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  • Elderly Man Left In Hospital Waiting Room

    Do NOT take ur loved ones to memorial hospital in Modesto!!! My dad was released at 4am this morning on his own w/no phone, car ,money, or even means to walk or stand on his own!

    I instructed his nurse to call me AS SOON as he was released so I could pick him up but they NEVER did..my 70yr old father was Rolled into a waiting room & left there FOR SEVERAL HOURSSSS waiting for a ride that would’ve never came..I was told he was released an, ‘left on his own”@4am because he was “alert”. I then informed them that he COULDN’T have left on his own because he can’t walk, &I was his only ride! he didnt even have a phone to call anyone!

    After the 3rd time of calling an demanding they check the waiting room, bathrooms, they said he was gone! Finally the 4th time I called back an spoke to someone else they found him in the waiting room..I rushed bck to Modesto to find out he had been sitting there in pissed pants for over FOUR HOURS bcuz he wasn’t even able to get himself to the bathroom.

    On top of everything else some lady sitting next to him stole his walker!!(right in front of security)There was only a handful of people in that waiting room how could they not notice a 70yr old man,pee’d sitting there for several hours?!!!!! Without even checking on him or assisting him!! Unacceptable! He was released with pneumonia, a fever, and completely drugged up on morphine! DO NOT TAKE UR LOVED ONES TO THIS PLACE! #pleaseShare

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  • Hey You Take Your Freaking Pill

    Hey, you.

    Take your freaking pill.

    (Your anti depressant. Your SSRI. Your anti anxiety med.)

    You know, whatever pill you cringe at the thought of having to take?

    Yeah. That one.

    Take it, please.

    You deserve to be healthy.
    You deserve to feel sunshine.
    You deserve joy.

    You deserve a brain that doesn’t beat you up.

    And yes, I know it’s kind of a pain.

    I also know some days you might feel strong enough to do without it.

    But that little pill isn’t for the good days, my dear.

    And don’t you remember the bad days?

    Those days when the storm clouds come rolling in.

    When energy leaks out of your body like someone pulled the drain.

    When brushing your teeth feels like a marathon and sunshine is offensive and even the most joyful noises of your household sounds like a million bees in your head…

    I remember those days.

    And that’s why I take the pill.

    One day at a time, one refill at a time, one season at a time, I take the pill.

    You see, sometimes sunshine tastes like sour chalk and has to be washed down with water.

    Sometimes God’s biggest miracles come in little orange bottles.

    Sometimes your very salvation is written on a prescription pad, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

    Fight the good fight with me. Stay in the sunshine. Vulnerability is courageous as hell, and it takes so much courage to admit you need this.

    Warrior on, my friend. You aren’t alone.

    Take your freaking pill.

    I’m sure as heck taking mine.

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  • No Child Is The Same But Please Second Born Child Go To Sleep

    Why can’t you sleep?

    Have you ever heard the saying ‘no child is the same’ ? When I found out I was pregnant with my second daughter I thought it was going to be a breeze, just like it was with my first. She slept through the night from 5weeks and was in her own room by 3months (with me checking on her every 5minutes and constantly watching the baby monitor).

    Then that’s when I heard this saying for the first time, I didn’t think anything of it, is just thought ‘oh it’s fine I will get her into a routine from a young age and she will sleep through the night just like her big sister’ well how wrong was I?

    I got into the routine of either letting her sleep on me or tapping her bum to get her to sleep. She would wake in the night and I would just tap her bum or pick her up – big mistake! I decided to put her in her big sisters bedroom and hope she would sleep through.

    She slept a lot better, she went every 4-5hours instead of every hour. This was an improvement, I was happy. She started to get older and nap less and less but still didn’t go through the whole night. I tried everything. She is now 2 and half.

    She gets up every morning without fail at 6am, no matter how many times she got up during the night before she still gets up at that time. She no longer naps and goes to bed at 6pm at night. No matter how late she goes to bed or how much I wear her out during the day she does not sleep through the night. No matter what I do she don’t sleep longer that 4hours. So next time you hear that saying, don’t be silly like me and think your child will be like their older sibling.. because I can tell you now, they won’t!

