I see stories like this a lot and can’t believe it. My wife was in a similar situation and had to get an emergency dnc, and still came close to dying from sepsis.

The doctors were so on it, we waited in the ER for a while because they were packed but as soon as they took her blood and realized what was going on she was in surgery within the hour.

Our son want even 2 at the time. If we were 30 minutes west she would’ve died. It’s absolutely fucking wild.

How could anyone think this is right?

I’ve never thought about it but I keep my phone in my left pocket. It stays on dnd most of the time and I hardly use it especially when I’m out. The right pocket it for the stuff I’m likely to pull out and use.

I would love even a dumbed down wonderbot from that movie robots. Even something just to load the dishwasher would be amazing.

But we have to prioritize here, if it can’t fuck there’s no point, throw it in the trash.

I feel like I need this /s although I wish it was obvious.

Fun Little Story.

I’m not big on the whole internet thing so I didn’t know about the whole Ivermectin thing until way later.

Around the time that craze was really I was hospitalized for what turned out to be a tropical parasite (strongyloides) which the only place I had gone was deep in the mountains in a cold region so it was a big shocker when the test came back.

They told me I needed Ivermectin and they were just waiting for approval, all the while I’m almost certain I’m dying, agonizing pain, at this point I was throwing up blood.

After a while of “waiting for approval” I couldn’t take it anymore, like 2 weeks had passed and all they were doing was pumping me with morphine, which as a recovering addict I loved in the worst way. So I left the hospital I was at and went to another one. Went into the ER and told them the whole shibang, tropical parasite, I was told I need Ivermectin etc. And the second hospital basically told me to fuck off.

Out of frustration I gave up, I called the first hospital and asked if they got approval and they said they were still waiting and would call me back.

So I went home and basically waited to die, taking basically any opiod I could get my hands on. My neighbor who got me some stuff hung out with me one night and I told her the story, later on she brought me more stuff only this time she had ‘something else’ for me. I didn’t question it, just popped it back, never thought about it again until recently.

I still don’t know what it was but I ended up recovering, the pills were harder to kick but I did it.

I don’t know why the first hospital was so hesitant to give me the medication, if they didn’t have it or were worried about how it would look prescribing it. But fuck that place.

I do wonder if they’re still in there and I’ll just drop dead one day but I’m off medicade now so doctor visits are out of the question.

I’m much better off financially than my mom ever was, and my grandma even though she did pretty good when she was working was on disability for the last 20 years of her life fighting renal failure and after paying her bills had a couple pennies to rub together each month.

My grandma couldn’t do much the last few years and didn’t really need money, so I put quite a bit into fixing up her house and making her home dialysis situation as comfortable as I could. New floors, fancy chair, big TV, I even redid her whole lasndscaping outside even though she never really got to enjoy it, she felt better knowing it looked nice.

My mom on the other hand gets about $300-400 on a normal from me for random things for her and my sister, going out to eat, clothes, nails, extra food. Which is essentially the only thing that let’s them live a live outside of total poverty. They live in the projects but they can buy things when they want or don’t have to worry about how they’re gonna get their next meal.

My whole life plan revolves around getting enough land to put a second modest home on for my mom. I’m almost there, which if that wasn’t the case I can say with certainty she’d die in those projects and not from old age.

I’ve never really thought about not taking care of my elders. I guess my situation is one of those exceptions.

I’m pretty good at the whole interacting thing when it’s one on one, but put me in a room with more than one person and I freeze up, completely fall apart.

My wife and I watched the fall guy while we worked last night. We both thought it was a really good movie but weren’t fully paying attention. There were a few scenes that had us both shutting our laptop lids a little waiting to see how it played out.

Is this the case? I don’t feel like I’ve ever had to install Perl but I’ve had to install Python plenty of times and I use both pretty frequently on a daily basis. Not to mention a newer version, older version, 2.7.4 instead of 2.7.3.

