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Yuumei always finds a way to take my breath away….

My preferred mode of transportation~ on a giant steampunk koi blimp

ADHD and Navigating Healthcare Systems

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: navigating the US healthcare system is a Kafkaesque executive dysfunction nightmare: -2019 GYN appointment: given a referral for an ultrasound and mammogram. This was before I was taking medication for my ADHD, and I didn’t even know who to call to make an appointment, so my referral paper sat on my table until the referral literally expired. *insert feelings of shame*

-Put off scheduling my 2020 annual GYN appointment for months, because of the pandemic.

-Executive functioning struggles have prevented me from scheduling my appointment until recently, because my medication dosage needed to be increased, and I’ve been really busy.

-Given a referral for that same ultrasound, but at least I was provided additional information about who to call this time.

-Call to schedule radiology appointment as soon as I got home from appointment (higher medication dosage helps immensely with executive functioning).

-Sat on hold for 20 minutes.

-Receptionist, whose phone is crackling and I can only hear every other word she’s saying, tells me, verbatim, “your mammogram referral can’t be written this way. It has to be written differently.”

-Me: “What do you mean differently? How should it be written differently?”

-Receptionist: “It can’t be written this way. Your doctor will know how to write it.”

?????

-Call GYN back and tell them this, with what little information I have, and they tell me that they will have the doctor change it.

-And now…what? I wait? I don’t know how long until they will change it in the system so that I can call the radiologist back. My brain operates like: “now or never, and needs obvious but novel/unexpected visual cues to remember,” so there is a very short window of opportunity here to actually do this.

And people wonder why folks with ADHD struggle to take care of their health. It’s such a nightmare, every time, and any failure to navigate the system makes you feel incompetent and ashamed.

One of my fictional role models! A true hero!

This hits deep in another level!

memories from a past life of an unfinished symphony…

KITTIES 8D

I just came across this story by chance and it is written beautifully!

The Lost Queen

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader

— word count: 686.

— chapter 1; chapter 2; chapter 3; chapter 4;

Prologue

Your heart was pounding fast inside your chest, your breath wasted as you ran desperately across the desert of Gedrosia. It didn’t matter that you were going to die of sunstroke, thirst or hunger, you wanted to escape. You desperately wanted to leave this place, run away from the people who were chasing you and didn’t seem to want to leave you alone from the moment you woke up bewildered in this… World, at this time.

Your only advantage at this point was distance, but you knew they would catch up to you eventually. Your back ached and was still dried with blood from the punishment he had meted out after your last escape attempt. He thought that way you’d learn not to challenge him again, but he didn’t seem to know you weren’t the quitting type.

You wouldn’t give him the taste of victory. He wouldn’t have you, at least not alive.

You groaned in pain and frustration as your legs gave out and you fell into the hot desert area. You looked around and all you saw was blue sky and sand and more sand. You were lost.

Tears of frustration fell from your eyes and wet your chiton. You knew you should stop crying and save what was left of liquid inside your body, but you couldn’t. Months of despair, terror and witnessing the atrocities committed came to your mind and your eyes were filled with tears. He did this to you. They did this to you.

You hated him, you hated them all. It didn’t matter that they were kind and welcoming to you at first, a complete stranger, none of that mattered because they ruined you. They could have fed you, given you clothes and a bed when you were lost but that didn’t matter anymore… Not after everything you went through, what you experienced in those months with them.

You tried to get up but your legs ached and your bare feet burned when you tried to stand. A snarl escaped your lips and with a lot of effort you went back to walking through the vastness that surrounded you. You would die. You were sure of it, if not for the desert at his hand.

You preferred the first option. Even if dying of thirst, hunger, heat or cold is bad… You knew you were better than you dared to think about what they would do as soon as they laid their hands on your body. Fuck, you’d rather rot than allow yourself to be touched by him again. He would never lay hands on you again, you mentally swore to yourself.

You cursed the heavens as you felt your vision darken, your body weak and in need of sustenance. You knew you couldn’t walk any further, your legs burned with every step you took and your vision grew darker and darker.

Your eyes struggled to open when you heard the sounds of horses approaching and you cursed yourself and kept trying to walk, but it was too painful. He was close. You screamed in frustration as your body gave out and you were forced to sit on the hot sands. You couldn’t go any further, you didn’t have the strength.

Your tears fell once more as the noise of voices and horses approached you.

“That was it,” you thought as you choked on your tears. You prayed to whatever gods were listening but your prayers went unanswered. Your eyes closed as you felt a horse neigh loudly behind you and then its rider descended. Your skin shivered as he touched you, taking your aching body in his arms.

“I found you.” He purred, touching your face gently with his callused, battle-scarred hands.

You didn’t respond and just let him carry you on his lap and you didn’t even react when he forced you to mount the stallion in front of you and you ignored the presence of his generals. Those who were once like your friends.

He would always find you. Alexander the Great would never let you go. He would never let his Queen escape.

— lady l: so this was the prologue to a fanfic I’ll be writing about one of the greatest conquerors in history. I will take historical liberties in that, nothing here will be historically accurate all the time. I hope you like it and feel free to give feedback or if you just want to talk about the fanfic or anything else. If you want to be tagged just ask, love you all and take care! ❤️

I’m not sure why, but I love these pictures so much!

“Come on Bakugou, let’s race.”

Ahh! Had to add Kiri with his Bakugou. Both pull off motorcycle’s very well. 

LOVE IT

New Hawks Drawing finally finished <3

Poor little burnt chicken you better get out of there!!

This is something I need to read

Being vegan or vegetarian is not the best thing you can do for the environment and I’m fuckin sick of people saying it is

I'm absolutely in love with the drawing. This perfectly captures the hardships of Aizawa's life. The man works a full time job, is a single father, and spends every waking free time training or doing hero duties. The reason why Aizawa is always sleeping is because he spends most of his nights training. Despite all of his hardships Aizawa always seems to find the time and energy to help the helpless. I feel like this picture perfectly represents both Aizawa as a character, the life he leads.

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