Shoutout to whoever it was who informed me a few weeks ago that some types of Zofran have stevia in them because I got to tell my doctor about it today, and he literally made this face behind his mask because he had no idea, and he is also stevia intolerant:

Me, rocking up for my annual physical and my bucketload of weird health problems: so anyway [drops some new medical lore here]

Dr. Brandon who has been hanging on for dear life to the rollercoaster that's been my health saga since he saved my life in 2019, sweating nervously as he yet again learns something new about himself against his will: exCUSE ME?

Thank you for the warning. I go to my doctor who handles my Zofran prescription next week, so I'll talk to her then.

I have a laundry list of medications I have to take already. The fact I have to specify which generic manufacturers I can use on over half of them is obnoxious.

I feel you. It's a pain in the ass, constantly having to check ingredients. Fwiw, I've got an old (empty) bottle that doesn't list it on the ingredients, but my latest batch from a different manufacturer does.

So, y'know, before anyone panics and throws their meds away, check the ingredients on your bottle. It just never occurred to me to check my new Rx until someone pointed it out, and I had a "mother fucker" moment of realization.

So, for those in the notes wondering how it's possible to have an intolerance or allergy to stevia, I hate to break it to you, but bodies can react to just about anything in weird and unpredictable ways.

However, one of the main reasons people may react badly to Stevia is that it is not artificial, as some people seem to think it is.

Stevia is actually a plant (Stevia Rebaudiana) in the Asteraceae/Compositae plant family, which just so happens to be the same plant family as Ragweed, y'know, that little bastard that makes hayfever season so fucking miserable.

There are other components of stevia that a person may react to, but given how common ragweed allergies are, I'd bet a number of people are also sensitive to stevia due to the overlap.

So there you go. That's your 'fun' little tidbit for the day from your weird Auntie Joy with too many allergies.

Alfred is a treasure

Another reason I want more Addams Family with the 90s cast is I think it would be so nice to see Morticia uncorseted and aging gracefully. I don't think she'd go full Grandmama but do you really think an Addams is afraid of wrinkles and cellulite?

Look me in the eye and tell me Anjelica Huston doesn't still have it.

Some normie to Morticia: don't do _______, it will give you wrinkles.

Gomez: God, I hope so.

at morticia's 50th birthday party everyone's making Over The Hill jokes with the same envious joy you would celebrate your cousin's hundred million dollar lottery win. the "hill" decorations are various piles of rats, bones, garbage, severed limbs. there's a lot of chains and stolen crucifixes around instead of party streamers. the cake is a graveyard hill and they cut it with a visibly filthy shovel.

'one foot in the grave' gomez tells his wife, actively crying, 'and what a foot!'

morticia has the first slice of cake (it has a little sugar grave on it). when she finishes her delicate spoonful and smiles, the camera zooms in and we see she has spontaneously developed crow's feet. off camera is the sound of her husband really unsubtly orgasming.

after the party they drive off in a hearse with glass bottles of formaldehyde tied to the bumper. it says JUST OLD in the back.

the unsubtle orgasm noises continue.

YES. I WANT THIS.

we are gonna be vacuuming up this post for the next five years

Very Silly Concept: a show called "Accessibility Nightmares" but it's structured exactly like Kitchen Nightmares. An accessibility specialist goes to different establishments and helps them make their businesses more accessible.

The accessibility specialist asks why the door at the top of the small set of stairs has a wheelchair symbol on it. The owner replies that's the accessible bathroom. The camera zooms in on the specialist as they process this information.

A customer with a service dog comes in to a restaurant. The hostess tells them they don't allow dogs. The accessibly specialist looks over at the hostess like

And there are web accessibility episodes too. The accessibility specialist stares at the white text on the light pink background of the home page like

The specialist asks why not a single product picture has alt text, and the business owner says "Well I mean, it's makeup, why would a blind person be shopping for makeup?" The specialist just

The specialist asks the web designer how a screen reader user is supposed to complete the captcha portion of the password reset process when there is no audio alternative. The designer admits they don't know.

When you left this tag three days ago, I thought "that's so sweet, but no. No way this concept is even close to that popular."

[ID: Four pictures of Gordon Ramsay in various states of confusion. /end ID]

This is it. This is my job. This is what I do for a living. I make those faces and then I tell my uncaring monitor exactly what is wrong with this website and what the site owner needs to do to fix it with all the fucks I can’t put in official work documents sprinkled liberally throughout.

And now I will be picturing Gordon Ramsey when I do it.

Seems I've made quite the Ruckus!

Things that work in fiction but not real life

This ABSOLUTELY works.

I have used this for many years. Definitely b do it.

This article was super long-winded so I screenshat the important part

the fact we’re responsible for getting doctors to “lower their defenses” in order to literally just do their jobs is ✨INFURIATING✨

This literally leaves me shaking in rage

Yeah, while I was actively in the throes of dying, I had to politely hedge my way around asking doctors if they thought it might be XYZ that was causing my totally weird symptoms because so-and-so told me I reminded them of their mum's friend who had a similar problem.