  • I Do Not Help My Wife And Neither Should You

    A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat and talked about life. At some point in the conversation, I said, “I’m going to wash the dishes and I’ll be right back.”

    He looked at me as if I had told him I was going to build a space rocket. Then he said to me with admiration but a little perplexed: “I’m glad you help your wife, I do not help because when I do, my wife does not praise me. Last week I washed the floor and no thanks.”

    I went back to sit with him and explained that I did not “help” my wife. Actually, my wife does not need help, she needs a partner. I am a partner at home and through that society are divided functions, but it is not a “help” to do household chores.

    I do not help my wife clean the house because I live here too and I need to clean it too.

    I do not help my wife to cook because I also want to eat and I need to cook too.

    I do not help my wife wash the dishes after eating because I also use those dishes.

    I do not help my wife with her children because they are also my children and my job is to be a father.

    I do not help my wife to wash, spread or fold clothes, because the clothes are also mine and my children.

    I am not a help at home, I am part of the house. And as for praising, I asked my friend when it was the last time after his wife finished cleaning the house, washing clothes, changing bed sheets, bathing her children, cooking, organizing, etc. You said thank you

    But a thank you of the type: Wow, sweetheart !!! You are fantastic!!!

    Does that seem absurd to you? Are you looking strange? When you, once in a lifetime, cleaned the floor, you expected in the least, a prize of excellence with great glory … why? You never thought about that, my friend?

    Maybe because for you, the macho culture has shown that everything is her job.

    Perhaps you have been taught that all this must be done without having to move a finger? Then praise her as you wanted to be praised, in the same way, with the same intensity. Give her a hand, behave like a true companion, not as a guest who only comes to eat, sleep, bathe and satisfy needs … Feel at home. In his house.

    The real change of our society begins in our homes, let us teach our sons and daughters the real sense of fellowship! “

    —Hawk—

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  • McDonald’s You Should Be Ashamed Of Yourselves

    Well, my night took an unexpected turn! So I finished my night out, ended up in the dreaded McDonald’s queue. I couldn’t help but notice the lady in front me, all she asked for was a cup of hot water.

    The member of staff told her no. I don’t know what was going through their mind but a lady, clearly homeless was asking for a basic human right; and for a multi billion pound company, for them to say no is disgusting!

    My heart was shattered! So I spoke to her and told her to order what she wanted, expecting her to order everything. I was so shocked. She asked for a single cheese burger and that was it. We bought as much as we could carry so I knew she wasn’t going to be hungry.

    I couldn’t just leave this lady go, she was so warming and so lovely. So I sat with her, on the cold hard floor, in the middle of winter and you know what I did? I cried my eyes out.

    You know if people of Cardiff walked passed them and didn’t do anything because, financially, they weren’t in the position, I would understand. But people walked passed and laughed at them. I don’t care who you are, If this was you; and you’re reading this I hate you!

    When I got to speak to them I was genuinely shocked at their story and how educated they were! So full of life and enthusiasm and they literally have nothing!

    I invited polly and her mate back to my house and we all cooked enough food to feed them and their friends for the next few nights. We boxed them up and packed them in their bags.

    Polly and her mate have had showers, brushed their teeth and they both said they have ever felt so appreciated in their life.

    I’m no saint, but this small act of kindness cost me about £20. I know 90% of people reading this will earn about 10 times that a day.

    It costs nothing to be kind, and I genuinely hope people share this to raise awareness of homelessness throughout the UK!

    Me and polly have chatted on the phone and I’ve promised her that she will never go hungry or cold again! I’ve given her blankets, pillows and a back pack full of food.

    If you see someone on the streets, don’t look down on them like they’re nothing. You don’t know what they’ve been though! spare a little thought!

    I don’t cate if I look like shit cause I’m crying!

    Polly, you’ve changed me! ❤️❤️❤️

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  • The Mental Load Of Motherhood Breaks You

    Powerful ❤️❤️We all lose the plot occasionally.

