Duranie @ Duranie @leminal.space

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I'd imagine Sprite being more refreshing rushing through my sinuses.

Crematoriums hate this one trick!

Should I be calling it a foot speculum or heel speculum? Which sounds worse?

Achilles speculum? Tarsal speculum?

This one took me a moment. At first glance I thought this was posted under work reform lol. I got really curious.

But isn't it basically bunny veal anyway?

A few years back my 19 yo American son had a great experience working the summer as a camp counselor here in the states. It is a religious camp (not that my son is that religion) that draws in campers from the states and Europe. Many of those campers as they get older come back as counselors. They get the appropriate visas, make money working the camp for 8 weeks, then take the few weeks after camp before they have to leave and blow that money on traveling the States and their trip home. It was an incredible experience and inspired my son to bust his ass, save money, and a few years later took a self funded trip to Europe where he couch surfed these homes of the friends he made.

I think about those kids this year. There's no way I'd risk traveling back to this shit hole country if I were them.

When I was growing up I never connected that we always had a special "breakfast for dinner" the night before Easter. What was happening is that my parents would carefully crack one end of a dozen eggs to preserve the majority of the shell, and wash them. After lightly baking the empty shells to make sure they were dry/sanitary, my dad would fill them with a candy mix (M&Ms, Skittles, peanuts, mints) then seal the egg with royal icing and dry. These eggs would be hidden in random places throughout the house. Little kid me never questioned the arrival of the eggs, but enjoyed smashing the shell and spilling the candy out.

By the time I had kids, the best I could muster is plastic shells we would fill with candy and toys. My kids still had fun and I just reused the shells year after year.

I work in hospice, and can't describe the anger and sadness I have at moments. I say moments because if I let it fester I'd be of no help.

Like the young woman that recently passed - a few years ago she was diagnosed with extremely high blood pressure in her 30s, so had to go on medication. Shortly after she lost her job and couldn't afford it, so quit talking her meds. Next thing you know she had a stroke. A couple years later she has complications leading to another event, and now she's dead.

Because lifesaving medicine and healthcare is too expensive, parents watched their child die.

If I remember correctly, the money goes to a guardian for the benefit of the child.

20 years ago I knew someone who's husband was on a motorcycle and was run over and killed by a commercial truck driver (I think he was falling sleep or something.) She was a stay-at-home mom of 4 kids at the time. In the end between the settlement and the social security, she was able to continue to stay home to raise the children and college wasn't going to be a problem either.

I haven't thought of that family in years. In typing that out, I'm realizing that the American dream is still alive and well! Kids just have to be ready to sacrifice one of their parents to get it.

I just build ovens for a living, I didn't think they'd actually use them.

The student doesn't pay for highschool, but there are still fees. My income was low enough that they waived the (roughly) $500-700 a year though. They based it off the paperwork to qualify for free/reduced lunches.

As a fellow American, I have nothing but love for our Canadian neighbors!

Whatever happens the next few years, I can only hope we get the opportunity to have an election and vote some adults back in, and start repairing relationships. Yes, I threw up a little with that. 😒.

I batch cook steel cut oats in a rice cooker every weekend, 50/50 water/milk. The kids previously rejected instant rolled oats, but actually like steel cut!

Oh God, the truth in this hurts.

Depends on how shitty of a microwave it is. If it's a cheap low power microwave it might not even start popping till 3+ minutes.

Bottom line, whatever you're microwaving just stick around and pay attention. I was working at a school and overheard students talk about how much better warm chocolate chip cookies are, and one girl said she always warms them in the microwave if they're room temp. One of her classmates was intrigued and said he'd give it a try. At some point in the evening he threw a few dry ass Chips Ahoy in the microwave and set it for 5 minutes.

The smell of burnt cookies is almost as bad as burnt popcorn. At least there wasn't a fire.

I vote for him to stay in his own unmaintained home rather than making the other residents deal with him.

Growing up in the 80's there were many Sunday afternoons that some form of rodeo was on. From what I remember they made it a timed event where the cowboy on horseback would run up next to the steer, then slide off the horse onto the steers neck, grabbing the horns and twisting to flip it to the ground. The timer stopped them the steers hip met the ground.

As a kid I thought "ok, so I guess that's a thing." As an adult I think about what it's got to be like to be startled and try to run away, only for a shitty chiropractor to throw me to the ground, then celebrate.

He passed in 2000 at the age of 52. 😐

I loved watching him when I was growing up, but as adulthood and kids took over my life, he slipped away. Thanks for the memory!

The dark side of massage therapy? People like to joke about "happy endings" at questionable spas, but chances are the "employees" are victims of human trafficking.

As a hospice worker, I'd have to say the number of family members that withhold comfort medications from patients. We have steps in place for households with substance abuse concerns, so this isn't an issue of someone taking their meds. This is people accusing us of trying to knock out the patient or outright kill them when we recommend pain or anxiety meds. No, we're not recommending morphine so we can make our job easier, we're recommending it because the patient is writhing in pain, has difficulty breathing, and screams out when you touch them. I sometimes wonder if the patient was abusive to the person caring for them earlier in life, and this is how they're getting back at them.

It's not supposed to be dark yellow, so I'm guessing better hydrated.