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  • Can you explain how the pill and IUD are out?

    The combined oral contraceptive pill suppresses ovulation, there's nothing to conceive with.

    Copper IUDs denature the head of the sperm, meaning they are no longer able to fertilise an egg.

    In both instances, there's either a no egg, or no viable sperm. It's no different to having sex while infertile (is that a crime too? Because if it is I'd like to see them try and stop me)

    I can see how the pill could end up on the chopping block, as it's secondary method of action is to prevent the uterine lining thickening enough to support implantation of a fertilised egg, but copper IUDs prevent contraception, so life never begins, and thus nothing is "murdered"

  • I was struck by a truck in April last year when they turned into a bike path instead of turning into their lane.

    I was completely fine at the time, just banged up, I went to a private GP clinic and they did a full assessment and billed it under the transport accident commission (a public fund in Victoria Australia for people injured in transport accidents)

    Almost one year on, and what was just a bruise on my shin is still just a bruise on my shin. The blood vessels never healed, the discolouration never went away, the odema still causes pain and I can't kneel or wear boots, and my shin pads for soccer cause pain (and when I take a tackle shin to shin, the pain is so bad it prevents me from weight bearing for an hour or so, and I walked around on a dislocated hip for 3 months, I have a congenital hip deformity, I'm not a stranger to leg pain)

    It's literally just a bruise, my regular GP has been keeping an eye on it because it's baffling that it hasn't healed, but it's not dangerous and it's not impacting my life enough that I wish I'd done more at the time of the accident.

    But it is annoying, and because I was totally fine after the accident, my TAC claim was open-and-close just to cover the cost of the initial "all clear, just some bruising" private GP appointment. And now I have no way of getting reimbursed for the subsequent "it's been 10 months doc, why is my leg still bruised like I banged it yesterday? Let's get a CT to rule out issues" appointments.

    Hindsight is 20-20, if you have any way of keeping your options open as a traffic accident victim to allow your body time to show the true long term impact, take action to leave that door open, just in case.

    There's a chance, like me, you will be 100% fine and at most just have a strange new body quirk. But there's also a chance things don't heal the way you expect and it becomes a lifelong issue.

  • Yeah but you probably weren't looking at a few thousand dollars for shoulder surgery after the accident.

    I feel for people in the US, getting hit by an unobservant driver could send you bankrupt if your medical expenses are bad enough.

  • I literally like don't even know what you're like talking about. I literally can't even.

    (I've just read further down the various responses to this question, and I'm now seeing "literally" overused in literally every other comment, my generation will literally never escape!)

  • I heard rumours that the new Stanley cup everyone was obsessed with for a week contained lead (not in contact with the inside of the cup, but still, why is lead there at all in 2024)

    Was that rumour ever substantiated?

  • The title of this article really confused me because I've never hard of this company before.

    I thought ol' mate migaloo (the albino Humpback whale) was swimming around fucking up super superyachts.

  • Disassociation maybe?

    I used to think my hearing loss and visual impairment was the reason I got so stressed walking through a car park - I can't hear cars and I can't always tell if a slow moving car is indeed moving.

    But that made no sense because I have no issues getting around a bus depot and public transport interchange. I'll be fine navigating the streets with buses, trams, bikes and pedestrians, but as soon as I step into the parking lot I suddenly can't detect obstacles properly.

    My partner pointed out thatI very clearly dissociate when I'm in a car park. I've conditioned myself to feel anxious in car parks (from when I was younger before I learned to navigate with my disability, the fear of car parks did not make sense) so now I pre-emptively check out and try to navigate on autopilot, which makes it more dangerous and anxiety inducing, making me dissociate more.

    As soon as I realised that I was dissociating and that was the problem, I started working on it and now I have no greater level of disorientation in a car park than anywhere else.

  • I read the whole article wondering why gympie-gympie wasn't mentioned. I'd completely glossed over all the mentions of this being w list of "creatures".

    Anyone estimate where "the suicide plant" would rank on this list?

  • Yeah I like these bags because I have an old Coles crate cable tied to my bike for transporting bigger items, so when I go shopping if I forget my reusable bags I grab the "stubby bags" (as my family have started calling them) because I can work out exactly how much I can transport home.

    But in Western Melbourne I often have to ask for them, they usually have a stash behind the customer service desk. They're usually not with the other bags at check out, unless an employee has grabbed the wrong box to restock the checkout bag display.

  • We had party lines in regional Australia in the mid 90's. The selective ringing had been phased out long before I was born, it either wasn't available or rather as a kid I was never taught how to alert specific houses on the line. So it sort of operated more like a community chat room.

    It was mostly only used for emergencies, if you saw smoke you'd pick up the handset for the party line and others would do the same and you'd try to figure out who's back paddock was on fire and coordinate to all go down and snuff it out. Or if you didn't recognise the livestock that wandered onto your block you'd jump on to see if anyone was asking where their sheep went.

    But we also had private lines by then, so no one was really hanging out and gossiping on the party line. Occasionally the party line would be used for organised social programs like book clubs if no one could be bothered hosting at their home. We used the personal line for dialing out for calls, and kept the party line free for emergencies.

    I never realised it was a party line, or a thing in other places or times in history. I thought it was a cool thing the community just installed themselves using a closed phone loop. Growing up I assumed that since the invention of affordable home phone lines, we'd just always had two phones. One for actually phoning people, and one for town meetings.

