My concern is that private vehicles really must be allowed access to medical centers, which are often in city centers. Most patients can’t ride the bus/train/bike, and no taxi driver or ride share wants a barfing miserable person in their car. Door-to-door transportation is crucial in medical situations.

Ummmm, where’s the report button?

Thank you!

All three of them. Two are graduating this year. So, all this to bar one trans girl from playing sports.

The GOP is pushing the story that trans women are everywhere, taking over everything, pushing women and girls out of activities and jobs and opportunities (playing off the idea that having been born male, they are inherently better at all aspects of life than mere women).

The lie about the numbers of trans women and girls is one thing, but the depth and strength of the misogyny the whole trans panic is predicated upon is mind boggling.

When I was going through cancer treatment, I utterly despised the “fight” and and “battle” metaphors. Envisioning the chemo as fighter jets blasting evil cancer cells felt wrong, too. The entire adversarial attitude bothered me.

Cancer cells are still my cells, still me. They aren’t alien or evil, they are malfunctioning. They lost the instructions that tell them when to turn off, so we have to use chemo or whatever to turn them off. Force-quit the little buggers.

I didn’t cry until the Human Resources department at my work told me I’d be “terminated” from the job. Cried a lot then.

Luckily a friend told me I couldn’t be fired because a leave for cancer falls under the Americans with disabilities act, so I was able to make a fuss and continue buying my health insurance through my job (at an outrageous mark-up) while I was out getting treatment.

Thank you. I am missing significant chunks of a couple organs, but I’m doing groovy. It was quite a shock to see the system from “the other side.” And to see how the deck is stacked against anyone who can’t/won’t fit into a tidy economically-productive-for-the-company slot.

The Toilet From The Deepest Pit of Hell.

…or maybe I should call it The Toilet of Theseus.

I’ve replaced so many parts, solved so many leaks, reseated the tank, yada yada yada. It broke again, this time the lever arm. Off to the hardware store again, looking for an indestructible lever arm. Sheesh.

I’m just about ready to get a big bucket and some sawdust and slap a seat on it and call it good!

A “Frets” community would be great, for all the fretted instruments to hang out.

Edit: !guitars@lemmy.world brand spankin’ new

Be(e) Nice seems to encapsulate Beehaw well.