My ultimate cope is that Bloodlines 2 is still in development and it'll be good

it won't, but i don't have to be rational about my heart's truest desires

I cannot stress this enough: never talk about politics publicly again. You are not welcome in any progressive groups of any worth if you think any of this drivel is acceptable. Groups like the DSA and etc would revoke your membership for comments like this. You are a fucking ghoul.

We are never going to coalesce into a national voting bloc that can win elections if people like you keep fucking us over on optics. Normal people see takes like this and are disgusted, like they actually freak the fuck out about stuff like this. It's costing us votes and it's generally disgusting

I love how many episodes of TNG are just Cold Open -> Some main cast member gets hit by the technobabble unconsciousness coconut gun -> 'I dunno captain, he appears to have been turned into a turnip' ' troubling, we should do something about that' Roll Opening Song

I ended up willingly disengaging treatment because it wasn't working for me anyways, but this is actually super interesting. My doctor was more than happy to do them forever; But that doctor is also an asshole who I suspect is indeed doing shady shit, so i'll keep this in my pocket.

in that respect, I get how someone could come to the conclusion that the only solution is something like this. Because you're backed into a corner by the world, told that you have no agency and there's no end in sight and all you want is to feel like you have some shred of power over your situation.

"This is just how the world works" It's not them, the world just isn't made for you. But that's the lie they've sold you. It doesn't have to be like this; They've shouted that into you, but it isn't true. You deserve that treatment, that help, that care. Insurance companies are fucking evil.

And then you open the 50th insurance denial letter for the one procedure that could help you and you break down crying where no one can see you, because you don't want your friends or family to see you being "Weak" (You aren't, but your brain tells you that you are). You tell yourself another lie:

Doctors, Insurance, Social Workers will tell you they're sorry but there's nothing they can do for you. They're lying, of course; But filing DEA paperwork is hard and bad doctors don't care. Fighting insurance is hard and they could be seeing patients with less issues instead. So you stew and hate.

I couldn't be born with a better spine. I had no choice. But then on top of it all, the medical industry just hates you. You're a complicated case. "we don't do pain" becomes seared into your brain like a message delivered by a hot iron. Claim denied, appeal denied, we don't cover that. Deal with it

You become a pale imitation of who you were, who you saw yourself as. The pain, managed for me by opiates every day, boils your mind into rage at those around you, even those who love you. You become bitter, seeing only who you could have been were it not for this injustice you had no choice in.

The pain is with you every day. I have two 18 inch rods bolted to my spine in 28 places. It cooks your brain, drowning not just in the physical pain but the mental anguish of losing who you are; Running becomes jogging becomes walking becomes a wheelchair. The pain robs you of joy and relationships.

In my instance, and I suspect this guy's instance, it robs you of what you once were. I was a D1 wrestling prospect before my surgery. 16 years old, just starting to realize what I wanted to be.

It's been fifteen years since then, and not a day goes by I don't hate it. It stole who I was.

I had a spinal fusion at 16 while being a D1 Wrestling prospect. It crushed my brain into a fucking cube. Over the next ten years (15 now) I lost the ability to run, then jog, and finally, walk. My body becomes exhausted walking outside of my fucking house and insurance tells me I don't need help.

And people who haven't experienced it just don't get it. Imagine being in pain 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Not a moment where you aren't mentally exhausted and raw. Not one single second where something doesn't ache. Meanwhile half your doctors make it clear they genuinely don't believe you.

"We don't treat pain" is the most direct indicator that your doctor is not actually a competent medicine practitioner, they're a fucking coward who would rather not fill out DEA paperwork because it takes time/is hard work. Every one i've ever had that said this was a piece of shit.

my insurance denies me ablative radiotherapy (killing the nerves) in my lower spine and instead demands i receive painful steroid injections every 3 months that do not work for the rest of my life. I've been told "yeah well you can sue us if you want, see you in court" about receiving basic care.

18 inch spinal fusion recipient here: people don't understand the lifelong pain and the toll this procedure takes on you. It's always there, day in and day out, 24/7 reminding you that you're crippled, in pain, and hate it. And insurance loves to deny things that might help you be in less pain (cont

They are as they have always been, jealous of your hat.