  • I have a step through frame that you sit upright on. 20-25km/h is my average commuting speed for getting to work and going to the shops. I regularly have to push to 30km/h+ because of motor traffic trying to ride up my ass even though I'm in the designated bike lane. (cars in Australia like driving fast in the bike lanes to avoid the chicanes on the road designed to slow motor traffic for cyclist safety)

    If ebikes are disproportionately represented in cycling accidents, then I would argue it's not the speed, it's the barrier to entry. People who have never ridden before, people who aren't physically able to ride a standard bike, these groups make up a significant portion of ebike riders because ebikes are accessible.

    Yes, speed will contribute to this, people with limited riding experience being able to ride fast, possibly without the physical fitness required to control a bike at high speed.

    The issue then isn't the speed itself, but rider education and training.

  • Not too far off, $1AUD (0.60 euros) would be a cheap can of beans (which is often mostly water, even if it's a 400g can, once you drain the beans, your millage varies by brand) $3 a can is average for name brands that fill the can to the brim.

    But when you can buy 500g of dried beans for $3.99, and that will make the equivalent of 8-10 cans of beans, as someone who doesn't eat meat (and has allergies so can't eat commercial "mock meats"), I eat at least 2 serves of legumes every single day. Buying cans adds up at that scale even though I'm just one person. So I always buy dry legumes when I can.

    I definitely have some cans in the pantry for emergencies though, because they are very convenient.

    But I also have some pre-cooked, unseasoned beans and chick peas in the freezer, when I cook up a big pot I always throw a few portions in the freezer. They defrost in less than a minute in the microwave, so I'll use them before I crack open a can of beans.

  • I'm not exactly super rich from med bills right now, but being physically well enough to do normal stuff would be a pretty bittersweet miracle.

    Oh to just be told "it's terminal, you've got 6 months, good news, you'll have a surge of health before the end"

    It's not what I would hope for from my life, but it sounds nice to finally be able to just, stop.

    No more chasing down GPs for refferals, no more calling specialists asking if they've sent over results and reports. No more weekly appointments trying to find the right medication. Most more confusion over "is this symptom something new that's unrelated? Or Is it related? Will it be temporary? Is this symptom my new normal? Wait, is this a drug side effect?"

    No more fighting with council to get ramp access to my house, no more stressing over how I will ever be able to afford the home care I'll need for the extended duration I'll need it on the income my disability limits me to.

    No more looking at my mother and my auntie's as they slowly crumble, while still being expected to suck it up and bear the responsibilities they always have. No more seeing the long, deteriorating future ahead of me reflected by my loved ones.

    No more "oh, you're chronically ill? have you tried drinking water and doing yoga?"

    No more "you don't look sick"

    I've only got 6 months to have to put up with any of this, and then I'm gone.

    I'd prefer to be alive, but I wouldn't be upset at the universe if that's the hand I was dealt.

    6 months is a good time frame. Certainly beats getting hit by a bus tomorrow - who would look after me cat?

  • Not a bad haul, I might be biased as an Australian, but that looks like good value for money for food that's balanced and easy to cook.

    As a fellow non-meat eater, I am deeply disturbed by the lack of legumes in this photo, but if you're not a fan of cooking from dried, then I get it, canned can get expensive for what you get out of it.

    Some charred chickpeas with olive oil lightly smashed on that rosemary bread would end up being my breakfast for a week straight if this was my house.

  • It was 1am and I couldn't sleep so I was sneaking out trying to make it excuses to my parents about needing a glass of water or something.

    My mum was trying to push me out of the kitchen because she was wrapping a present and icing a cake for my birthday as a suprise.

    She ushered me into the living room, but instead of going back to the kitchen she got distracted by the telly and sat down.

    I thought my dad was watching some weird straight to VHS movie on the community channel. I didn't initially think it was the international news. I sat down and watched for a good 20 minutes, wondering why my parents were so hooked. I was thinking it was like a modern retelling of war of the worlds or something because the whole "movie" so far was just a news broadcast about planes crashing into buildings..... Then I realised this was live news.

    I should have caught on sooner, when my dad didn't immediately send me back to bed, he let me stay and watch which he would never do for a movie. I was just old enough to comprehend what was happening, that lives were being lost and thousands of people in America were left hopeless and in crises. But not old enough to imagine what this could mean for the world going forward, and not really old enough to understand that it was a planned terror attack. I remember asking mum if I should cancel my birthday party, and my dad asked why, then my mum and dad argued over it because mum agreed it wasn't a day for celebrating, but dad argued that it shouldn't matter, America was on the other side of the planet and we didn't personally know anyone. I went to bed while they were yelling and I guess mum won because we rescheduled the party for a week later.

  • Yup, that's what the meds are called.

    The only reason I'd ever use a brand name is if I genuinely need a specific brand (I have allergies so there are some brands I can't have because of the inactive ingredients they use) or if I physically can't pronounce the generic name.

    Diclofenac is a prime example. No matter how many times I study the word and practice, I can't stop myself from saying "dick flen ick" when I get to the chemist. Which is just so wrong. So I ask for "the generic Voltaren"

    But I'm also just as likely to ask for a drug by its class if I can't pronounce the name.

    Eg: the beta blockers I used to be on, I'd have to think really, really hard to say "Propranolol" because otherwise I'd end up accidentally saying "propofol". Not too big of a deal because obviously If I'm picking up a prescription for Propranolol and I ask for propofol the pharmacist is just going to chuckle and correct me. But to avoid it I'd just say "I'm here to pick up a my beta blocker script for, [name] [birthdate]".