I'm Actually Surprised That This System Allowed Sharing. My Stepmom Got Really Sick With A Mystery Ailment,

I'm actually surprised that this system allowed sharing. My stepmom got really sick with a mystery ailment, which, when finally was figured out over a year and a half later, was a rare bacterial infection that had eaten some of the bones in her spine because it was left to rage in her body so long.

She had a lot of sick and vacation days accumulated, as she'd been at her job over 20 years, and was allowed to roll them over to the next year if they weren't used, and since her job was a desk job, she didn't take a lot of time off.

As the sickness got worse, she took more and more days off and eventually burned up all the time she'd accrued over the time she'd worked there. Her coworkers, some of whom she'd worked with since the beginning, tried to donate a week of sick days or PTO each. There were many in the office and a few from the crew that did the meter readings that tried to donate time.

The powers that be said hell naw. Not unless you can convince everyone to donate. Since there were a few people who didn't want to, and should have had to, to be perfectly honest, it was not allowed.

My stepmom eventually got on disability, because they had to rebuild the upper part of her spine with a cadaver armbone so that she can still walk on her own, but it's hard for her to stand for long periods of time. Even that was an exercise in patience, since they tried to refuse her the disability the first time.

I feel like this is a photo from a post nuclear disaster movie. It's more likely just a photo from tornado season, or just extreme straight line wind.

No lies. Was bullied constantly in my youth all the way up until I graduated for being fat, having glasses, and had braces in there, too. Add to that having an eclectic fashion sense and life was hard for me. As an adult, and after getting out of an emotionally abusive marriage, being hit on and told I'm attractive has been the absolute mind fuck of the century. I still have the eclectic fashion sense, but I also get to dye my hair and act how I want without fear of possible abuse. I'm now mostly unapologetically me, and it's a beautiful thing, and also somewhat bewildering to behold.

Omg! This! 100× this! And that at 40 things will change and it will confuse the hell out of you. I went from a harbinger of doom migraine for the period to it moving to announcing my ovulation instead, and it was insane and unexpected and essentially overnight. I went from one month feeling like absolute disaster right before the period to the next month being surprised by my period because the harbinger was gone, other than the slight mood thing (and that first month it could easily be explained away by jet lag) and then it socking me a couple weeks later during ovulation. Discover that there is a such thing as Mittleschmertz. Like PMS but for ovulation, and some people with ovaries suffer with that. Apparently, my 40s are gonna be a whole new adventure in learning my body all over again.

This the current joke about our Artificer in D and D, and I'm living for this.

Credit: @pet_foolery