    The mental load of motherhood breaks you.

    You can feel your nerves fraying at the seams as your child refused to listen to anything you say.

    You cry. Lose your patience. Slam cabinets and bang plates, until it gets to you enough that you take away privileges and declare mum law.

    Every ounce of you is tired. Tired of fighting. Of the power struggle that is your child’s strong will and your need for them to behave.

    This is what no one tells you about. The hard stuff. The moments that break you open, that send you to the brink.

    So, I have to ask the question.

    Why do we hide it?

    Why do we lie through our teeth and utter the words, “I’m fine” to our friends when we are anything but?

    We have to stop hiding in the closet with our guilt and frustrations.

    If a friend shares her truth and says she’s in a funk, don’t tell her your life is sunshine and rainbows, tell her you’re in the freaking arena with her. Admit that you don’t have it altogether either.

    Because, let’s be honest – we all lose it. Every single one of us.

    I know it’s hard, isn’t it? This motherhood thing. It’s OK to say that out loud, that doesn’t make you a bad mum – it makes you real.

    So, to the mum having a rough week let me tell you what no one else will.

    There are going to be days. Days where it’s all too much. Days where the fighting and bickering send you over the edge. Days where the baby won’t sleep and the toddler just spilled a newly poured bowl of cereal all over the floor or the older child lashes back with attitude & tells you she hates you…again.

    You’re going to feel your blood pressure rise and your patience dwindle. You’re going to lose it. You’re going to question yourself – all the time. You’re going to wish bedtime would come sooner. You’re going to cry a lot. You’re going to long for five minutes to yourself. You’ll wonder if you are getting any of this right; if you are cut out for this job at all.

    But let me tell you … you ARE. You’re getting more right than you think.

    Do you know why?

    Because you show up. You show up through the hard stuff.

    Even on the days, weeks or maybe even months when we’re in a rut and we can’t quite claw our way out – you don’t quit.

    Sure, we cry. We have our moments where we feel like we can’t go on and then we wipe our tears, throw on a clean pair of pants and we push forward.

    Are we tired? Absolutely. We’re tired of the constant correcting, of no one listening. Negotiating. Refereeing. Cleaning. Fighting.

    But, we’re more tired of hiding our mess & putting high expectations on ourselves.

    So when the tears won’t stop, when every ounce of patience is lost and you feel as though you can’t do this, know that you are not alone. There are so many other mums in this arena too and they’re giving you a standing ovation.

    Through all of it. The tears and the smiles. The failures and the wins.

    Some days it will feel all too much and some days it all comes to a head, but don’t ever doubt your strength. Don’t ever question what you’re capable of and how much your children love you.

    Go ahead and cry, but then wipe those tears and get back up. Today you may have lost it, but you’re not failing – you’re so incredibly fierce. ✌🏼💓

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  • Daddy The Cockwomble

    It was Thursday morning, Daddy had booked the day off of work to go Christmas shopping with Mummy.

    Ohhh, it will be nice to have a bit of help during the morning rush Mummy thought.

    1. At 6am, Daddy, Mummy and the children began their day, as Mummy began to label a pear then ensured the eldest child had everything she needed for her day at school, Daddy sat in his dressing gown, engrossed in the Wiggles.

    2. At 6:15am, Mummy prepared breakfast for both of the small humans, she popped upstairs to fetch both of their outfits for the day, on her way asking Daddy if he would mind keeping an eye on HIS, his own children whom were both tucking into their chocolate hoops happily.

    3. On returning from fetching the children’s outfits, Mummy noticed Daddy, whom was still sat in the same spot, still watching the Wiggles in his dressing gown, simply hadn’t noticed that the youngest child had distributed her chocolate hoops all around the kitchen. For fuck sakes, thought Mummy, is it that bloody difficult to supervise for 2 minutes?

    4. Mummy then attempted to apply a coating of make up onto her tired looking face, she managed to achieve the final look of- ‘still absolutely bollocksed but trying to hide it’ with only 25 mini intervals of chaos, all whilst, of course, Daddy sat in his dressing gown, watching the Wiggles.

