- I had a really lovely shift working with the lady who originally abhorred me. We are finally understanding and appreciating one another.
- I am constantly worried that I am too clingy and that all my friends will leave me. Especially my BBFF.
- It is really hard to keep a productive blog when working full time. My holidays are in 3 shifts time.
Why is it that evil villains always find poison to inject into their victims like just literally fill the syringe with air and just stick the needle between their toes or something. It’ll mimic a heart attack and the victim will die pretty quick and NO ONE WILL ASK MANY QUESTIONS BECAUSE IT’LL LOOK LIKE A HEART ATTACK
first of all how do you know this information i feel like the government doesnt want you to know that
What doesn’t everyone know injecting air into the blood stream causes an air embolism? (It’s similar to decompression sickness that divers etc. can get.)
You all never read any murder mysteries, right?
Fun fact: This can also happen during pregnancy, as if there wasn’t enough things to be scared of round then.
Yeah but you need a fuck ton of air. I was talking about it today with my colleague and I need to fact check but he said over 30mL (unless comorbidities). Which is a lot of air.
Documented cases of cardiac arrest have been with over 100mLs, but there are lots of other problems that air emboli can cause.
The older lady that I’ve been working with who has the exact same personality as my mother keeps going on about my nose ring and how I’m so beautiful without it and why don’t I just take it out because it ruins me and basically
that is exactly why I have it
You’re all cute okay. Don’t sweat it.
I’m really sick of being told “don’t cry” or “there’s no point in crying about it.”
If crying were a choice, I promise I wouldn’t trouble you with it. Obviously something that’s been said or done has rendered me incapable of controlling that particular maladaptation.
Its really fucking unpleasant to cry. Literally no one enjoys it.
So it is 952 at night. Should I make a cake y/n?
RIGHT so my exam has been postponed AGAIN. W-H just gave me a call to say that rosters fucked us around again. Darn. But it is DEFINITELY on the 20th.
And if its not, hopefully they just give me my new epaulets because I don’t want to play anymore.
I want to make science posts but I am tired and tomorrow I am waking up early and buying a bicycle which I will bicycle on to my friend’s house.
And then maybe I will bake a cake.
Basically, I am becoming suburbia.