Tastes Like Burning.

Wit is Educated Insolence

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gabbagabbajay:

I wonder how many people who aren’t from the New York metropolitan area knew what a black and white cookie was when this first aired. If you don’t know what they are then I feel sorry for you.

(Source: laneybenes)

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gabbagabbajay:

Matthew Barnaby
Sean Avery
Daniel Carcillo
Darcy Tucker
Chris Neil
Alexandre Burrows
Derek Dorsett
Brandon Prust
Theo Fleury
Steve Ott
Brandon Dubinsky
Wayne Simmonds

I love asshole hockey players.

Um.
No Esa Tikkanen?

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foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 

On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 

Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

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Jay got up with Leela this morning and let me sleep until 10. I still feel ridiculously exhausted, though.

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Ugh.

I just randomly started crying. And now I can’t really stop. Even though I’m alone I’m really embarrassed by it.

I just feel so fucking overwhelmed and burnt out from work. I’m so tired of not peeing for 15 hours. Not eating a thing until I get home at 10pm. I’m so tired of being so, so, so, stressed.

I’m exhausted. Physically, mentally. Everything. I just want to stay in bed and not be bothered. I can’t do this anymore. It’s physically painful to go to work. I can’t focus. I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHlING. Elevated cortisol levels effect the way memories are stored. Cortisol is raised when under stress. I’m to the point where I’m actually concerned about early onset dementia. I can’t remember things at all. I feel like I’m blacking out at times. What the fuck.

I’m off until Saturday and all I can think about is not wanting to go to work Saturday. It’s consuming me.

And I can’t stop crying. Blaaaaahhhhhhh.

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Ramblings.

  • My feet are killing me.
  • I honest to god have no recollection of my day before 11-12 today. Which is bad since I was up at 5:30. I don’t remember getting ready for work or driving there. I don’t remember my day at work until after rounds today. I really don’t know what that’s about but it’s rather concerning to me. It’s not even a distant memory. I think I’m finding my job mentally traumatizing so I’m trying to honestly black it out.
  • Yesterday and today just sucked so much ass at work. I was clinical coordinator for both days, but with a full patient assignment. So on top of doing the job of the clinical coordinator, I had a full patient assignment and had to manage that.
  • We had a code last night at 6:30 and tonight at 6:20. Short staffed, of course. I had three vent patients today. One was actively bleeding with a platelet count of 9,000. So I was transfusing blood and platelets on her all fucking day. My other two vents BOTH had temps of 104+. It was a fucking nightmare. I got out at like 9:30 both nights. I am hearing vent alarms in my god damn head now. It’s making me fucking insane. I don’t even want to go back. Don’t make me go back. Please.
  • I had an interview with awesome hospital #1 last week so I’m waiting to hear back. I have an interview on Thursday with another hospital for their Coronary Care Unit. I have an interview Friday at another hospital for a MICU job. I have to call back the new contending hospital to discuss their “multiple full-time positions” they left me a message about. If I don’t end up with an offer soon I’m gonna flip out.
  • I hate when I come home and Leela is asleep. I miss that little booger. All I want to do is hang out with her. I’ll crawl into bed soon and cuddle her up.