    5. As Mummy casually mentioned it was nearly time to get both children dressed, their hair brushed and their shoes on, Daddy realised he instantly needed a wee.

    6. Daddy magically returned 45 minutes later, after both children had been lovingly dressed, they were both looking smart complete with styled hair, and their shoes were placed firmly on their feet. Daddy was still not dressed. Daddy then announced that he would need to iron his shirt before he could possibly complete his getting ready routine.

    7. Mummy was starting to get a little bit fucked off with Daddy the cockwomble, whom had been of the use equivalent to a twatting chocolate fireplace during the getting ready routine, Mummy’s face said it all.

    8. “What’s wrong with you?” The cockwomble questioned Mummy, genuinely oblivious to the chaos unravelling around him as he ironed his shirt. “Oh nothing darling, I’m enjoying the help!” Replied Mummy in her best sarcastic tone.

    9. When Daddy had finally completed his get ready routine and Mummy had completed everyone else’s apart from her own, she then asked him if it would be ok with him if she nipped back upstairs to get herself dressed. The cockwomble then decided this would be a brilliant time to announce he now needed to put the bin out.

    10. Master bin man Daddy was appalled by Mummy’s bad attitude when she asked him if he could possibly wait 5 twatting minutes to put the bin out, just whilst she put some clean knickers on upstairs without an audience, without being asked why her fanny resembled Fluffy the long haired Guinea pig.

    11. Mummy packed the smallest child’s bag for a day at Grandma’s house, she asked Daddy whom had now managed the stressful task of getting himself dressed and resumed his position in front of the Wiggles, if he would mind just popping a packet of wet wipes into the bag. Daddy then moved at the speed of a sloth, looking from left to right, pretending to look for the pack of wipes which were exactly where they always were. In the draw. “Where are the wipes??” Daddy asked, in attempt to piss Mummy off so much, she would fetch them herself.

    12. After 54 disagreements over a plastic pig, two nappy changes, one heartbreak over a broken flashing wand, 20,000 never ending requests for juice and a world ending realisation that it was a pear for snack and not grapes, all whilst Daddy watched the telly or got himself ready for the day, everyone was finally ready to leave the house.

    13. “You get the kids in the car!” Daddy said to Mummy whom was putting on the children’s coats, the cockwomble had forgotten to put out the bin whilst he had been so busy watching children’s programmes.

    “One job!” Laughed Mummy. “You had one job!”

    “Well apparently it wasn’t convenient!” Snapped Daddy whom hadn’t worked out that in the 3 hours he had to put the bin out he chose the exact moment Mummy needed to get dressed.

    It was Mummy’s fault.

    It was all Mummy’s fault.

    What a selfish bitch she was, trying to get herself dressed.

    “I don’t understand why you are so grumpy today?” Daddy asked Mummy.

    “No neither do I? After all that help I’ve had this morning too!!” Snapped Mummy.

    And then Mummy and Daddy went Christmas shopping, and heard all about how hungry Daddy was during the shopping spree due to him not having time to grab any breakfast thanks to the strenuous job of putting the bin out.

    “I know! Let’s go out for dinner!” Mummy said, with a cunning plan to get absolutely shitfaced whilst the cockwomble was the designated driver.

    “Let’s get you fed, you’ve had an extremely busy morning putting the bin out.”

    🤣🤣🤣

    Cheers!!! Happy Thursday! 🍷 🍷 🍷

    #laughwithmummy

    #xmasshopping

    #daddythecockwomble

    #cocktails

    #passthecocktails.

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  • Help Save This Young Ladies Life

    On 06th January 2017 our lives changed forever as our beautiful 21 year old daughter, Monique, was rushed into emergency surgery after a CT scan found her bowel had perforated. Eight hours later she emerged from surgery with a colostomy bag and a week later her surgeon confirmed the news behind the perforation: 

    “Testing has confirmed a malignant tumour caused your bowel to perforate. Unfortunately the tumour has also spread… You have Stage 4 Advanced Bowel Cancer” 

    We spent the next two weeks in hospital by Monique’s side as she recovered from her surgery and processed the news that she would be starting palliative chemotherapy within the next 6 weeks. 

