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Note, I am finding these threads on the twitter feeds of ICU nurses who are now dreading the horrors that Roe falling will bring to their hospitals. This, on top of the horrors that they’ve seen and continue to see because of the pandemic. They were already exhausted and hanging by a thread.
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Comrades, it's been one hell of a day. Can I see your best dice+other objects pairings? Like for example, I've been obsessed with the concept of dice+matching nail art lately
Character dice+my campaign journal
You can only reblog this on the 3st of January
the 3st huh?
tis today, the thirst of january
we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!
This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it
Oh boy!! It’s a fucking mystery?? A spooky scary mystery!! Better get fucking Sherlock Holmes on this one! It’s a big fucking mystery, with no obvious answer!
This is not a Sherlock Holmes mystery. This is a Scooby-Doo mystery, where the villain is an old white guy pulling a real estate / inheritance scam.
tbh the fact that its almost 2022 is fine, like its fine whatever. the fact that 2012 was now a decade ago? life ruining. inconsolable etc etc
Oh my god I have it in my 1946 Lily Wallace New American Cookbook too I’m screaming
This is it! This is the white culture we’ve been looking for!
I’m sorry are we just not gonna mention “Beef Tea” “Raw Beef Tea” and “Cooked Raw Beef Tea” one after the other
Because the majority of human existence has not been to the knowledge and supply level we are at now. You can’t just give someone electrolytes in the 19th century, you have no idea what the fuck they are. Someone is sick, and can only keep weak liquids down, but you know enough at this point to realise that man cannot live on water alone. So you work out really weird ways to infuse foodstuffs into liquids they can handle to try and keep food into them. A lot of these also come from a way to stretch nutrient sources in times of poverty and scarcity.
Thank you for this addition. People are curiously comfortable assuming everyone in the past was stupid and illogical, and it’s always struck me as showing a sad lack of empathy for fellow human beings. It’s like people in the past aren’t seen as, you know, people
Your local 19th century PhD researcher popping in here to add to this. Toast water is 100% a drink for treating illness. It turns up listed in several household medicine guides in the 19th century, and is listed as for treating people with fever, diarrhoea and vomiting, who can’t keep anything down. It’s essentially oral rehydration therapy.
It interestingly starts turning up in literature in the period covering five major cholera outbreaks in the UK and US (this was obviously an English language Ngram search).
And peaks several times at epidemic peak points (1830s, 1850, 1880s), including its first peak in 1831/2, which corresponds with the first cholera epidemic in the UK.
It also corresponds with the year William Brooke O’Shaughnessy discovered that a lot of people who were dying of cholera were severely lacking water and salts in their blood and urine. Dehydration was found to be a major cause of death in cholera patients. “Toast water” was suggested in the Lancet medical journal in 1832 as an initial treatment for cholera patients.
Most of the recipes in household medicine guides I found suggest sweetening or flavouring the toast water with something if the patient could keep it down in order to cover the terrible taste.
People in the past were just people. And in this particular case, they were trying to keep their loved ones from dying of cholera.
The beef tea recipes below the toast water recipe are the same thing – stuff you make when you’re trying to get nutrition into people too sick to eat. Beef tea will give you proteins, salt, and electrolytes, and maybe some fat, all of which you will need if you’re too sick to eat
And intravenous saline was also not a thing yet. People had had the idea, but
Dehydration kills you fast. Levels of vomiting and diarrhea that could easily have been fatal 200 years ago–or even 100; replacing nutrition, not just water, intravenously didn’t really get worked out until the 1960s–no longer seem dangerous to us, in a world where you can buy electrolyte drinks at any corner store and IV fluids can be administered in any medical facility including an ambulance. But in the 1830s they were no joke, and any recipe that would get fluids into a sick person was worth trying.
(Additionally, between flu shots and better food safety, people today don’t have a lot of experience with being literally too sick to keep water down, but that is a thing that happens. When I was 10 my state was hit with an influenza epidemic–just that year’s flu, but it was a bad one–that had half the school out sick for weeks at a time. Flu shots existed, but they weren’t yet being offered to everyone every year; they were just for the medically fragile. (This was in the mid-eighties; yes, I’m that old.)
I was out for five weeks–mostly recovering from week one. In which I lost 15% of my body weight because the <em>only</em> fluid I could keep down was Welch’s Sparkling Strawberry Soda. It took us days of experimentation with every sugary drink in the store to find something I could keep in my stomach. (Why wasn’t I on IV fluids after day 3? Because I still wasn’t sick enough to get a hospital bed anywhere in three counties, because everyone else was sick at the same time.)
But there was an entire supermarket aisle of sodas and sports drinks and juices for us to try–and my parents brought home ALL of them to try to get some sort of liquid into me. Recipes like this are the historical equivalent– “What can we put into water to make it stay down? INFUSE ALL THE THINGS!”)
the escalation of this post pleases me
Venn diagrams don’t really work past 3 circles.
4-circle Venn diagrams are problematic because they don’t include the intersections of opposite circles without also including one of the other two circles (in this example there’s no AC or BD)
The problem only gets worse with more circles.
You could solve this problem by using different shapes, like ovals
To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:
There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.
There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.
There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.
There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.
There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.
There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.
You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.
It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.
My math teacher sent this to the math group chat (read d/m/y)
fucking superb
i HATE how much god rest ye merry gentlemen SLAPS
why does it make my brain happy
It’s almost the middle of November, so here is your annual reminded that Hallelujah is not a Christmas song, let alone a Christian one. Both the song and its composer are Jewish.
oh dang i never knew
???? Why? Would anyone think it’s a Christmas song??????
Idk about people thinking it’s a Christmas song, but they absolutely think it’s a Christian song.
bro oh my god … vanilla extract
vanilla extract smells wonderful but tastes horrific on its own. but mixed with sugar and flour and cream it tastes just like it smells. we need the support of others to reach our full potential
no man is an island everyone is vanilla extract
this is the kind of philosophy I want to write
Unmute !
That’s the most “meow” meow I’ve ever heard
SHE’S SO MAD THAT WATER IS WET
