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I need to know your location to know what grass is ecologically appropriate to grow there. Wouldn't want you growing an invasive species. Also need to know the layout of your water, soil, proximity to water, amount of shade, etc. Would be easiest for you to just provide your address so I can find the best grass location near you.

There is also the option to just not interact with things you don't like on the internet. You can just not respond. You can block people that say things you don't like. You can also make your own community that you moderate how you want to. Why are you demanding that someone else do work that you're unwilling to do yourself?

Or you can go touch grass. If you find google maps data collection too invasive to find a local park with you can also try duckduckgo.

3 or 54 exactly, and nothing in between. Also, you are taking all of this waaay too seriously. Go touch some grass.

As a psych nurse I tell people "prune the leaves. Take a little off the top. Give a few leaves out at a time. DON'T give out all your leaves at once before any have grown back and for the love of god, NEVER let anyone touch the stalk."

Please join us over at !sciencediagramshitposting@sh.itjust.works if you have any more, but I've alreadyCrossposted this one.

I've been mentioned a couple times for both my specialty knowledge and because I banned a person from curated tumblr for throwing a tantrum so that's a thing. Idk about tags tho

Tom Bombadill. To the extent that one of my main goals in life is to be as chaotic and inexplicable to people as possible, but benignly so.

Marvin the depressed robot

It's because most of the blood return to your heart is passive. The heart pumps OUT through the arteries pretty hard, but the blood finds it's way back through the veins whenever it feels like it, it just can only go one way because the veins have valves along the way that prevent backflow. A lot of the pressure that actually gets the blood back comes from the contraction of the nearby muscles squeezing the blood up past the valves. So especially if you're standing with your legs all the way down there from your heart, most of the work to get the blood back up is going to come from your calves and thighs flexing.

My A&P teacher very cheerfully illustrated the point by telling us there's actually one animal that does have valves in it's arteries.

We had a guy at one of my old jobs who was trying to get a not guilty by reason of insanity charge because he was facing a life sentence for something he didn't want to spend that time in prison for (the only time it's worth it). Unlike most guys however, instead of faking, he actually drove himself insane! He was actually fine coming in, just had some (dubious) suicidal ideation but perfectly cognitively intact. But the doctor wasn't buying the suicidal thing after a week or two so he started staying awake for weeks on end then slept for weeks on end, soiled himself constantly, refused to eat then binge ate. Just went absolutely feral until he really was.

One of the things he did for a while was refused to lie down at all. Just stood completely still in the hallway staring at the wall. Did it for weeks. Started to look like a candle melting down into his feet until they began to split open and weep interstitial fluid. Anyway the point is we started having to chase him around the unit a little. You'd go just stand next to him and bug him a bit until you got him to walk a little because we needed to start stimulating some blood return. I forget how that story ended he may have still been there when I finally had it with that place and left.

I love that the world is healing enough to identify disorganized thought patterns as a symptom of schizophrenia instead of thinking it's multiple personalities. Next let's stop throwing so many of them in prison that the US correctional systems are the largest prescribers of antipsychotics...

and it would go a looot farther because no one would have a billion.

pretty much, yeah. there's not much else to say! I didn't stay at that job long but it was less to do with that in particular and more it was ultimately just because it wasn't meant to be.

ok final story; I have to get some sleep at some point.

my very first healthcare job was as a phlebotomist going around room to room in the hospital collecting blood samples. So possibly one of the few jobs on their feet as much or even more than the nurses. But I didn't really understand how hospitals were laid out yet so I had just been trying to keep my eyes out for a water fountain and just couldn't seem to find one. So I got a little dizzy but figured we'd go for lunch or something soon so I'd just push through.

Finally I was starting to get real dizzy though so I went and asked a nurse for some water and she was like "oh, you mean the nutrition room!" and pointed it out in the nurses station. So I turned and looked where she was pointing, then looked back, and the world narrowed into a pinpoint and disappeared. I vaguely and briefly remember walking on a beach and talking to someone at this point, but I don't remember who it was or what was said.

Then I woke up sitting in a rolly chair with like ten people around me and I couldn't move my mouth because my lips were completely numb. Somebody took my blood sugar and it was fine, but also I got really nauseous suddenly and I wanted to warn them but I couldn't speak. But then I gagged a little and there was an eme-bag under my face SO fast.

Anyway at that point a stretcher showed up and some lady introduced herself to me as the intensivist and they started wheeling me down to the ER and the only word I was finally able to get out was nooooooooo and she was like "oh yes honey, we're definitely going to the ER." And then my supervisor (my brand new supervisor, this was my FIRST. DAY.) came down while I was still puking everywhere and helped clean my puke off me.

The end!