    We were told that Monique’s prognosis was not good. Her oncologist predicted 6-12 months alongside the chemotherapy. However, as is in her nature, her zest for life prevailed and nearing 3 years later, she has surpassed all the odds having undergone 58 cycles of chemotherapy and reaching NED (no evidence of disease) status for 2 years. 

    Chemotherapy has been by far the toughest thing Monique has undergone. The physical and mental side effects have been harrowing. 

    Watching her courage and determination to push forward despite this has been inspiring. 

    Help Save This Young Ladies Life
    Help Save This Young Ladies Life

    Recurrence 
    Unfortunately in August 2019, Monique’s 3 monthly CT scan has shown that her cancer has returned in the lining of her abdomen and pelvis and her ovaries. Correspondence from a specialist surgical centre in Basingstoke has unfortunately deemed Monique unsuitable for surgery. As a result, Monique has had to start a new chemotherapy treatment which she will continue in 2 weekly cycles until she is re-scanned in 3 months and we find out whether the treatment has stabilised her cancer. 

    Go Fund Me
    As her parents, we are devoted to Monique and now devoted to extensively researching multiple different treatments both here in the UK and abroad, including Israel and America, which offer both medical and alternative treatments which we believe Monique will benefit from and help her diagnosis. Unfortunately her options on the NHS are very limited due to her diagnosis and the treatments that will ultimately benefit her life are not covered by the NHS and are very costly. We have started this GoFundMe page in order to raise the funds needed to provide Monique with these life-saving treatments as well as to enable her to live her life independently, comfortably and to the full. 

    Any funds which are leftover and do not go towards funding these treatments will be split between three of Monique’s chosen charities; CLIC Sargent, Teens Unite, Bowel Cancer Research UK and her ongoing treatment centre, who have all supported her fight so far. 

    Keep up to date with Monique’s journey on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thelifeofmiqu

    To donate https://www.gofundme.com/f/thelifeofmique

     

  • The Differences Between A Mummy And A Daddy Lie In

    Mummy and Daddy take it in turns to have a lie in at the weekends. They are each allocated one day to have an extra couple of hours in bed.

    Mummy has noticed there are a few small differences between her morning lie in routine and Daddy’s.

    Daddy’s routine.

    1. Daddy does not have regular visits in bed where he is poked and stared at to check if he is yet awake.

    2. Daddy does not give up on his lie in around 6am and get up.

    3. Daddy comes straight downstairs after his leisurely 2 hours extra In bed and straight away makes himself a coffee and toast.

    4. Daddy goes straight back upstairs after toast and coffee for a 45 minute toilet break.

    5. Daddy returns and sits engrossed in children’s programmes.

    Mummy’s routine.

    1. Mummy is visited in bed 10 minutes into her lie in, she is poked, stared at, and alerted by the word FINISHED!!!! When she is needed in the bathroom instantly.

    2. Mummy gives up 30 minutes into her designated lie in and gets up.

    3. Mummy arrives downstairs at what only can be described as a disaster zone.

    4. Mummy sees Daddy lying on the sofa in the foetal position, looking like he is suffering with post traumatic stress.

    5. Mummy tidies up the twenty thousand toys on the floor whilst daddy goes for a 45 minute toilet break.

    6. Mummy feeds the children a ‘proper’ breakfast that doesn’t consist of Dairylea singles and digestive biscuits. Daddy says Isla didn’t want cereal, she wanted cheese.

    7. Mummy picks up Daddy’s dirty breakfast pots from the floor in the living room and bangs them down on the side in the kitchen to let Daddy know he is a scruffy cock womble.

    8. Mummy is informed the children have been awfully hard work in the 30 minute time span Daddy has had to look after them.

    9. Mummy is given a list of all of the things both children did that were challenging in the 30 minutes Mummy was ‘resting’.

