Apytele
@Apytele@sh.itjust.works
- Comment on Pull to enter, you say? 13 hours ago:
I mean I do think suicide should be legal but I also don’t think we should let people just do it without making them stop for a second and be evaluated to see if there’s any better options for them.
- Comment on Pull to enter, you say? 14 hours ago:
oh yeah should have said it’s a nom not a full
- Comment on Pull to enter, you say? 23 hours ago:
As a psych nurse who’s worked a unit with door alarms, somebody is going to have an aneurysm if they have to reset that alarm one. more. GOTDAMN MOTHER-FUCKING TIME.
- Comment on I feel attacked 2 days ago:
You’re doing amazing.
- Comment on I feel attacked 2 days ago:
I was gonna say, women have been getting sick of men and turning into bog witches for centuries now, probably longer. The more socially acceptable version was nunneries for a while, since men need to feel like they’re in control of that some way or another.
- Comment on What a wonderful world we live in! 1 week ago:
- Comment on What a wonderful world we live in! 1 week ago:
When you read the headline you’re thinking the parachute didn’t open, but this raises the possibility that it just had a heart attack.
- Comment on The unprompted texts I send my best friend. 1 week ago:
somebody beat you to it, but good luck out there! <3
- Comment on The unprompted texts I send my best friend. 1 week ago:
Personally it’s the silkiness after a fresh wash that gives good mouthfeel, among other ways a good wash contributes to a positive experience. It’s also good to not have any cosmetic products on or directly around the penis or testicles, but the tiniest dab of scent up higher on the inguinal line, like up towards the hips, would be nice. Just not a lot, you want to get any offensive smells off with washing then just add back a little pleasant smell since the face is gonna be right up in there.
- Comment on We're deep into the baggy era mate 1 week ago:
I used to think that until I found drop crotch jogger jeans. Loose up top but skinny through the calves and cuffed to stay out of the mud. If I get extra longs I can wear them up over my bellybutton and the crotch is just normal. I looked for and found them when I found myself fantasizing about living life in my jogger scrub pants (where usually mud is the least worrisome thing that could wind up on my pants hems). Also they make my hips look huge in comparison to my tiny ankles and top so I get to look like a Pixar mom.
- Comment on you are now witnessing the peak of online discourse 1 week ago:
And?
- Comment on I can't believe this is a real article. Just wow. 1 week ago:
I’m actually doing a readthrough now and there’s a LOT of different stuff, a lot of contradictory stuff, and a lot of dudes that have some serious incel level hangups (looking at you two, ezekiel and paul) but then there’s just some bits that absolutely go hard (like the whipping you mentioned, or the times the pharisees be saying stuff about how the religious laws are this or that and jesus goes oooooofffffff ✨🫰✨🫰✨🫰✨
but the two things that are actually super consistent are a) do not work on the sabbath b) rich people are fundamentally evil, both with various ways of being said and various punishments up to and including death
there are a few people described as generally successful but it’s usually more in terms of owning / leading a people as a clan / tribe than it is in terms of having money specifically. Like it’ll describe the number of servants in the household, their tents, the herds, etc.
The only person described positively who has “wealth” in the more modern sense is Solomon, and it’s explicitly stated that this was given to him because the one thing he asked god for before anything else was the wisdom to be a good leader, and that the wealth he had was a result of using that wisdom.
- Comment on you are now witnessing the peak of online discourse 1 week ago:
I’m not sure how this relates to my statement.
- Comment on you are now witnessing the peak of online discourse 1 week ago:
Oh people forget to not feed trolls everywhere; that’s hardly a Lemmy phenomenon.
- Comment on [deleted] 1 week ago:
Oh I know why, but how the specific dosages (like, actual numbers) are actually chosen sounds like more of an art than a science.
- Comment on [deleted] 1 week ago:
…but also it’s not really helpful to me in patient care. I tend to find height and weight used separately more useful for patient care than the BMI and even then I don’t use them for much. The only time I really see a BMI that my brain does anything with is when it’s 40+ and at that point they’re almost certainly 300lb+ regardless of height and at that point the weight is still the most important piece of info I’m getting out of that section of the chart.
The caveat is that I’m not really doing too much with metabolism other than with my catatonia patients, and with them it’s much more about keeping weight on than anything else. You actually very rarely see an acute eating disorder in inpatient psychiatry (if it’s worth hospitalizing them, they need to be on a cardiac monitor and have somebody nearby who actually knows what’s in the crash cart).
Most of what I’m using the height and weight for is actually clothing / equipment sizes so I can have everything prepped for a new admission, and estimating how much literal weight is gonna get thrown around if they show up ready to fight. It’s also helpful to know if medical is dumping another supermorbidly obese patient on us (they almost have to have psych issues to get that big, but they also almost always need mobility aids we don’t have).
- Comment on [deleted] 1 week ago:
Independent.
- Comment on [deleted] 1 week ago:
My resume: I survived working for the state for over a year without any of the patients grievously injuring me. Here’s my license number.
Them: you’re hired!
- Comment on How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? 1 week ago:
I need to know your location to know what grass is ecologically appropriate to grow there. Wouldn’t want you growing an invasive species.
- Comment on How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? 1 week ago:
3 or 54 exactly, and nothing in between. Also, you are taking all of this waaay too seriously. Go touch some grass.
- Comment on Navy seal 1 week ago:
Please join us over at !sciencediagramshitposting@sh.itjust.works if you have any more, but I’ve alreadyCrossposted this one.
