Heres one for my #pwME#MECFS#LongCovid people. When confronted with the constructed image of Wessely as too decorated to be wrong, remember this guy...
"Malaria Therapy [was] the 20th century practice of deliberately injecting patients in asylums with malaria to induce
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fevers and convulsions which were believed to then cure the patient of madness. This therapy earned Dr Julius Wagner-Jauregg a Nobel Prize and this practice continued into the 1930's according to Stetfer and Watson 2016."
So he literally won a Nobel prize for his cruelty (first time the prize for Medicine had ever gone to a Psychiatrist too) but his work was discredited & abandoned later.
#PACETrial wasn't even close to that lauded. We can do it.
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The * is because my copy of this book is as an audiobook, and this wasn't a name I could be sure I had found the correct spelling for. So it's either that, or similar.
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On the ludicrous get a mortgage on benefits plans for low waged people who get Universal Credit:
Most households on UC are actually in work. Including mine. We just can't earn enough to survive.
Sometimes that's because of illness. For most though, it's just poor pay.
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And poor pay does not make for a quiet, obedient Tory voter base. It makes for miserable, oppressed, demoralised and unhappy workforce.
A people who will not stop complaining about the price of privately rents either. A major cause of further impoverishment and inequality.
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This is the point at which an intelligent government would say we need to address that the state is subsidising wages and housing, to the benefit of private profits. How do we slow the public to private cash pipeline.
Today in Things I Cannot Afford, Let me tell you in excessive detail, just how much fuss it is, when something important breaks and you're poor.
See the big turnable knob in this image? This is similar to the washing machine I have, only the knob is no longer turnable...
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I had to be on a scheduled, important zoom. I compromise as much as I can and attended without my camera or mic on except when speaking, but I was still not really available to the kids. This happens semi regularly.
I asked them to "get the washing on" before zoom started.
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The kids are often naughty to the washing machine. By quirk of house design (every room shape here is stupid, uneven and unhelpful) my nail varnish lives near said washing machine, so the little angels sit there and paint the knob new colours when they are bored.
2. Summer last year gov't decided to fund kids clubs for the holiday, provided they offered the kids food or the parents education or something. I forget the exact set up.
This was a 3 day animation workshop, with lunch for the kids and a £25 supermarket gift card bribe for me.
3. It was run by extremely posh people. I didn't expect that. I don't know what I expected, teachery childcarey people maybe? Artsy people? Did not expect Mr Evidently-Private-School and Ms Probably-Got-A-Title, with Master Making-My-Uni-Application-Look-Better along for the ride
As this ridiculous tweet reflects so much if the half-baked nostalgic claptrap peddled by the right wing in discourse around modern poverty is a huge self-own, let's debunk it...
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2. Firstly, a note of warning:
Industrial scale bot fleets are used by foreign powers with malicious intent. The game is to embolden the easily led within this country to sow discord.
They make mean gits feel at home, to undermine a united and effective culture and country.
3. But I have nothing else better to do.
I'm gonna start the week on Sunday (for the sake of the cold meats) and let's look at what the costings here really are.
Let's assume a family of 4, because 1970s idealism and all that, and a dated nostalgic diet.
Which proves he's never even fucking been to one, because the fresh produce that comes into some foodbanks from @FareShareUK and supermarket sources is the first stuff people head for.
2. Firstly, when you feel a bit down and someone asks you how you are, do you ever just say "fine", "mustn't grumble", "not too bad"?
Why?
Because giving the full detail would lead to a conversation about it and you don't want one, that's why.
So you politely close it down.
3. At the front of the line at the foodbank as you hold everyone up, the nice middle class lady asks if you want canned spam or mystery (horse) meatballs. You reckon you'd out loud declare "fuck off Mary, I'd rather eat my own vomit" when you say "fine" to people who love you?
Every little thing is so stressful on a low income. The kids want to go to the cinema. The tickets are heavily discounted- £16.71. This cinema allows you to bring your own popcorn, so even with snacks <£20 and here I am agonising that decision like I'm taking out a mortgage.
On the one hand the kids have to have some levity, damnit. They have been brought to breaking point by miserable circumstances before, they aren't machines, kids must play.
On the other, I can calculate that exactly into litres of milk and number of baths of hot water.
It shouldn't require a deep dive into the family finances mathematically, morally, emotionally, for every tiny little thing. But it does.
If this was temporary between jobs, it would be one thing, but we're in this position because I am sick with an illness only 5% recover from.