You don’t need to worry about shit. Propaganda like the OP’s serves only to make you feel guilty about speaking up, pushing you to become one of MLK’s white moderates.

If you’re in a position to advocate for a group who’s voice is being muffled, do it.

You already know the distinction between that and talking over them - don’t let internet bullshit blur the line.

…asking Valve to make a third game in a franchise is a tall fucking order!

…I really need to stock up on fireworks. That type of evil being snuffed out calls for fireworks.

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“T minus 10… 9… 8… 7…” System restarting for updates, do not power off… … … Yo, wanna back up all your shit? Click here to let us save a copy of all your shit to our servers! <Yes> <Ask me again tomorrow> Ehhh check that out, it’s time for your FREE upgrade to Windows 11! Click here to… wow, fucking rude. Alright. How about an office suite? Ya want an office suite?? Nevermind that Office is already installed, this one’s special! …what are you a fucking peasant or something? Alright fine, here’s access back to your peasant-ass operating system and an image of a cartoon cat wearing a wrestling belt for some fucking reason. 🖕

“…-T THE FUCK ARE DOING, I SAID ABORT DAMNIT! THE WIND PICKED UP, HARD! YOU CAN’T BRING THE FUEL TANK THROUGH THAT MUCH TURBU–” explodes

It’s long pants 100% of the time for me. The difference in temperature between shorts and long pants has always seemed negligible to me; but the sensation of wind hitting my leg hairs feels like I’m standing on an ant colony.

Other than swim trunks, I don’t even own a pair of shorts.

Ask your doctor if Porkkake is right for you!

There doesn’t seem to be much consistency - even the same patient could find it really painful one operation and not at all the next.

Propofol is weird stuff.

That kind of illustrates the struggle though: a bunch of hyper-specific results not suitable for general questions, or communities that have only seen a handful of posts, ever.

Per other posters though, that last bit doesn’t sounds like it’ll pose the issue I feared.

Cataract surgeries you’re typically awake for. Or rather, sleep isn’t drug induced: you’ll still be laying down in a quiet, dark room, so people sometimes fall asleep naturally (and then wake up naturally, understandably freaked out) but they generally won’t give general anesthesia unless you really can’t tolerate it.

Most likely your describing propofol. It’s stored at room temperature, but causes a sensation that’s comparable to Icy Hot, but how it hits an individual patient varies from person to person. In the moment it can feel scalding hot, blistering cold or anything in between, including nothing at all.

The clarity of your memory of that part tells me you might be a touch tolerant to it - I’d run that by your anesthesiologist if you ever need another surgery.

Definitely ask them for which drugs they used, and if you need anesthesia again later, give that list and your symptoms to your anesthesiologist.

The mask is just oxygen - they want your blood as saturated with O2 as it can be. The stuff that knocks you out comes in from the IV, and it knocks you out so completely that you literally don’t even breathe on your own. So, once that stuff kicks in it’s gogogo time for the anesthesiologist, cuz you’re basically holding your breath until they get you intubated, which allows the ventilator to take over.

*There are probably exceptions to that, but 99% of surgeries requiring general anesthesia will go like that.

You’re pretty much describing the epicurian paradox. God, or at least the Christian (and similar) god, is presented as being three things in an absolute sense:

1 - All powerful. His will is our reality, period.

2 - All good. He doesn’t have even the tiniest shred of evil.

3 - All knowing. He is completely aware of everything that happens in this reality.

But we can plainly observe evil every time we so much as turn the news on, so how can that exist in the reality made by a god who demonstrates the three traits above?

Every single attempt at answering that paradox just shuffles two of the three pillars. (feel free to take a crack at it if you think you’ve got a solution, but this is very much a ‘gotcha!’ kind of situation that you might get really frustrated with, so, fair warning).

I was raised Christian, but this is a big part of what killed it for me. It boils down to accepting that if there is a god, the Christian presentation of it is mistaken at best, or dishonest at worst, and if we can’t be accurate or honest about even our own diety, then we have no basis for the rest of our religion.

Or a Lemmy thing. Humans Most living things are pretty hard wired to be obsessed with sex.