#It ain't easy being wheezy
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Do doctors exist simply to torment? What the fuck just happened😖
I cannot believe the fucking telephone appointment I've just had. It was setup a couple of weeks ago under "medication review" but didn't specify what medication they'd be reviewing. A simple medication review. I've done it 1000 times, usually with a pharmacist.
This time, a doctor/pharmacist/receptionist I don't know, I've never heard or seen before calls (even tho it's from the surgery number), "I'm ringing about your med review" I ask him to clarify which ones as I wasn't told. One of them is my migraine tablet(M), the other my asthma inhaler(A).
"How long have you been on M?" "You can't be on M anymore as they (are known to) impact your asthma" I explained I'd been on them for a long while and have not had any asthma problems because of them. I explained what does flare my asthma. Then he says "well if M are causing wheezing..." No I said, they don't cause wheezing, I've had no problems despite you saying they impact my asthma." He responds with, "How do you know its asthma, what if you DON'T have asthma?" is this guy taking the piss? I look at my phone to make sure I am actually speaking to the fucking surgery I'm registered with.
Like... I get inhalers every month, before covid I go to asthma clinic every year (because you have to), I had to have my tonsils removed as a child because they stopped me breathing & tonsilitis always made asthma flare. It's been there since childhood (thanks for the prenatal cigarettes mam). And all of a sudden my old ass is having to explain to what is basically a stranger on my phone, about my own asthma. This guy is sat there with my medical notes for fucks sake. I say to him "sorry are you actually questioning whether or not I have asthma something I've had my whole life?"
He goes back to his original point. "you can't have M anymore because of asthma" so I ask how to manage migraines without M. He offers another medication i can't take because they make you sleepy, and I already take meds that do that. If he'd looked...."oh they make you sleepy do they," talking to himself" well yes you would be quite zonked out so let's not do that one then"
He offers another medication used for "blood pressure." High, low? Who fucking knows? I told him about my BP problems for him to say "well let's see how you get on with it or give us a ring back" not even caring or failing to understand the frequency and severity of which I faint. Again, read my notes.
I'm waiting for a Neurology appointment I explain, as I have been having frequent seizures. "and what have they said about migraines?" IM WAITING FOR THE APPOINTMENT ASSHOLE. "oh yes, I see that here now, seizures, yes."
He goes back to asthma. I am just dying to get off the phone, I want this conversation to end. I am beyond livid. Multiple times he actually questioned diagnoses that are on his damn screen or didn't even bother to look at. He's prescribed something I didn't even hear the name of because I wanted to launch my phone, that I can "pick up" from reception. My guy, I am bed/housebound. Again, if he only read the notes.
Now I have to wait to see what this is, understand why and if what he was going on about with the M is correct. It feels weird to be suddenly told nah ya can't really be on this now, unless some rules have changed overnight and they're having to cover their tracks.
This guys behaviour and words caused all sorts of medical trauma to surface, that constant battle of not being believed, being second guessed, and this time it's about fucking asthma, you know my INABILITY to breathe. I must somehow be imagining it and not really need an inhaler eh?
The best bit, the cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the bit that lessened my anger and brought me back to the sick joke the world is playing was "we would like to see you about your asthma and inhalers but due to STAFF SICKNESS, it will have to be in the New Year."
They forget that I have chronic fatigue and chronic pain, I'm just left to deal with this shit. Most of the time, I can't because I'm unable. So fed up. I just want to be believed. Heard. Does anyone do their job properly anymore? Do any doctors exist that want to help a patient or is it just fiction for the television?
Exhausted after all this.
#chronic life#chronic pain#chronic illness#chronically ill#chronic fatigue#tw doctors#spoonie problems#chronic migraine#asthma#It ain't easy being wheezy#medical trauma#sick of it
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It ain't easy being wheezy
Slightest bit of weather change
Literally takes my breath away
It ain't easy being wheezy
Oh no, no no no
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Get ya flu shot kids or you'll end up with seasonal asthma like me.
#it ain't easy being wheezy#seasonal asthma#puff puff pass#I'm kinda drunk#it's raining and my lungs are evil bitches#get ya flu shot
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girlfriend is too funny I have to keep using my inhaler when we call
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the haters (my lungs) are mad at me for having an epic swag moment (letting my dad peer pressure me into taking a few hits off his weed vape)
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One thing about me is that both in video games and real life, I struggle with inventory management. I want to carry everything.
I got a mod for skyrim to multiply the carry weight and it asks on installation what you want the multiplier to be. At first I thought I could maintain a reasonable inventory I just needed a little room, so I chose the lowest setting which I think was 2 or 3 times. I hit that almost immediately and adjusted it up to the next step, which was 10x. That lasted me about one play session and early into the next one I hit the cap again. So I changed it again to the highest setting, 100x, and had to start putting more points into stamina when I leveled up because each level would give me 1000 extra carry weight and it would hold me over for a few levels and I could still get the attributes I needed, but I did stay consistently close to the cap.
