Why is it our job as disabled people to educate our doctors on our conditions and tell the what medication, treatments and specialist referrals we need? Why do we have to research information before seeing a doctor if we want the right help? With the amount they’re paid shouldn’t they do their own damn research?
I hope Barbie is so good and successful it makes every executive that’s turned everything bright and fun made for young girls into edgy boring teen dramas for the last ten years spontaneously combust into flames
Disability Pride Month 07-11-20: doctor, decked
[ID: 2 ink drawings in sequential comic format. /Image 1: Panel depicts a bipedal raccoon sitting on an exam table. A doctor cat sits across from her and says: “The scans all came back normal, so I think your pain must all just be anxiety.” /Image 2: The raccoon covers her eyes as she punches the doctor with a “POW!” The doctor says: “ow!” The raccoon says: “Oh does that hurt? I can’t see it so it must all be in your head!” /END ID]
scientists in the 1990s, putting a Get More Purple gene attached to a harmless plant virus into an already purple petunia: please get more purple
the petunia, sensing an apparent honest to god Get More Purple Disease, using the previously undiscovered RNAi antiviral ability to shut down all other purple genes along with it just in case: you put VIRUS in petunia? you infect her with the More Purple?? oh! oh! her children shall bloom white! jail for mother, jail for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
hate going into a store wearing clothes i got from there, like i’m their little bitch or something
Crossedaf. Drunk af a high a f. Love my bf, hate so many. Chris I want you dead. Be n your ok z you too charlie j ok? Yeah ok
she fixed me