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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.

I’m gonna talk about a thing here, and so, CW: PTSD.

People with PTSD commonly deal with a thing called “hyper-vigilance” and that can be in a mental and/or physical way.

Over-simplification: it means we are always clenched up and preparing for catastrophe. Now, I deal with this both physically and mentally. I’m on medication to help with it, but it hasn’t helped much.

I’m gonna focus on the physical side.

My muscles don’t relax. Ever. I can force them to release, but it’s actually painful because my muscles are always clenched.

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

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.

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.

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’m gonna thread off this thread.

I lived in rural white Indiana for 36 years.

There’s am important factor people rarely talk about in these discussions: These people will never vote against the GOP. They just won’t.

And let me tell you why...

https://twitter.com/diannaeanderson/status/1069256816595369984

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.”

Folks. I am about to share the weirdest tale I’ve ever experienced, even by my high bar of weird.

A weird 37 years in the making.

Buckle up for the STORY TIME OF WHUT Like, this one is so trippy I wouldn’t even share it if there weren’t many, many witnesses and legal documents that verify. It’s THAT SURREAL.