In addition to the carry weight multiplier, I also had a mod that adjusted the weight of many items to make them easier to manage. It made things like lockpicks and potion ingredients weightless, dragon bones and scales only weigh 1, and made most misc items and potions either very light or completely weightless. And I was STILL hitting the already ridiculously high cap.
I want to carry E V E R Y T H I N G.
In real life I like clothes with lots of pockets and big pockets. Which unfortunately lends itself to me building a pretty masculine wardrobe. But like, I love me some baggy cargo pants and jackets covered in pockets and hoodies with a single giant pocket on the front. I fucking love pockets. I want a cute femme outfit with lots of pockets.
But no matter how many pockets I have, I will fill them. It is inevitable. I need an infinite fucking inventory pocket dimension because there is not enough room on my body to carry everything I want to keep with me. Let alone things I may need to carry temporarily.
I went to a house party last night and my outfit had 10 pockets, all of which were full. Please allow me to list the contents:
My bigass keychain with 11 keys, 2 dead keyfobs for my non-functional car, a bottle opener that I never use, and 4 loyalty cards. 2 of which are for my current workplace, one from my last workplace in a different state, and one that I found on the ground outside of a bar one night.
My inhaler. It ain't easy being wheezy.
3 vapes. The one I had felt like it was about to die and when I went to buy a new one they had a 2/whatever deal.
My Swiss army knife. I've carried one at (almost) all times since I was like 12.
My bag of rocks, which contains 3 rose quartz and 1 tiger's eye.
My mask
A hairtie
My wireless earbuds
My wallet
My phone
A bottle of Jaegermeister
A bottle of gray goose
A bottle of water
A bottle of Dr. Pepper cream soda
3 prerolled joints
A lighter
A really cute pair of fingerless fishnet gloves that I love but didn't end up wearing bc they weren't a part of my costume
A receipt from work where I stopped to get a drink on the walk over to the party and I kept it bc it had coupons
$10 outside of my wallet because the thing I saw for the party said $10 at the door but I ended up slipping in the side door when some people came out to smoke 🤙so I put that $10 in the bands' collection bowl before I left
So yeah for most of the party I had some bottle or another in my hands because I just didn't have enough pocket space to carry it. I just kept thinking to myself "you are overencumbered and cannot run" and it pissed me off so bad. Like I wanted to grab some snacks on the way too and I was like ah shit where would I even put them. I need more pockets.
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Oooh another would you rather!
Level A:
1. Oh Yzma definitely. She wouldn't try to marry my kid, she has an awesome lab, and as long as I treat her justly I think we could get along.
2. I don't like needles. Poison apple it is.
3. Honestly, I'll go with Frollo. I ain't gonna get blamed for Hades' plan working, and I will have the chance to make Frollo suffer for everything he's done. I can't be upfront or else he'll catch on, but I want to turn his whole world upside down.... And I have a better chance of befriending Quasimodo! :D
4. Oooooh neither option sounds good... I think I'll pick the favor. At least I only have to do it once... Hopefully...
5. Hm... I'll pick Scar. I have more confidence i can charm him into not attacking me. And besides, tigers are more deadly than lions.
6. Lock, Shock, and Barrel. I may regret it, but I'm curious. Besides, we can talk about spooky stuff.
Level B:
1. I think I'll take my chances with Kaa. I feel more confident being able to sneak around his coils, and not look into his eyes.
2. Now I'm going to go with Gaston here. Yes I'm terrified of the wedding night, but I'll get the reputation of being his oh so sweet little wife (and people will LEAVE ME ALONE-), meanwhile I can... Arrange an accident, or slip arsenic in his beer slowly. He's immune to salmonella, so it will take time, but once he's gone I'll be seen as his poor widow and get sympathy instead of judgment just because I want to read a book (ngl I've been thinking about this and the last frollo one for awhile. Like how the heroines could have offed the villains themselves).
3. Hmm... I'll go with Cruella. I don't want to go mining for diamonds or work with alligators.
4. .... *deep breathes* Silver and Scroop... Especially for Scroop... I'm not sorry...
5. Oh Toon Patrol, definitely. I like creepy things so maybe I can strike up a conversation with Psycho, Stupid and Wheezy look friendly/chill enough, I'd be doing my damndest to not get on Smartass' bad side, and I highly doubt I'm Greasy's type. Sure I'm being kidnapped, but maybe if I try to be friendly I'll be able to get off easy.
6. Dr. Facilier. He seems like he'd actually like me instead of just want to use me like Mother Gothel probably would. Besides, I would love to chat voodoo and magic with Facilier.
