Just an FYI for those in the US with insurance issues
this sounds oddly plausible
a good doctor will pester the insurance company on your behalf. a couple times in my Back Pain Odyssey my insurance noped out on a procedure, and my doctor called them up and was like “no, really” and they gave in.
so if your insurance is in the habit of going “you don’t actually need TWO months of physical therapy, just walk it off,” tell the doctor who ordered it, and they may very well volunteer to, or agree to, call up the insurance people and go “simon says pay for the fucking therapy.”
For all my peeps out there fighting the good fight against Big Pharma Bureaucratic Bullshit.
Seriously whose big idea was it to hand over human health and life over to soulless suits who only care about money?
Danny Devito and Jeff Goldblum both give off chaotic energies, but in opposite directions. One is the yin to the other’s yang. However, both are everyone’s uncle
*During a series of puzzles where each player gets a puzzle especially designed for them*
DM: “in the next room, you see 4 doors before you numbered 6, 7, 8, & 9. Two doors are fake. one holds a terrible beast, the other? safe passage to the next stage”
Tank: “well 9 is obviously fake because seven ate nine”
*door 9 disappears*
Tank: “…and so is 6 because six seven ate”
*door 6 vanishes*
Tank: “The monster is probably behind door 7 because it keeps cannibalizing his friends”
Chapters: 31/34 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts, The Princess and the Frog (2009) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dr. Facilier/Luxord Characters: Luxord, Dr. Facilier, Dr. Facilier’s Shadow, Zexion, Vexen, Lexaeus Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Cultural Differences, Alien Cultural Differences, Pre-Kingdom Hearts I, Family Drama, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character of Color, POV Character of Color, White Privilege, Racism, Period-Typical Racism, Magic, Materia, Aftermath of Violence, Childbirth, Mild Blood, Clones, Baby Names, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Nightmares, Past Violence, references to lynching, Asexuality, Misunderstandings, Gift Giving, Slow Burn, Canon – Kingdom Hearts I Series: Part 4 of Dead Men’s Party Summary:
Luxord is an undead creature, soulless, a demon hunter capable of going toe to toe with the biggest and baddest in New Orleans. He’s also paying Doctor Facilier a gemstone an hour to take him to the best restaurants in the French Quarter while he gossips about his annoying co-workers, and trains Facilier in magic – real magic, not sleight of hand – in preparation for recruitment into Luxord’s Organization. It’s Facilier’s favorite job.
But the keyblade has chosen a wielder, and now Luxord must balance his duties observing Sora and his desire to bask in Facilier’s presence. The days are counting down to when Facilier realizes what helping the Organization really entails…
OR: The Seeker of Darkness dies, the Organization prepares Castle Oblivion, and Luxord shares his alcohol stash with Axel and Saix.
Not for nothing, but in America, at least, there’s a strong trend of “unless you’re the BEST at it, you need to stop doing it.” Somewhere around 5th grade, kids get it into their heads that if they’re not some sort of art prodigy already, then pursuing it (and actually, y’know. Practicing and learning) is a foolish, childish notion.
The idea that someone could just do something for FUN? Not entertained.
Also, that if you’re not planning on making a *career* if it- can’t make money off of it- then it’s not worth doing.
That second point, though… I gave up playing music when I was about 9 because I was only mediocre at it, and I thought that “practice” meant “instantly master”, because everything before that had always been so easy. And my parents couldn’t really afford the rent on the trumpet so they didn’t try to encourage me to keep going.
I gave up drawing and painting when I was in high school. I understood practicing by that point but I couldn’t get anyone to take my attempts seriously, not even my art teachers, and I didn’t think that enjoying it was a good enough reason to keep going. “Art doesn’t pay the bills, sweetie.”
Writing fiction was the only thing I was both naturally good at and that I enjoyed enough to persist at, but even then, everyone assumed that with a ‘talent’ like that, I would become an English teacher. My mother sort of gently directed me into an office admin career because she couldn’t think of what else I could do with a knack for writing and “you’ll need a real job, too, hon.”
I’m still trying to train myself out of that mindset. Like, I have a actual and pretty good Adult job, and I write on the side and have a couple of other side-hustles, all hobbies that I turned into ways to make extra money, and now it’s kind of stupidly hard to just let myself enjoy something.
Just… let yourself enjoy things. Be good at it, be bad at it, be average at it… It doesn’t matter, just do things for fun
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.
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