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AJ
@amandajane5.bsky.social
Fangirl, planner, princess of crochet.
My mom was a partial-quadripalegic, she needed assistance getting on the potty, this usually meant that my dad needed to go into the bathroom with her to help her transfer. This is what all-gender restrooms are for, so my dad doesn't have to sit in the women's room to help.
December 31, 2025 at 1:36 AM
I remember the 1970s station wagon, and how pleased we were when the minivan came out, because me and my 3 siblings could all sit in the thing facing forward.
December 4, 2025 at 10:34 PM
As a 23 year old gov't employee I used to have trouble staying awake during dept mtgs because of the inherent boringness of meticulous details of projects I wasn't involved in - why on earth do they think President Dementia the soporific would be good for this?
December 3, 2025 at 2:57 AM
*hugs*
November 20, 2025 at 1:19 AM
Also, my mom was a C3, so you're already better off there. Her favorite rehab was in the pool - it was tough to get in and out of, but the water is supportive enough that she almost felt like she could walk again.
November 8, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Though your dad is doing much better than my mom ever did, and there are *so* many more resources available now. Don't be afraid to ask for help.
November 8, 2025 at 7:55 AM
My mom spent half her life as a partial quadripalegic. She had to re-learn how to write with her whle hand, not her fingers (you can buy padding to bulk out the size of a pen, and use a flair because a roller-ball pen needs pressure) and she used two p;encils to 2-finger type with 2 hands. 1 in each
November 8, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Right, only since her 20s, and god knows women only have aspirations when there's a man around to tell them to have them. As someone who's been in politics since I was 8 (my grandfather was running for office) and has a masters in planning and a long history in government work, I say fuck off.
November 8, 2025 at 2:36 AM
As a former local government employee, I can attest that I have indeed sat in a car "doing nothing" as part of my job. I was a pedestrian and bicycle planner, and I was assessing what I always called "actual pedestrian behavior." Noting where people were actually crossing the street to curb deaths
October 29, 2025 at 3:23 AM
I lived in San Francisco and worked in Oakland back during the .com boom - my daily walk to the BART was through the supposedly most dangerous parts of these cities, and I never felt unsafe. I mean, I got asked for change all the time, but that's about it.
October 9, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Next you're going to tell me water is wet.
September 27, 2025 at 1:39 AM
Wow, am I more irritated with clutter, or plunking my butt directly in the toilet because someone left the seat up? Such hard choice.
August 28, 2025 at 11:03 PM
My genteel Southern mother always said that nothing is tackier than fake gold, and whoa has Donald proved that point. I remember visiting Trump tower as a child in the 80s and thinking it was horribly garish and tacky.
August 21, 2025 at 12:46 AM
Yeah, I used to make maps professionally - you need to use graded population dots for this sort of thing to be useful.
August 18, 2025 at 3:14 AM
My niece named the cotton bike shorts she wore under dresses "over under pants" and that's totally what Supes wears.
July 18, 2025 at 3:56 AM
Yeah, I live in hospital, in a memory care unit, most of the people I see every day regularly forget where they are and why, but my beloved internet friends are all still around and they don't care that I'm not great with yesterday because still having long-term memory means we still connect.
July 5, 2025 at 11:29 PM
My favorite thing about the pink tax is that it's absolutely true, but way back in the day (pre-1950s) pink was the color you used for baby boys, because it's light red, and red is a manly color, so blue is for girls. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
July 1, 2025 at 9:28 PM
I have a picture of me and my best friend in high school doing exactly that in a Taco Bell bathroom. Why we had a camera, a can of Aqua Net, and a lighter and decided to do this, I can no longer remember. It's a fun picture though. :)
May 28, 2025 at 4:23 AM
Sarcasm is an excellent copint mechinism ...
May 20, 2025 at 11:59 PM
Ahem, 'don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you' ;) For the uninitiated "don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out"😆
May 20, 2025 at 7:02 PM
I'm not a drag on the system anymore because an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
May 20, 2025 at 6:17 PM
For those of us with this problem, it's an easy fix that's readily available and inexpensive, but you need a diagnosis and a pharmacy, so health coverage is a must.
May 20, 2025 at 6:14 PM
I used to call it "pig friend" - because you can still get thyroid hormone made of dead pig thyroid (smells like blood, but has T3&T4 in it so it works better for me than the synthetic which only has T4) but it's one of those drugs that's been around for a *long time* and it's super essential.
May 20, 2025 at 6:11 PM
This was 25 years ago - I'm sure I cost the system much less now than if I hadn't had that sort of preventative care. That's what health insurance is about. My thyroid hormone regimen costs about $15 a month. I'll be on hormones until I die, but this hormone treatment is so old that
May 20, 2025 at 6:06 PM