Doctor of pharmacy. Board certified psychiatric pharmacist and pharmacotherapy specialist. She/her. Literally here because I’m too mad for Facebook.All patient details are changed to respect the privacy of those I care for. Descriptions of people I work with are also changed to respect their privacy.
staring at the blank page before you open up the dirty window let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin no one else can feel it for you only you can let it in no one else no one else can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open today is where your book begins the rest is still unwritten
I don’t know who needs to hear this but, while at low doses THC can relieve some anxiety, as the doses increase it destabilizes the endocannabinoid system and ultimately causes anxiety.
Plus, it has a hangover effect that, unlike with alcohol, you don’t perceive. Don’t drive the day after.
If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
right now on earth there’s a kindly old stray tomcat who just got adopted and he’s receiving enough food to fill his belly for the first time in his entire life and he’s so so so happy and he doesn’t even know that it’s going to be like this forever :)
lol thanks for the post suggestion there tumblr, but I’m not angling to be an influencer or anything here. My goal is to never get big enough for a patient or colleague to identify me.
And then there’s Effie telling Katniss and Peeta about how lucky they are to stay in luxury. Cut to Katniss’s numb and confused expression. All she really wants is to live, to have consistent food and shelter for her family.
Someone asked me what I’d do with all of the pharmacist money after graduation. I stared at them blankly for a minute. I only wanted to never have to be afraid of homelessness again.
I eventually said I’d only buy the good kind of tweezers.
On my annual Hunger Games kick. Figured out one reason why it speaks to me so much.
I grew up in poverty, was also in poverty during my graduate education, surrounded by classmates and faculty that usually weren’t first generation college students like me. Raising a child with a developmental disorder on my own, far away from everyone.
I read up on how rich people can tell when another is in their class, so I could behave that way, so I might gain access to the networking connections needed for a solid career. I’d take clothes from donation bins and thrift stores and remade them, changing plastic buttons for wood or mother of pearl, adding linings in, hemming etc. Feeling all the while like I was one poor grade away from being homeless again, terrified of not being able to provide for my child.
Dressing and talking the way the upper classes do, always sensing that I was getting it wrong in some way that I hadn’t grasped. Always hiding my tween daughter from them.
Just like when Katniss and Peeta are dressed up for the Capital interviews. The author’s depiction of their trauma, confusion, and desperation was so clear. I’m so grateful that she wrote these books.
Yes, Ged was wonderful, and I’m always grateful for these authors who create characters who were can see ourselves in, and who become the heroes!
And my experience was the same re: undergrad versus graduate school. There’s always a minority of students like you and me in undergrad, but they’re gone during graduate school.
On my annual Hunger Games kick. Figured out one reason why it speaks to me so much.
I grew up in poverty, was also in poverty during my graduate education, surrounded by classmates and faculty that usually weren’t first generation college students like me. Raising a child with a developmental disorder on my own, far away from everyone.
I read up on how rich people can tell when another is in their class, so I could behave that way, so I might gain access to the networking connections needed for a solid career. I’d take clothes from donation bins and thrift stores and remade them, changing plastic buttons for wood or mother of pearl, adding linings in, hemming etc. Feeling all the while like I was one poor grade away from being homeless again, terrified of not being able to provide for my child.
Dressing and talking the way the upper classes do, always sensing that I was getting it wrong in some way that I hadn’t grasped. Always hiding my tween daughter from them.
Just like when Katniss and Peeta are dressed up for the Capital interviews. The author’s depiction of their trauma, confusion, and desperation was so clear. I’m so grateful that she wrote these books.
On my annual Hunger Games kick. Figured out one reason why it speaks to me so much.
I grew up in poverty, was also in poverty during my graduate education, surrounded by classmates and faculty that usually weren’t first generation college students like me. Raising a child with a developmental disorder on my own, far away from everyone.
I read up on how rich people can tell when another is in their class, so I could behave that way, so I might gain access to the networking connections needed for a solid career. I’d take clothes from donation bins and thrift stores and remade them, changing plastic buttons for wood or mother of pearl, adding linings in, hemming etc. Feeling all the while like I was one poor grade away from being homeless again, terrified of not being able to provide for my child.
Dressing and talking the way the upper classes do, always sensing that I was getting it wrong in some way that I hadn’t grasped. Always hiding my tween daughter from them.
Just like when Katniss and Peeta are dressed up for the Capital interviews. The author’s depiction of their trauma, confusion, and desperation was so clear. I’m so grateful that she wrote these books.
i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side