I hate having to do this, but I’m homeless still and still living in my car. I haven’t been able to feed myself in two days, if anyone could donate to my paypal link so i can eat dinner tonight i would be beyond blessed. I never thought I’d be in this situation. I feel so alone and scared and helpless. I remember seeing posts like these and feeling bad and donating like $200 here and there because I could afford to, but now I need help and it seems like I’m just doomed. I’m kind of giving up hope honestly.
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My work laid me off today due to my coworkers complaining about my gender identity and sexual orientation and I have never been at a lower point in my entire life. Any help would be a blessing. I feel hopeless and I’m honestly terrified.
I don’t know if “spoonie guilt” is an official term, but it should be. Guilt associated with chronic illness sucks so much. I would never judge someone for taking time to work on their health and get a game plan, etc., but myself? Oh, yes, lots of judgment and guilt for not “being productive.” I am being productive, though! Reminding myself that productivity does not exclusively mean making money and being 100% independent is hard.
I mean it. You’re getting the attention you think you want, all eyes on you. Except ours.
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Your fellow waiters ask us, concerned. Behind the triage window, you can’t hear our teeth grinding.
You’re in pain, i understand that. This might even be the worst pain you’ve ever felt.
But you’re probably not dying.
Dying isn’t loud.
A patient having a heart attack does not scream and thrash and gasp for air. It’s a whisper, a tightness, with slow flexing fingers.
A stroke happens in a fraction of an instant, and never makes any sound. More whispers, halves of sentences and muscles that don’t quite match up anymore, a puppet with a few of the strings cut. Alarmed and wandering eyes, maybe, but never yelling.
Or the more common killers, infections that shut down organs or the pipes of blood that sever. Cardiac or respiratory failure. If a person can talk they are, in fact, breathing just fine.
Remember this, the next time you come to an emergency department. Remember this when you’re sitting in the waiting room, while a sleepy-looking person in a wheelchair is whisked away without a word.
I’ve been on both sides of the fence on this one. Working in the ER and being a patient. And the fact of the matter is no one can really tell how much pain you feel. One day I got brought into the ER in an ambulance with abdominal pain. I’m an EMT mind you, I hate going to the ER unless I have to. Felt like something from the Aliens movies was trying to get out of my stomach. Got assessed in triage and the pain passed. And then It came back with a vengence. Honest to God 10 out of 10. And I tried to be civil and ask the nurses if I could get moved back just so I could get something for the pain. I got the eye roll, the looks of disbelief, and told to wait. I tried walking away, my knees gave out and I landed on all fours. In the ER. And I screamed. It was the worst pain ever. They tried to put me back in a wheelchair. The movement made the pain worse. It wasn’t until the charge nurse said that I was making a scene that they took me back to an exam room. I sat there for 5 minutes waiting on my nurse. It got hard to breath. It took another 5 minutes for them to get me pain killers and an x-ray. My entire upper abdomen from my diaphragm to my belly button was full of air. My stomach had ruptured and was leaking into all of my abdomen. I was rushed to emergency abdominal surgery and was going into shock when I made it to the OR. 5 more minutes and I would have been dead. I tried to “suffer in silence and with dignity”. It almost got me killed. You don’t get to decide if people are in pain or not just by looking at them. You’re human. Not a CT scanner.
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I rear ended a car at 16 and slammed on breaks & ended up shattering EVERY bone in my right foot & snapping my ankle in half. Later, the specialists said it was the worst foot break they have ever seen. When the ambulance dropped me off at the hospital, strapped to a stretcher, they wheeled me into the break room and left me there for 30 minutes.
They left a child in the nurses break room for 30 minutes with no explanation. Just wheeled me in there and left me crying my eyes out surrounded by people playing angry birds on their phones.
When I finally saw a nurse she gave me TYLENOL and told me to go home with my mom because my foot was “a little swollen”. They wrapped it in gauze. They were mad because I was making so much noise but my foot literally felt like it was on fire.
YOU CANNOT DECIDE HOW MUCH PAIN SOMEONE IS IN!!!!
Seriously, it’s shitty shitty shitty attitudes like OP’s that make me terrified of ever having to go to the ER.
Y’all have a hard job, I know and appreciate that, but y’all can also be jaded, heartless sons of bitches and it’s seriously ill and suffering patients who pick up the tab on that.
Hello friends, as someone who is currently in school to be a medical professional, I’d like to share something with you about my fellow premed/med students:
Whenever I am in a class of premed students, the professor will inevitably ask us to share what we want to improve in the profession, what we want our focus of progress to be.
They always expect us to say things like finding better cancer treatments or improved surgery methods or things like that, but that is never, and I mean NEVER what students say.
The professors are always shocked when students always, without fail, answer that they want to work on removing injustice, prejudice, mistreatment from the system.
We are a generation of people who have had our fair share of time in the emergency room after police violence, in front of a doctor begging for access to hormones, at a nurses station screaming about abnormal excessive bleeding and ovarian pain, crying on the phone with paramedics because our friends have knives held to their wrists, and had the medical professionals rationalize our pain away, tell us we’re overreacting, tell us we’re being dramatic, that they know better than we do, that it can’t possibly be that bad because look at us, we couldn’t possibly experience pain like that so young, how could we?
Except we can, and we have, and we do, and we don’t get the immediate care we desperately need because current medical professionals are biased against people’s age, color, sexuality, gender, because they look at someone different than them and think “they don’t feel pain like I do”.
My generation of doctors, nurses, paramedics? We’ve experienced that. We’ve been on the receiving end of that biased mistreatment more times than we can count.
Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.
Dr. Willie Parker, who is trained as a gynecologist and OBGYN, is a hero for the pro-choice movement because he’s honest about the undiscussed aspects of getting (or not getting) an abortion. Watch how he gives a consultation.
That last statement about regret is so important, because so many people don’t understand what it is or what causes it. Anti-choicers exploit this by manipulating pregnant people and creating doubt, which only increases the likelihood of regret, no matter what decision the pregnant person makes. You know what is best for you, even if it takes some time to figure it out.
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