i found a bird dead, floating in the water bin we leave out for our raccoons and it was in there 20+ minutes
the kids begged me to save it
so i put wrapped it up and put it in my shirt for fast warming
an hour later
guys help my tits resurrected a bird
I did not foresee this bird starting to breathe after an hour
And then start moving
It’s still unconscious on my chest
what the flark do I do now
I was unaware of my magical lifesaving birb boobs
WHAT
DO
I
D O.
It’s dry and warm and can move it’s wings and tail and reached up and is gripping the paper towel with its precious birdy foot
what do I do for it? It’s still unconscious but how am I supposed to help it??!! what does it need????
okay just realized
I have
a teeny dinosaur on my boobies
Wookit my widdle evolved murder baby
who was deadass not with the living for an hour
my precious miracle prehistoric fren
Okay, daughter did all kinds of research and set up a recovery home with a special heating pad that can keep the box at the optimal temp for the bird’s recovery.
Food and water added later.
I miss my little boobie buddy already.
Crossing my fingers for morning!
I know it’s foot looks less than alive but his little dino feet claws are up there on purpose, heh.
Tomorrow, calling the bird sanctuary and/or vet for all the guidance!
Rooting for my baby!
okay but also
seriously
i so did not have
magical bird resurrecting tits
on my 2021 BINGO card
Thelma and Louise feel mighty
Update: 14yo daughter cared for birdy all night but the heating pad shut off.
Woke up to dead birdy. :(
But the kids begged me to try boob therapy again.
So I spent the morning with a deceased birdy on my boobs.
but then
I was checking it
and it wrapped a foot around my finger
and turned its head a little
what
the fuck
is happening
have my my boobs
created zombie birb?
did my tits start the apocalypse
plz advise
10yo son begged to take over zombie bird care while in online school because I have a doc appt down the street
does the bird only live whilst
on the actual breasties?
but okay also
it feels like it would be perfectly on brand
for my boobies to accidentally
cause the zombie apocalypse
i mean
i just
i don’t
...
okay hi magic tits zombie birb
this is some fucking stephen king shit
uh
by the way
how this started
i asked my daughter to refill bird feeders yesterday
she did a mighty scream
because she had seen the floating dead bird
I said I would get it because dead critters sad her
but i had to wait 3 minutes
because i had just logged into therapy on zoom
but i saw through the window
that the bird didn't look long dead
so while the zoom room waited for therapist to join
i sat my laptop
on the back of my couch
facing the window
with the sound up high
and the window cracked
and i raced out to get the birdy
was holding it saying i think it might be saved
for a good 5 minutes
while my therapist watched
the next few minutes
was me asking my therapist if she thought
the bird had hope
or if I was once again putting my long ingrained white night issues that cause me to focus solely on saving others and animals because no one saved me in bad situations which yeah im working on
we talked about that
while i put the shirt in my hoodie just in case
but as i pleaded my case
therapist became likewise invested
and so anyway the first 30 minutes of therapy
was her calling out her ideas on how to save it
i sat down with my laptop
carefully put birdy in my shirt
dead
and laid it comfortably
in my booby infirmary
and then finished therapy
with a frozen dead bird on my tits
an hour later it started to twitch
and well hell you know the rest
so uh
it is...
okay so it ? ? ? ?
resurrection tits
i mean I guess?
also
HELLO WIDDLE ZOMBIE DINOSAUR
WELCOME BACK
...
AGAIN?
please don’t kill us we love you
okay real talk
the wildlife rescue told me this morning
that the bird had likely hit our window
and fell into the water bin
and drowned
and the reason it had never fully woken up
was it had been without air for too long
had severe brain damage
and would die today
and that the movements
like wrapping its claws around my finger
and stretching a wing
and turning its head
were just weird things brains do once something is technically brain dead like muscle memory twitches and spasms that control parts of the body
THERE IS A MAN OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW CLEARING THE GUTTERS
I DID NOT KNOW HE WAS COMING
I AM STUCK UNDER MY COVERS
AND CANNOT FLEE
AS I AM NOT WEARING PANTS
FUCK
I NOW KNOW
BECAUSE THERE WAS NEVER CAUSE TO NOTICE BEFORE
THAT FROM THE TOILET IN MY BATHROOM
THERE IS A SPECTACULAR VIEW
OF THE ROOF
FROM THE SKYLIGHT
Now that I am wearing pants and can never pee again, I have scoped things out and see at least 2 ladders to the roof, and hear at least 2 sets of feet. They appear to be cleaning both roof and gutters.
I appear to be hiding from all windows for the rest of my natural life.
Okay, who wants to hear a creepy as fuck story that still has the hairs standing up on the back of my neck in which I demonstrably banished a ghost from my 8yo son’s body last night?
So, son has been sick all week with the flu. But like, reaaaaal sick. He has been laying in bed like this pitiful puddle of melted little dude and it’s been really hard to watch.
Last night, 12yo daughter confides in me that she believes a ghost has latched onto her brother.
I hear her out: she says it’s like her brother is gone. His eyes look different. His voice is weird. He is just sort of...gone.
Now, at first I try to explain what the flu can do to a person, but she persists. She says ghosts can latch onto people and it’s like poison.
Y’all. I just had the WORST experience with a male gyno that I was referred to for a hysterectomy. My husband was with me and this dude talked down to me, condescended, and talked over us both and did N O T H I N G.
I have now become Karen who is speaking to managers.
Turns out this dude has had MULTIPLE complaints against him for misogynistic behavior, and is known in the practice for being there to make money.
I’m about to burn a motherfucker down.
He kept insisting women at the age of almost 38 can’t possibly understand the consequences of a full hysterectomy, that “well, sometimes ovaries hurt.” and did not a damn thing to address my pain or even ACKNOWLEDGE IT. AT ALL. NOT ONCE.
I have a random weird thing I want to chat about regarding opiate addiction. (Apologies in advance for the length of this.)
So, I have chronic pain. And when we lived in Indiana, my docs prescribed me Vicodin to deal with it.
I took it for, I want to say about 10 years?
I took it very sparingly. One every night to manage the pain enough to sleep, and if I had a migraine, I’d take an extra one.
It took exactly no time before my body became physically addicted to the nighttime dose.
I suddenly REQUIRED Vicodin at night or I’d have withdrawals.
I brought this to my doctors and said how uncomfortable I was with the situation. I didn’t know much about my health history, but the adoption agency told me addiction was rampant on both bio sides, so that wasn’t a path I wanted to be on.
When Obama was running, I was listening to my father-in-law discuss the election with his family, and he said that as a teacher, he KNEW his life would be better under Obama and listed HUGE reasons why Obama was better for his life.
“But I’m still not gonna vote for him.”
And he didn’t. That family is full of people whose lives would be improved under Democratic leadership, teachers, firefighters, librarians, etc. but they all vote GOP.