今週ガチアクタ センターカラーです @KEI_URANA Via Twitter

It astounds me that you can post something deeply personal and traumatic about almost dying at the hands of a chiropractor and sustaining lifelong damage that negatively impacts your daily life to a debilitating degree, and people will still send irate messages like, “well I can’t afford a doctor so what am I supposed to do? Just not let chiropractors crack my neck?!”

And it’s like worstie, whether you can afford a doctor or not won’t fucking matter if the chiropractor fucks up your entire life because if what happened to me happens to you, you’re fucked and if you want to live you’ll end up paying much much more than what seeing a physical therapist would have cost you in the first place.

My PT is mostly covered by insurance these days. But without it the bill is $300.

The damage the chiropractor has cost me? Well it was 6 grand for the first emergency MRI which my insurance didn’t cover, several grand in doctors appointments to be told I’m fucked for the rest of my life and basically just thousands of dollars a month in rehab that I honestly can’t afford to keep me from killing myself from the pain while plunging myself and my husband into further insurmountable medical debt because he refuses to let me go.

So you tell me. Do you want to eat the cost of that initial physical therapy appointment now so you can learn to properly manage your neck pain without letting someone crack it? Or do you want to wait and end up like me. Because I guarantee you, it’s a waiting game. Chiros only have to fuck up once.

Once is enough.

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Drabbles of Dreams

Falling

        I gaze down at the streets. The world is set to monotone. Blacks and greys everywhere. No colour, no change, no difference.

        The busy cars, and crowded sidewalks are a jumble of monotone.

        Is this what colour blind people see?

        I look down at my wrists. Seeing darkened marks and silvery chains decorating them.

        Those chains look connected to something. I try and see but they only fade into the distance.

        The chains tug, and I follow with a jerk. Wide eyed, I realize I'm falling.

        Falling,

        And falling,

        And falling.

        But, I'm light. As light as a feather. It feels so slow, the feeling of falling, yet so liberating, freeing.

        I love it and want it to last forever. 

        The ground bellow me shatters as I hit it. I'm not dead, the world is now black all around me, and I'm being dragged down.

        I feel something cold hit my body, which ultimately makes me feel heavier. I wish I was still falling, though the cool sensation is nice.

        I'm still being dragged, so long I loose even more sense of time and I realize at some point, the cold turned into freezing.

        It's unpleasant, uncomfortable- no painful, and suffocating.

        It's like I'm drowning, but I don't need to breath or see, since it's dark and nothing's there to look at anyway.

        I don't know how long the silver chains have been pulling me but it seems as though it's been forever when I see something. 

        It's - red.

Colour? Why is it red? I thought.

        It drew closer and closer until I realized it was flickering. Flame. 

        The flame grew bigger and brighter one moment, then smaller and weaker the next. It seemed as though it was dying, so the chains stopped and released me so I could move to it.

        The flame flickered as I drew near and I paused my movements a little. I cupped my hands around it and realized it wasn't warm. It was warmer than the area around me though, and helped me see, so I stayed, finding comfort in the small flame. 

        The flame started to lick me and get hotter. Surely enough, it burned me.

        I started falling back, father and farther, until I forgot all about the flame and the emotions I felt before, only the awareness I felt something, and did something moments ago lingered.

        I was suddenly aware of the feeling of something soft on my back and the darkness slowly faded until I saw the darkness of my ceiling with the red of my alarm clock highlighting my face.

        I was awake.

if 3000+ devices exploded simultaneously and thousands got injured, 37+ ppl died in usa or london or france anywhere in the imperial core this website would be talking about it nonstop. my coworkers' relatives are lebanese and he hasn't been able to contact them because everyone's nervous of using anything with a lithium battery. the kids from diaspora are teaching their parents how to turn off find my phone and airdrop and other geolocating options. it's absurd to me people are carrying on like its normal, or just don't care cause c'mon ppl blow up in the middle east all the time, right?

this pride month i pray for free and safe Palestine for all my fellow queer Palestinians and for everyone

i'm afraid the character limit in the former bird app is destroying my potential