They all look more like “working person in an annoying meeting who can’t maintain a neutral facial expression.”

I moved from SC to WA state years ago and I’d give anything to be able to visit the south and get rid of my unwanted long covid thigh gap. When I’m healthy, I can almost get there (my pecan pie is 🔥) but there’s magic in soul food that you can’t easily recreate everywhere

I used to work in art handling. Most of my co-workers had MFAs and made little more than minimum wage while being tasked with protecting art worth millions. I met great people and had really interesting experiences, but I would never go back.

I was promised that people would give me free drugs and that hasn’t happened once.

That’s it. Take AI away. We’re not going to do good things with it. I thought I’d lost the ability to be shocked anymore, but this is (literally) outrageous. Everyone should be outraged by this.

I have a terrible memory, but I remember that day so well. Complete stillness at work. Silent tears while we tried to do work that didn’t seem to matter at all. A wonderful male co-worker quietly, lovingly, genuinely saying “I’m sorry” to the women. Sharing sheet cake recipes.

Exactly. Don’t hate me, hate the system that forced me to this point. I did everything right. This can happen to literally anybody.

Some of us have already learned that when it comes down to it, nobody really has your back. I have long covid that’s rapidly growing more severe, my husband’s wearing down doing everything he can to help, and there’s no village. No respite. It’s re-defined what “lonely” means to us.

See now, THIS is what will make me a single-issue voter. I’m ready to put up a yard sign for now asap.

I’m so concerned about patients w/neuro inflammation being misdiagnosed w/severe mental illness and committed. Some symptoms overlap but SSRIs can make it worse. I had a severe case. Hydroxyzine was the only thing that helped. If I didn’t have a great doc, it might have ended very differently.

That’s exactly it. The cognitive exertion knocks us down just like physical exertion and there’s never time for a full recovery.

I’m sliding from moderate to severe and don’t have a clue what to do about it. Life is limited to my bed to recover from work, even though I can work from home. Hobbies, friends, life.. all of that is gone now.

I’m stuck between “must work to live in a high cost of living city” and “if I don’t stop working for a little while, I’ll get more and more sick.” FMLA doesn’t cover enough of my salary - would lose housing. Feels like I have no choice but to work myself to death.

What the absolute fuck

I have a thigh gap now! I don’t want a thigh gap ! I want my muscles and that little bit of a butt I was able to build back.

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