You don’t need to worry about shit. Propaganda like the OP’s serves only to make you feel guilty about speaking up, pushing you to become one of MLK’s white moderates.

If you’re in a position to advocate for a group who’s voice is being muffled, do it.

You already know the distinction between that and talking over them - don’t let internet bullshit blur the line.

…asking Valve to make a third game in a franchise is a tall fucking order!

…I really need to stock up on fireworks. That type of evil being snuffed out calls for fireworks.

Mid 30s.

Work, sleep, work, sleep, energy drink, work, sleep, energy drink, work, sleep, energy drink, work half a shift, 2nd energy drink, with 2nd half of shift, fucking crash into a vegetative state for a weekend.

Typical week.

Not doing great. >_>

“T minus 10… 9… 8… 7…” System restarting for updates, do not power off… … … Yo, wanna back up all your shit? Click here to let us save a copy of all your shit to our servers! <Yes> <Ask me again tomorrow> Ehhh check that out, it’s time for your FREE upgrade to Windows 11! Click here to… wow, fucking rude. Alright. How about an office suite? Ya want an office suite?? Nevermind that Office is already installed, this one’s special! …what are you a fucking peasant or something? Alright fine, here’s access back to your peasant-ass operating system and an image of a cartoon cat wearing a wrestling belt for some fucking reason. 🖕

“…-T THE FUCK ARE DOING, I SAID ABORT DAMNIT! THE WIND PICKED UP, HARD! YOU CAN’T BRING THE FUEL TANK THROUGH THAT MUCH TURBU–” explodes

Looks like they’re interchangeable. In a clinical setting I’ve only ever used or heard it called a pannus. We even stock “pannus retractors” (basically a sticker with Velcro on the back - sticker part slaps onto the pannus, whole thing gets pushed wherever you need it, then Velcro straps connect to that to hold it on place).

This might be a regional thing, too - chips vs fries kind of situation. Not sure where you’re posting from; I’m in that weird unstable area with all the guns that some orange neanderthal has been busy raping for the last couple of years.

Quick search shows a lot of residential and commercial options - a legit scrub sink would probably be overkill, albeit novel. Just bleach the hell out of it if you go the scrub route - those things nasty.

Pannus? I’m talking about the ‘apron’ of abdominal tissue that hangs in front of morbidly obese people. Under those things there’s often a lot of skin breakdown and infection - and in one of my patients, maggot infestation - because it becomes a progressively harder place to keep clean as they pack on more weight, then come to the ER once it looks like something from a zombie movie.

Side note for my larger friends reading this: don’t neglect those nooks and crannies when performing hygiene! Dry it thoroughly, and keep it dry with powder or by keeping a layer of fabric in between areas with a fold so it’s not skin-on-skin. Often those first stages of an infection aren’t painful or anything, so by the time it’s actually bugging you, it’s BAD! Cleaning it can be tricky if your reach is limited, but you can get creative with it - one of my patients would bring a clean towel into the shower, soak it with soapy water, and kinda ‘floss’ into those folds. Dude was pushing 500 lbs, but never had skin issues. Lots of other issues, but he had hygiene down to a science.

Any handle or surface in public areas, assume the person that handled it before you had just finished taking a monster shit and skipped the handwashing before rubbing their pathogen-factories all over it. Photo in OP, there’s not really a good option, so you’re in damage control mode… check for toilet seat liners that some public restrooms stock and grab one of them? At least that’s something the other people handle before getting shit all over their hands.

One of the nastiest assignments I’ve had working in a hospital was ‘Handwashing Monitor’. And let me tell you, I’ve debrided infected wounds; wiped maggots out of some fucker’s pannus; cleaned up every bodily fluid our bodies are capable of cranking out from the floor, walls, and sometimes ceiling; helped amputate limbs that were literally rotten to the bone, and wiped a cumulative mile or two of ass crack…

…apply to nursing school today!!..

…but anyway, Handwashing Monitor. It is beyond appalling the number of patients, visitors, techs, nurses, doctors, housekeepers, you name it… who’d go in and out of patient rooms without performing hand hygiene; or they’d wash their hands, but for like half a second; or not use soap; or turn the faucet on with their grimy-ass hands, do a thorough handwash, then immediately contaminate themselves by grabbing that same dirty-ass faucet with their bare hands to turn it off. The thing that made that position take the crown above all the other examples I gave in the previous paragraph was the realization that the community who is THE single most painfully aware of pathogens and their origins / mechanism of spreading… can’t even wash their fucking hands!

…which brings us back to my opening sentence: it’s not advice on sheer ick factor, but a reasonable assumption based on directly observed evidence.

And no, this wasn’t just a particularly icky hospital: I’ve worked in multiple states for multiple organizations/facilities, and to this day get eye-rolls for asking people to re-wash or even first-wash their hands.

We nasty. Be a germaphobe. End rant.

It’s long pants 100% of the time for me. The difference in temperature between shorts and long pants has always seemed negligible to me; but the sensation of wind hitting my leg hairs feels like I’m standing on an ant colony.

Other than swim trunks, I don’t even own a pair of shorts.

There doesn’t seem to be much consistency - even the same patient could find it really painful one operation and not at all the next.

Propofol is weird stuff.

That kind of illustrates the struggle though: a bunch of hyper-specific results not suitable for general questions, or communities that have only seen a handful of posts, ever.

Per other posters though, that last bit doesn’t sounds like it’ll pose the issue I feared.

Cataract surgeries you’re typically awake for. Or rather, sleep isn’t drug induced: you’ll still be laying down in a quiet, dark room, so people sometimes fall asleep naturally (and then wake up naturally, understandably freaked out) but they generally won’t give general anesthesia unless you really can’t tolerate it.

Most likely your describing propofol. It’s stored at room temperature, but causes a sensation that’s comparable to Icy Hot, but how it hits an individual patient varies from person to person. In the moment it can feel scalding hot, blistering cold or anything in between, including nothing at all.

The clarity of your memory of that part tells me you might be a touch tolerant to it - I’d run that by your anesthesiologist if you ever need another surgery.

Definitely ask them for which drugs they used, and if you need anesthesia again later, give that list and your symptoms to your anesthesiologist.

The mask is just oxygen - they want your blood as saturated with O2 as it can be. The stuff that knocks you out comes in from the IV, and it knocks you out so completely that you literally don’t even breathe on your own. So, once that stuff kicks in it’s gogogo time for the anesthesiologist, cuz you’re basically holding your breath until they get you intubated, which allows the ventilator to take over.

*There are probably exceptions to that, but 99% of surgeries requiring general anesthesia will go like that.

You’re pretty much describing the epicurian paradox. God, or at least the Christian (and similar) god, is presented as being three things in an absolute sense:

1 - All powerful. His will is our reality, period.

2 - All good. He doesn’t have even the tiniest shred of evil.

3 - All knowing. He is completely aware of everything that happens in this reality.

But we can plainly observe evil every time we so much as turn the news on, so how can that exist in the reality made by a god who demonstrates the three traits above?

Every single attempt at answering that paradox just shuffles two of the three pillars. (feel free to take a crack at it if you think you’ve got a solution, but this is very much a ‘gotcha!’ kind of situation that you might get really frustrated with, so, fair warning).

I was raised Christian, but this is a big part of what killed it for me. It boils down to accepting that if there is a god, the Christian presentation of it is mistaken at best, or dishonest at worst, and if we can’t be accurate or honest about even our own diety, then we have no basis for the rest of our religion.

Or a Lemmy thing. Humans Most living things are pretty hard wired to be obsessed with sex.