I used to love these. I always wanted to be the last one running. One year another kid and I ran so long the bell rang so we ran some more and got to skip the next period all together.

Funny enough my wife is a wedding photographer, I shoot with her a few times a year and absolutely hate it. She can’t imagine doing anything else but if it wasn’t my wife you couldn’t pay me enough to do it more than once a year.

The second hand gear is the way to go though, she got some Sony camera a while back that cost like 2k new for around 900 because it had a small scratch on the body and one of the metal things that hold the thing on was loose. We ordered a new metal thingy and with a couple screws it was practically new.

Oh man I put so much time into my garden this year, planted so many vegetables, started a bunch indoors on a nice indoor greenhouse I set up with one of those rolling shelves. I was basically ready to feed my whole family from the garden…

So far I’ve got a whopping 3 bell peppers, 6 tomatoes and one tiny baby squash that’s starting to grow.

Granted we had a very hot summer that I wasn’t prepared for and even watering 3 times a day a lot of my stuff just burnt, plus the ravenous squirells that ate every seedling I put out.

But I’ll do it all again next year because it was a blast.

Exactly this. Woodworking, gardening, working out, macrame, knitting, eating, making spices, building robots.

For a while I felt bad about all the stuff I learned and didn’t keep up with but at a certain point I just accepted that most of the hobbies I pick up won’t last long and it’s been great since then.

It reminds me of those people who get working dogs and then lock them up in a tiny apartment.

Commenting to check back later.

I also do not have an answer but want to know.

I have used Flex launcher on a mini PC, it seemed like a good option but I got busy before I could even half set it up.

Those people stealing carts to sell them on the street are a god send.

We had a guy in my old neighborhood who would come around once a week with various necessities that most people couldn’t afford otherwise. Sure he made decent money, but babies got fed, pantries got replenished, feminine products were given out if you bought stuff from him regularly.

That might seem grimey to you, but that’s fine.

I grew up below the dirt poor, like oodles and noodles were a treat poor, with no adult supervision for a good portion of my childhood. My mom was on basically every government program that existed, that didn’t mean I got anything out of it. The only reason I survived was by people looking the other way as I fed myself.

As I got older I had no life skills whatsoever and couldn’t hold down a job, friends, or any sort of meaningful relationship. So again, dirt poor, a little better off than I was before because there were a few ways to make money. But still I only ever got food at a store, and probably would have starved if too many people said something, or had to do even worse stuff than I was to feed myself.

Hell even when I got myself together a bit and held down a shitty job for a while I still couldn’t afford to feed myself after the bills hit, it was even worse when I started making just enough to get kicked off state insurance and stamps.

There are a lot of people out here just trying to survive, they shouldn’t have to steal to eat but they do and in my eyes that’s a human right.

Side note: food stamps are a fucking joke. What they’re giving to a family of 4 wouldn’t feed a single person, from my experience at least.

The beach, I couldn’t give less of a bother about going to lay on some burning sand, occasionally dipping my toes in some freezing fish piss water, and getting pelted in the face with sand as a bunch of kids run by kicking up every speck of sand they touch while their parents are getting shitfaced and blasting music no one else wants to hear.

Put me in a secluded lake in the woods with some shade near by and I’m all in though. I guess more specifically my issue is with the people at the beach, but still.

Yeah, I get the sentiment that you can’t avoid bugs and I think to an extent they are inevitable at a certain point. But something like this is just negligence.

My company isn’t medical or anything life threatening if something goes wrong, but a bug could cost someone a nice heap of money, in turn costing us a nice heap of money. So we have a rule to treat and test our software as if it were used in the medical industry. Although it seems like we should be aiming for a higher standard at this point.

You could always just boot up a windows VM and set up a shared folder to code on Linux/test on windows if your application has issues running on Linux.

I thought it sounded too easy, but every article i read said it worked.

Any specific brand/style of trap you would recommend? I’d like to keep the bees for my trees and garden if possible and I’d rather save chemicals for an absolute last resort