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Cake day: December 17th, 2023

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  • Once you’re at this level, you’re looking to get improvements of a fraction of a percentage. I don’t know the specifics cause I’m not a pro shooter despite being American, but from other high level skill people I know, you hit a point where improvements basically plateau and you have to resort to increasingly niche products to obtain non skill improvements. If you want proof of that, check out calligraphy and fountain pen communities. The amount of money some people spend on things I didn’t know existed is wild.

    (No bad judgement to those folks, I’ve gotten hard into map making and 3d printing lately, so I’m right behind you)






  • Happens to men too unfortunately.

    Went into the hospital last year in extreme pain between my chest and abdomen. This is the exact pain both my mother and father felt before their gallbladders had to be rapidly extracted.

    Now, when I say pain, I fucking mean pain. They were giving me crazy amounts of high strength pain killers and they were lasting for more minutes. Then they prescribed me something and discharged me. Next day I’m back and worse than ever, so they finally admit me and assign me to the surgeon.

    Man comes in immediately acting like I’m just here seeking drugs. I’m reeling in pain and we’re all explaining what’s happening. Dick head refused to do any tests, he just wanted to wait me out, so the bastard puts me on a no food, no liquids diet, so now I get to sit there and suffer in pain while also being incredibly thirsty and hungry.

    Next day’s Saturday. I’m still in pain and I’ve heard nothing from the surgeon. I’m doing everything short of getting on my knees and begging for water. Still no tests. Still won’t take me off the diet.

    Next, we threaten to leave and seek care elsewhere. The patient advocate comes in and we explain what’s been happening. They’re clearly shocked by his behavior, but can’t say much. So, without warning, she calls the surgeons personal number and puts him on speaker. We can all hear him out on a boat doing God knows what instead of testing me. So I go nuclear and loudly proclaim that he had better get his ass off that boat or the next phone call will be from my lawyer.

    Within the hour I’m finally getting my blood drawn and tested.

    The next morning, I still haven’t seen the surgeon. I’m woken up at 6am by a nurse telling me I have surgery in an hour. Turns out some levels were so high that they had to call in an emergency surgery team to do exactly what I had told this Dr. Cox wannabe dick head two days earlier.

    Basically, the surgeon was content to let me lay there and die to prove I was drug seeking.

    I honestly should’ve looked into malpractice suits, cause I’m still experiencing tons of issues a year later