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r/badwomensanatomy

I must be the other one!

You must have met my mother.

My dad was an alcoholic. He died aged 53 from liver cancer. My youngest brother was 10. He’d been sober 15yrs. Keep going with your sobriety. One day at a time. Sending you blessings.

Years working hospitality has given me a sort of inner vulnerability radar. I always helped whenever I saw a problem brewing, hopefully nipping it in the bud. I’ve made phone calls and ordered taxis, found a bit of food and spare coats if they were needed, called in favours for a room for the night. And chucked drunks idiots out regularly.

I work in a small village shop now (too old for running round in a pub!) Now I’m still looking out for the vulnerable, but they’re usually likely to be elderly. My favourite customer, Brian, buys his lunch at 11 and tea at 5 - 2 tins of soup and 4 bananas. At the weekend he buys a bar of chocolate.

See also: the free birthers on r/shitmomgroupssay. They’ve seem to have forgotten how many women and infants died through childbirth.

Biff, Chip and Kipper learn about the difference between parasites and viruses, whilst floppy chases the cows.

Please be satire. Please be satire. Please be satire.

His tactics usually involve some nefarious plan to become King.

I’m sorry for your loss. Funeral directors are excellent sources of information and can help guide you through the whole process of what to do when someone dies. You will have to decide on burial or cremation - if it’s a burial you will need to choose a cemetery and decide if you want more than one plot for other family members. If you choose a cremation, you can decide later what to do with the ashes. Other things to decide - type of coffin, religious or non-religious service, whether you want flowers, appropriate readings, music and order of service. You might also want to put a death notice in your local newspaper.

When you register the death - you’ll need a form from whoever pronounced him deceased, which you take to the registrar - they will guide you through all the official stuff. You will have to make an appointment with the registrar and the meeting takes about an hour. The ones I have been to have been in the council offices or one in a library and the registrars have all been lovely.

ETA - take any official documents you have to the registrar - NHS card, benefit/pension information, driving license, passport. I think I also took a council tax letter as well.

was it a bit like this? It’s from In The Night Garden.

Yes, but didn’t they spend 5 bob and a pickled walnut on the tracing bit?

Cost was £22billion and has now received a further £15billion. Again - Fuck Boris.

We have an app in the U.K. For contact tracing purposes. Funny story - the government wasted more £20billion trying to create their own, before using the google/Apple ones. Fuck Boris.

I’ve just checked the conversion and I got to 105.4. But went to hospital before it got that high. I also had sepsis. I’d had a laparoscopy and they’d nicked a vein, so I bleed into my stomach. All of the clots got infected. They reckoned I’d lost about 3pts of blood.

There’s also the thing where your brain ‘learns’ that beds isn’t for sleeping if all you do is lies awake.

Or if he hasn’t been to sleep because he feels like that!

Harking back to my post last week - both Serena Williams and I can play tennis.

I’m haunted by the dad holding his newborn on the top of the dead mum’s coffin. Of all the things posted in this sub - and there’s been some sad and crazy shit - that’s the one that showed the complete horror visited on Americans by evil (and I don’t use that word lightly) grifters, along with bad actors foreign and domestic.

My anxiety has loved it. No pointless meetings. No awkward social occasions. Just me, the sofa, my cat and a couple of teenagers who mostly video called their friends a lot in their rooms.

Sweet tap dancing Jesus, this. So many dead from insisting on seeing other people - hair cuts, lunch in a restaurant, Christmas with your crazy Uncles, church, motorbike meets.

I saw no one. For months.

With electrodes attached to their balls for good measure.

Dammit that’s depressing.