    10. Mummy orders Daddy a large medal off of eBay as she fills the washing machine then changes the baby’s bum.

    11. Mummy washes the pots that are invisible to Daddy as he stands watching next to her, hiding from the children in the living room.

    12. Mummy asks Daddy why his dirty clothes are in the middle of the living room floor. Daddy says he took them off there last night. Mummy is getting cross. Daddy missed the subtle hint that he should pick his dirty clothes up off of the bastarding floor immediately.

    13. Mummy finally gets around to having some toast an hour and a half after she has arrived downstairs. Daddy tells Mummy he is too feeling a little peckish, Mummy thinks it must have been hard for him only managing to eat a bowl of cereal, half a pack of biscuits and 2 slices of toast whilst the children ran him ragged for a whole 30 minutes. Daddy stands right where mummy needs to be stood to butter her toast… still avoiding the children.

    14. Daddy sits watching the children’s programmes on TV whilst the little one empties a full packet of baby wipes onto the carpet and the biggest hounds Mummy in the kitchen to get the play dough out.

    15. Daddy asks Mummy why she is a bit grumpy. Mummy says she just can’t fucking think why she would possibly be feeling grumpy on her designated lie in day.

    😂😂😂

    #lieinday

    #sunday

    #passthewine

    #laughwithmummy

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  • Hey Men Do You Wonder Why Your Partner Is A Little Cranky?

    Wondering why your partner is feeling a little cranky lately?

    Wonder why when you’re tapping your wife late at night and she doesn’t move, or looks over at you like you’re George Pell’s lawyer (you piece of shit)

    It’s not because she’s as hairy as a yeti and isn’t interested in sex.

    Oh, contraire mon amie. On contraire. Us women, we love it.

    No it’s because she’s exhausted. But I know you know that… I mean I know you’ve heard her say it a million times but I’m going to break it down for you as to why she’s so exhausted and what she means when she’s saying to your little angels “no sweetheart, mummy can’t read you another 5 books because mummy has to go hang the clothes otherwise no one will have laundry! Ha ha 😒”

    Because her mental load is bigger than your washing pile… and on top of that, there’s a load of cleaning to do.

    Every day and every night.

    Before you go to tap her on the shoulder because your peen is doing the electric boogaloo in your pants, ask yourself… have I helped out today?

    Or Have I eaten dinner and then disappeared to the toilet for five hours as soon as I was done and conveniently missed all the dishes being done?

    Or have I sulked like a toddler because I had work today and will do a real shitty job so no one asks me again?

    Because I’m pretty sure that’s the reason she snaps at you and everyone else like a rubber band.

    Because making the doctors appointments, the dentists, organising the bills, gift buying, school meetings, socialising, and WORKING- uh I’m tired making this list, isn’t enough for her load, she’s gotta cook dinner too and then clean up afterwards as well.

    And that toilet you’re talking a long ass shit on? Guess who’s scrubbing your skiddies? You got it in one!

    So why doesn’t she ask for help? “Ohhh if she wants help she’s just gotta say it” (insert stupid voice here)

    Because mate, she shouldn’t have to ask you, or anyone in the bloody house.

    Do you live here? Do you eat off that plate? So it’s your job too honey.

    She doesn’t need to remind you, tell you, or give you a list, because you’re an adult who lives in a house… together! Crazy, I know! 🤭 And it’s also crazy because, no ones giving her lists, because last I checked, with or without glasses, we can all see the fucking mess, so why is it only one of us is concerned while the other one walks over it like they’re going on a bear hunt?

    Say it with me real slow okay…if 👏🏻 your 👏🏻 wife 👏🏻 does 👏🏻more 👏🏻doesn’t 👏🏻 mean 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 do 👏🏻 less 👏🏻🖕🏻(sorry finger slipped)

    And when you feel that urge to sit down when the house is a bomb site, fight it, fight it real hard, because otherwise, you’ll be fighting for your relationship, and there are plenty of others out there that can control their bowel movements until after they’ve finished clearing the dinner table. 😉

    ❤️

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