Re: blorbo from my research, here is my favorite ever case study. I’m obsessed with it.
Summary:
- Guy presents to neurology with muscle issues, very clearly has something going on but diagnostic tests are inconclusive
- History is mostly unremarkable. Key word, mostly. He drinks four liters of plain Earl Grey tea per day. For context this is nearly twice the recommended daily fluid intake. All fluids, to be clear, not just tea. He only drinks tea tho
- Bergamot is known to be phototoxic in high doses (reacts badly on your skin with sunlight)
- APPARENTLY nobody previously has consumed enough of it for it to be widely known that it is also, apparently, mildly toxic to ingest in high doses
- Guy starts drinking plain black tea again. Only 2 liters this time (he didn’t have a medical reason to drink that much tea, he just liked it) and so now he’s fully recovered
video description: a small bird stood on wooden flooring, singing the iconic high staccato bit from the queen of the night aria. he doesn’t perfectly hit all the notes but still does a pretty good job. there is a human hand shaking a container full of cotton buds next to the bird for some reason.
Not to mention the normalization of 12, 16, and 24 hour shifts in the medical field, as well as there being no legal recourse to refuse being mandated to stay beyond 24 hours when you don’t have relief.
Worker abuse, systemic medical abuse, and ableism all in one go.
My classmates that are in the nursing major are constantly talking about how egregiously brutal their education is and I’m over here like,
speaking as someone who has a REALLY hard time feeling safe in a doctor’s office, I would have more peace of mind if the people with power over me weren’t psychologically tortured for years to qualify for the job
programs like that are selecting for the people that are willing to internalize toxic ideas about suffering, listening to their body, and setting boundaries
aka the last people on Earth I want to be touching me
We learn how to be cruel by being shown cruelty. We learn how to be merciful by being shown mercy.
[Image ID: A screenshot of a poem in Chinese, attributed to Xin Qiji, 1140-1207. English translation reads,
“In youth I knew nothing of the taste of sorrow I liked to climb high towers, I liked to climb high towers To conjure up a bit of sorrow to make new verse.
Now I know only too well the taste of sorrow I begin to speak yet pause, I begin to speak yet pause And say instead ‘My, what a cool and lovely autumn.’ ”
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