressed her symptoms and pain to doctors for days — I would say that I’m shocked by this but the implications faced by brown people and racism in the healthcare system is 10x worse for black women who are often seen as liars and in it for the meds as a result of historical anti blackness and systemic rejection of black patients’ pain.

doctors are literally trained to perceive racialized people as malingerers who are trying to scam for meds or medical attention instead of people in pain. It’s 100% systemic and actually integrated into medical education.

Yeah exactly this

Medicine is no less likely than any other field to have problems with racism. But when it’s someone’s life at stake (or at minimum someone’s comfort), it is really critical that this kind of prejudice is rooted out.

Most likely everyone’s seen this notorious page from a nursing textbook, but in case you haven’t, enjoy some piping hot medical racism:

…this is ….published in 2014….i don’t know what to say

All of them are talking about how we pray the pain away or overreact to the pain… amazing

“a tribal shaman” mother of god

vampireapologist:

thottybrucewayne:

vampireapologist:

now-theres-a-spoiler-for-you:

vampireapologist:

deadgodjess:

vampireapologist:

do u ever see stuff customized for little kids and get blown away by how small……children are like…….those little little tiny chairs in preschools…..so small……they sit in those and do their work…….what does someone so small have going on…I know it’s important and they’re working hard…..I love them & I love those little chairs

This is not my first kid and yet I’m still floored by how tiny baby shirts are. Like… omg. I had one of these before!? Was the first one really that small? Really? AND I’M HAVING ANOTHER VERY SMALL PERSON!?

every time i see baby sneakers in the shoe store I am speechless I stop in my tracks. baby boots? have you seen the little timbs they make for teeny feet I’m going to SCREAM

The first time I saw newborn sized jeans (they had an elastic waistband) I almost cried. They had tiny working pockets and I was so shocked. These tiny babies with their little baby hands don’t even have things to put into their pockets and yet they have working pockets but I, a grown woman, have to check to make sure jeans have working pockets before I can buy them

you don’t know…..babies have a lot of things to put in pockets like…….their Very Small Hands……a single ravioli……

Babies have pockets for one single, damp, cheeto.

YEAH!!!