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- Comment on Cheers lads an lassies 1 week ago:
Marvin the depressed robot
- Comment on There he goes 2 weeks ago:
pretty much, yeah. there’s not much else to say! I didn’t stay at that job long but it was less to do with that in particular and more it was ultimately just because it wasn’t meant to be.
- Comment on There he goes 2 weeks ago:
ok final story; I have to get some sleep at some point.
my very first healthcare job was as a phlebotomist going around room to room in the hospital collecting blood samples. So possibly one of the few jobs on their feet as much or even more than the nurses. But I didn’t really understand how hospitals were laid out yet so I had just been trying to keep my eyes out for a water fountain and just couldn’t seem to find one. So I got a little dizzy but figured we’d go for lunch or something soon so I’d just push through.
Finally I was starting to get real dizzy though so I went and asked a nurse for some water and she was like “oh, you mean the nutrition room!” and pointed it out in the nurses station. So I turned and looked where she was pointing, then looked back, and the world narrowed into a pinpoint and disappeared. I vaguely and briefly remember walking on a beach and talking to someone at this point, but I don’t remember who it was or what was said.
Then I woke up sitting in a rolly chair with like ten people around me and I couldn’t move my mouth because my lips were completely numb. Somebody took my blood sugar and it was fine, but also I got really nauseous suddenly and I wanted to warn them but I couldn’t speak. But then I gagged a little and there was an eme-bag under my face SO fast.
Anyway at that point a stretcher showed up and some lady introduced herself to me as the intensivist and they started wheeling me down to the ER and the only words I was finally able to get out were nooooooooo and she was like “oh honey no, you’re going to the ER.” And then my supervisor (my brand new supervisor, this was my FIRST. DAY.) came down while I was still puking everywhere and helped clean my puke off me.
The end!
- Comment on There he goes 2 weeks ago:
I forget where exactly the dosage calculation got screwed up but it was also one of those things where I wasn’t feeling it yet so I took more and when it finally kicked in I was fucked. I felt my blood pressure drop (and verified it actually, my anxiety med is also a blood pressure med after all) and wound up calling an ambulance. It turned out I didn’t need the ambulance for the blood pressure but just because I probably would have aspirated my puke.
I remember thinking every single thought possible and them branching out infinitely from each individual one of those and also thinking the opposite of them all at the same time. I was convinced I was somehow aware that I was having a seizure (which like, isn’t a thing). I remember feeling like that bit in 2001 A Space Odyssey where he goes through the monolith like I was being dragged across the universe by a rope around my neck. Then I got thrown into whatever that thing bender was talking to was in the Godfellas episode of futurama.
Then I woke up in the ER having been propped up over the siderail of a stretcher over a bucket full of puke with IV fluids running. 2/5 stars. I’d give it less but I’m pretty sure I met god and I’d hate to be rude. It was a lot less nice than the time I passed out on my first day of work, although I don’t remember much of the unconscious period of that one either.
- Comment on There he goes 2 weeks ago:
One time I did accidentally drank 1200mg of caffeine.
I bought a bunch of Celsius energy drinks in a bunch of different flavors when they first came out. and i bought them on the way to a party so i figured i would just store them in the fridge there and take them home in the morning. and then the party got going and I got tipsy and somehow forgot they were caffeinated. So I was just mixing them up, thinking they were seltzers, and drank literally all of them with a shit ton of alcohol. Which feels great when the alcohol is still in effect because they sort of compliment each other.
So I was just full of a somehow relaxed energy for a while. But then I got this sudden weird urge to walk home. So I just left at like 2 a.m. and walked halfway across the city at 2am. No one bothered me, but I probably looked like an insane tweaker (Which I basically was ).
So I got home to my bed which is where I wanted to be. But I was weirdly just like not sleepy at all. and then my husband calls me like where the fuck did you go. which, FAIR. So I told him that he took it in stride remarkably well. but then he was like where did the energy drinks go? And I was like, what energy drinks? and then I checked my pulse and it dawned on me.
Anyway, I looked it up in the LD50 was like 10 times what I had. plus my as needed medication for anxiety is propranolol anyway. But I did spend like the next six hours in bed under a fan throwing the blanket on and off myself and occasionally running to the bathroom to shit my guts out.
It was almost as bad as the time I took 300mg of THC as a first time never even smoked before dose.
- Comment on [deleted] 2 weeks ago:
A marriage is a mutual responsibility of the people in it and no one else. Only those two people are even capable of upholding the promises they made to each other.
- Comment on [deleted] 2 weeks ago:
Probably not, it depends on what you did. I can (almost) guarantee it was one of two situations though:
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it wasn’t actually that bad.
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If it was bad enough that you did manage to actually grievously harm or even kill someone, you were almost definitely put in a situation / given access to something no sane adult should or would have ever allowed a 6 year old child to have access to (such as a gun, or being in a position to knock someone off a cliff).
As for your current everyday life, I need you to understand that an inferiority / guilt complex is in itself a burden on everyone around you. I once dated a guy with a similar guilt complex and he was impossible to deal with because I kept having to constantly shore up his self esteem for him.
If you really want to do something that benefits other people, start by working on yourself and your self esteem. You may be able to try self-help books, videos, personal mantras, etc, but if you’re not making any headway with those you likely need professional therapy. You are no good to anyone (and even a bit of a drag), if you continue on with this mindset.
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- Comment on No movie has a bigger cultural impact than Final Destination 2 3 weeks ago:
Yeah I was gonna say they’re actually up there with cigarettes apparently. Including being addictive, somehow.
