I loved that dog more than she will ever know.
I have no spoons left. I’m in the middle of a 10 day work week. I have three to go, and I have no spoons left. I am so screwed.
So today at work a customer laughed and asked about my scar by saying “What happened? Did you have a run in with a dull knife?”
I just looked at him and said “No, it was an incredibly sharp knife.” And left it at that.
He looked a little nervous for the rest of our transaction.
I have bronchitis. Thanks to the ACA, I was able to get medicine for $0. #ThanksObama
that came from taxes I paid.
Well, let my know how much I owe you and I’ll drop a few pennies in the mail. War comes from taxes you paid, and I personally dislike the amount I pay going for that… Maybe we should check “yes” or “no” on our 1040 forms this year for allocation of tax dollars.
I’m sorry you think I’m lying, but I’m not. I qualified for the Medicaid expansion under the ACA, which is partially funded through taxpayer revenue. I don’t think the IRS mailed you a letter saying, “Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaah! This year’s tax dollars went to pay for medicine for poor people mwahahaha!” Who knows? Maybe YOUR portion of tax dollars went to a Hellfire missile that took out a village in Afghanistan. Ooh, how exciting for you!
Comfort yourself with that thought as I use my inhaler, which I would not have been able to afford without the ACA.
#gonna need obamacare to afford treatment for that burn jackass
what the fuck is wrong with Americans who aren’t on board with free healthcare. I’m Canadian and I don’t care that I pay extra taxes so a little boy in Alberta can have open heart surgery, or an elderly man in Nova Scotia can get the heart medication he desperately needs. It’s called taking care of your people. I’m glad I pay so that people can have a good quality of life. It’s called being a decent fucking human being.
If you can’t be on board with healthcare I can’t be on board with you.
Thanks to health care reform I was able to got the the doctor when I lost my hearing in my left ear. When I went to the ENT they discovered a lump on my thyroid as well as a hearing disorder called meniere’s. A mouth later I was being diagnosed with stage 2 thyroid cancer. My tumor was small but spread to my lymph system. I was asymptomatic, but it had already spread. If I couldn’t pay to go see the doctor I would have never went when I couldn’t hear. I would still have the tumor. I would still have cancer spreading through my body. Instead I am celebrating one year cancer free. I would rather pay more in taxes if it means someone like me is saved. If I had waited until I had symptoms or the tumor became visible my survival rate would have plummeted.
I am still here because I had access to healthcare.
I’m signed up on this one childcare/tutoring/pet sitting website and I get emails every day with new jobs near me. There’s this one user with three kids (one BABY, one 4 year old, and one 11 year old I think) who needs a babysitter every day for most of the day, and they want to pay that babysitter $5 an hour.
For three kids.
One of which is a BABY.
r u srs.
Back when I was nannying I had a mother they that on me. $5 and hour for 3 kids the youngest wasn’t out of diapers. I wanted to scream at her “This is the person who will be responsible for your children for over 8 hours a day!”. It was also funny since she would only accept a college grad. She genuinely surprised I didn’t accept the position.
"Early" does not mean "better."
When I tell people about my cancer experience, I usually add in something like:
- It was a really tiny tumor.
- I just went through one round of radiation.
- They found it early.
- It had the potential to be much worse in a couple years.
Why do I say that?? Why do I downplay my…
This sound exactly like me. We caught my cancer very early, but I am sick all the time now. I’ve been told how lucky I am I got diagnosed with meniere’s and found the tumor. But now I have a disease that causes progressive hearing loss and cancer. Am I really all that lucky? Yesterday I couldn’t move. I came home from work and slept for 14 hours. But if I say it’s not OK or I’m not OK I seem to hurt people or make them uncomfortable. It’s a no win situation and I’m getting bogged down by it.
Like and/or Reblog this if you have a Chronic Illness (physical, mental, rare and/or life threatening). I wanna see how many people on Tumblr have to deal with constant pain and live their life with something chronic.
(Source: photorose11, via zimball)