7. Oooooh I like both options... Can I have a contract with one now and the other later? XD um... I think I'll go with Clayton first. The wildlife views would be beautiful and familiar, unlike these whole new worlds that were thought to be fictional like Atlantis.
Yes, more would you rather's! ^^ They're all I have the energy for at the moment 😅
Omggg XD Starting off great here- 'she wouldn't try to marry my kid'. Right, you're so right. Well, I mean, unless they're a dumb beef cake in their mid-20's. She might try it, then 😅😅😅 Watch out!
3. Perfect!!! XDD That's a great fic idea, too, Frollo with a wife who secretly ruins his life XDD And yeah! You get to be friends with the sweet man too!
4. I'm curious what you have in mind for this favour 🤔🤔 (I'M NOT BEING DIRTY I SWEAR. though that stuff applies too)
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2. ANOTHER GREAT CONCEPT!! I love this!! We have to talk more about Disney Villains S/O's and heroines taking them down from the inside. Also you're quite right at the start there- being Gaston's little mrs would for sure offer some immunity from town creeps. No one wants to fight him. Uh uh
4. You shouldn't be I get it XD
5. ... Why... do you highly doubt... that you would be Greasy's type?? This isn't self deprecation here is it???? =_O ... Apart from that- great answer!! ^^ I knew you would pick the weasels but I never get tired of talking about them! ^^
7. Yeah I get that ^^
Thank you so much for responding!!! I hope you enjoyed ^^
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The amount of inhalers in my room is astronomical 🤣🤣 it ain't easy being wheezy
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it ain't easy being wheezy
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Me Is
It's hard to define me.
Me is a label, or five, or more
Me is the poster on the back of the door.
Peeling and faded, part of the decór.
Me is the red walls, the UV glow paint
Me is the curtains, all pinkish and quaint
Me is the stars, all faded and faint
Me is the incessant reminder, it's isn't not ain't.
Me is the knowledge, that once came so easy
Me is the relatives, with grins fake and sleazy
Me is the pressure, leaving me queasy
Me is the shadow, black blood and wheezy.
Me is stone brick walls and odd iron nails
Me is popped blood vessels that look like freckles
Me is lying, laying, dying on my own floor.
Me is lying, saying 'Its never happened before'
Me is scars, both inside and out
Me is the flinching whenever you shout.
Me is the fear of taking others food
And millionaire's shortbread, or coming off as rude
Me is the feeling of hands around my throat
Me is the smile as she lauds and gloats.
Me is the lies, the false pretences
The wearing long sleeves whilst putting up fences.
It's the courts in PE, the questioning looks
The losing myself in piles of books.
Me is the blue and white dress, the look on mum's face
The little white 'yoghurt' stains so out of place.
Me is the knives, serrated and bloody,
But me is the phone, semi-dead and muddy.
Me is the façade, emotionless, cool
Me is the sitting by the side of the pool
Me is swimming, and playing, and living my life
Me is surviving, despite years of strife.
Me is the thought, so bleak and black
'What if instead, I hadn't fought back?'
But Me is much more, than long-bygone woes
Me is new friends and meaningless foes.
Me is smart dress, and long naps in the dark
Me is summer days napping at the park
Me is monsters on tarmac in large friendly groups
Me is my heart doing little loop-de-loops.
Me is progress, and backtracks, and frustrated sighs
Grasping for willpower that just simply dies
When something I do if not perfect at first
Then logically, therefore, I am the worst.
Be it skating or learning, or just being friends
If I don't succeed, my interest ends.
Me is the standards, more than I can reach
Me is the failure, grabbing life with each
Reaching, grabbing, twisting hand
Only to find, motivation be damned
I cannot do well, for the first time
Me is the therapy in lines of rhyme
For Me is the linguinst, who can't find the word
To scream and scream and finally be heard
Me is the fear of asking for help
Me is the assumption that 'Oh Rhys is bright!
They don't need much help, they'll be alright!'
BUT I DO NEED YOUR HELP, I DON'T UNDERSTAND
THIS SHIP IS GOING UNDER, NO LIFEGUARDS ARE MANNED
BECAUSE 'ITS SO SIMPLE, THEY'LL UNDERSTAND'
I DON'T GET IT, AND I AM NEVER HEARD
YOUR ASSUMPTIONS TAKE MY VOICE LIKE THE SONG FROM THE BIRD
I JUST WANT TO GET IT, I WANT TO BE SMART
WHY DON'T I GET IT, WHY CAN'T I RECALL
ANYTHING YOU SAY IN THAT SO-CALLED 'NICE' DRAWL
I THINK TO MYSELF WHEN I'M SAT IN THAT HALL
'If I am not Me, who am I at all?'