If I tried to be direct or disagreed, I was politely rebuffed with the suggestion that I might benefit from "prolonged psychiatric care," i.e., fuck off, or we'll put you on a psyche hold. And I knew on some level I would not survive that. I just knew my time was running out, and I was still having to be polite to these fucking assholes who looked at me and saw a mad woman who'd somehow escaped her attic.

I remember the exact moment I was sitting in the hematologist's office, politely trying to float the idea of MCAS past him by talking about it in abstracts in the desperate hope it might connect some dots for him and make him think he came up with it by himself.

And he just looked up at me, and I could see that he knew what I was doing. That I was feeding him breadcrumbs. I also saw the moment when he realized I was likely right, and he put his ego aside in favor of helping the patient in front of him. He was frank; he told me he didn't know how to help me, but he had a former colleague who specialized in mast cell disorders, and I should talk to her.

But before that, he wanted to look at my blood more closely because he had a gut feeling and oops, look at that. I was literally hours away from organ failure because the lifelong pernicious anemia I'd been afflicted with had been misdiagnosed as a mood disorder.

I'd been living on borrowed time for so long my body had been shutting down in front of him, and I'd still dragged myself to the clinic, dressed nicely, and put makeup on because failure to do so made me a Bad Patient who didn't take care of myself. And all the while, I was still playing fucking 4d chess with doctor's egos because God forbid a patient know their own body and have thoughts about it.

Anyway, shout out to U of M hematology department for not being filled with egotistical cunts and saving my life ✌

We shouldn't have to jump through these hoops, but this is the hell world we live in.

This ABSOLUTELY works.

I have used this for many years. Definitely b do it.

This article was super long-winded so I screenshat the important part

the fact we’re responsible for getting doctors to “lower their defenses” in order to literally just do their jobs is ✨INFURIATING✨

This literally leaves me shaking in rage

Yeah, while I was actively in the throes of dying, I had to politely hedge my way around asking doctors if they thought it might be XYZ that was causing my totally weird symptoms because so-and-so told me I reminded them of their mum's friend who had a similar problem.

If I tried to be direct or disagreed, I was politely rebuffed with the suggestion that I might benefit from "prolonged psychiatric care," i.e., fuck off, or we'll put you on a psyche hold. And I knew on some level I would not survive that. I just knew my time was running out, and I was still having to be polite to these fucking assholes who looked at me and saw a mad woman who'd somehow escaped her attic.

I remember the exact moment I was sitting in the hematologist's office, politely trying to float the idea of MCAS past him by talking about it in abstracts in the desperate hope it might connect some dots for him and make him think he came up with it by himself.

And he just looked up at me, and I could see that he knew what I was doing. That I was feeding him breadcrumbs. I also saw the moment when he realized I was likely right, and he put his ego aside in favor of helping the patient in front of him. He was frank; he told me he didn't know how to help me, but he had a former colleague who specialized in mast cell disorders, and I should talk to her.

But before that, he wanted to look at my blood more closely because he had a gut feeling and oops, look at that. I was literally hours away from organ failure because the lifelong pernicious anemia I'd been afflicted with had been misdiagnosed as a mood disorder.

I'd been living on borrowed time for so long my body had been shutting down in front of him, and I'd still dragged myself to the clinic, dressed nicely, and put makeup on because failure to do so made me a Bad Patient who didn't take care of myself. And all the while, I was still playing fucking 4d chess with doctor's egos because God forbid a patient know their own body and have thoughts about it.

Anyway, shout out to U of M hematology department for not being filled with egotistical cunts and saving my life ✌

We shouldn't have to jump through these hoops, but this is the hell world we live in.

my one skill is expertly manipulating the shape of the eggs I’m cooking so that they fit perfectly onto my toast every time

Bow down to your king

I can’t stop outdoing myself

Remember that post? The one that said “what if we all have super powers but they’re so mundane we don’t realize?” That post? This is proof that post was right

Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?

decay exists as an extant form of life

That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day

i am once again drowning in fictional pussy

don't do this to me

[ID from alt text: tumblr tags reading # I hope this does notes and your top three posts are tbi hamster and smut. End ID.]

elon musk admitted under threat of perjury that this is his burner account

Loserboy has a SOCKPUPPET ACCOUNT TO HYPE HIMSELF UP and trash talk his ex...

Like a twelve year old...

oh my god

It’s on the wolf ring from Dark Souls too!

I think Artorias would’ve liked Wolf’s Rain.

holy shit this is my favorite addition

I knitted my husbeast a hat that I charted myself off the Lumpy Kiba:

absolutely incredible I love this so much

General reminder to the pagans out there:

Making a supreme goddess figure part of your spirituality? Great! Worshiping a mother goddess? Wonderful! If that brings joy and meaning into your life, excellent!

"Once upon a time long ago, people all worshiped a great goddess until THE PATRIARCHY conspired to overthrow her and replace her with a CRUEL PATRIARCHAL GOD" - that's pseudohistory and conspiracism; there's literally no evidence for it whatsoever, and it can and does drag people down the new age to alt right pipeline.