#you ever write soul-wrenching poetry to avoid feeling Things?#yeah me neither#but hey#poetry#take the content#rhys writes poetry
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White Christmas, yaaaay 😕
#snow#christmas#white christmas#pure michigan#it's not that much warmer at home#but there's nothing to shovel#it's still snowing#dammit#cold-triggered asthma#it ain't easy being wheezy
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I had been taking inhalers for 17 years until a few months ago when a doctor decided I no longer need them. This week after not being able to breathe and ending up on steroids, another doctor told me it is dangerous for me not to have an inhaler...🙃
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do you ever laugh so hard that you get lightheaded and almost faint because same
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One thing about me is that both in video games and real life, I struggle with inventory management. I want to carry everything.
I got a mod for skyrim to multiply the carry weight and it asks on installation what you want the multiplier to be. At first I thought I could maintain a reasonable inventory I just needed a little room, so I chose the lowest setting which I think was 2 or 3 times. I hit that almost immediately and adjusted it up to the next step, which was 10x. That lasted me about one play session and early into the next one I hit the cap again. So I changed it again to the highest setting, 100x, and had to start putting more points into stamina when I leveled up because each level would give me 1000 extra carry weight and it would hold me over for a few levels and I could still get the attributes I needed, but I did stay consistently close to the cap.
In addition to the carry weight multiplier, I also had a mod that adjusted the weight of many items to make them easier to manage. It made things like lockpicks and potion ingredients weightless, dragon bones and scales only weigh 1, and made most misc items and potions either very light or completely weightless. And I was STILL hitting the already ridiculously high cap.
I want to carry E V E R Y T H I N G.
In real life I like clothes with lots of pockets and big pockets. Which unfortunately lends itself to me building a pretty masculine wardrobe. But like, I love me some baggy cargo pants and jackets covered in pockets and hoodies with a single giant pocket on the front. I fucking love pockets. I want a cute femme outfit with lots of pockets.
But no matter how many pockets I have, I will fill them. It is inevitable. I need an infinite fucking inventory pocket dimension because there is not enough room on my body to carry everything I want to keep with me. Let alone things I may need to carry temporarily.
I went to a house party last night and my outfit had 10 pockets, all of which were full. Please allow me to list the contents:
My bigass keychain with 11 keys, 2 dead keyfobs for my non-functional car, a bottle opener that I never use, and 4 loyalty cards. 2 of which are for my current workplace, one from my last workplace in a different state, and one that I found on the ground outside of a bar one night.
My inhaler. It ain't easy being wheezy.
3 vapes. The one I had felt like it was about to die and when I went to buy a new one they had a 2/whatever deal.
My Swiss army knife. I've carried one at (almost) all times since I was like 12.
My bag of rocks, which contains 3 rose quartz and 1 tiger's eye.
My mask
A hairtie
My wireless earbuds
My wallet
My phone
A bottle of Jaegermeister
A bottle of gray goose
A bottle of water
A bottle of Dr. Pepper cream soda
3 prerolled joints
A lighter
A really cute pair of fingerless fishnet gloves that I love but didn't end up wearing bc they weren't a part of my costume
A receipt from work where I stopped to get a drink on the walk over to the party and I kept it bc it had coupons
$10 outside of my wallet because the thing I saw for the party said $10 at the door but I ended up slipping in the side door when some people came out to smoke 🤙so I put that $10 in the bands' collection bowl before I left
So yeah for most of the party I had some bottle or another in my hands because I just didn't have enough pocket space to carry it. I just kept thinking to myself "you are overencumbered and cannot run" and it pissed me off so bad. Like I wanted to grab some snacks on the way too and I was like ah shit where would I even put them. I need more pockets.
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the old rules don’t fly anymore
Read it here on ao3.
“I’m just saying -” Flash starts, his voice high in a way MJ knows means he’s nervous which also means he’s about to be a bitch. “I can’t believe I used to think Spider-Man was so cool and it was you this whole time.”
“Sucks to be you, Mr President of the Spidey fan club,” she tries to joke but his hands are shaking a little too much as he holds a needle to her skin and she doesn’t want to swing home with her thigh muscles flapping in the wind.
OR
A FFH rewrite with MJ as Spidey.
#spideychelle#powered!mj#flash thompson rights#peter ain't easy being wheezy parker#don't at me for the picture quality#i had to screenshot a moving gif bye
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Continued from [☆]
"I certainly wouldn't want to cause 90-pound you to have an asthma attack! I'd miss you way too much. Though, I guess it ain't easy being wheezy. However, I'm not the only one that has the ability to take the other's breath away."
@juststeverogersnow
#{my soldier | steve}#my knight in ❤🤍💙#alexis and steve#juststeverogersnow#closed roleplay#closed rp#closed
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