CommieKhinkaliDeath to america
SaymazGood morning. Israel must perish!
Anyone else on "boost for lemmy" and all of a sudden crashes by using the "local" feed?
Anyone else on "boost for lemmy" and all of a sudden crashes by using the "local" feed? - Lemmygrad
Mine instantly crashes when i load the local feed. The “subscribed” and “all” feeds work fine. Had to delete my cache and data to reset the settings because i had put the local feed as my standard :/ I made no changes to my phone and no update was made or is even available for the app. As far as i know, nothing changed on my end to cause these crashes
Revolutionary Guerilla Gardening to Raise Class Conscienceness
Revolutionary Guerilla Gardening to Raise Class Conscienceness - Lemmygrad
It’s now March and bare earth appears in scattered points along the sidewalk in my neighborhood. One year around I decided to turn the soil and put seeds in, I had specifically chosen because they balance the nutrients of the soil. The plants struggled to grow the first year but they started to actually bear fruit the second year. A few neighbors just started helping the plants stay healthy too. It seemed to be a spark that was inspiring community around me. The city tore it up the second year and life pulled me away from my plot. All that’s to say, what is the best way to garden in protest? I keep staring at the lawn in front of city hall, with it’s bright green unproductive militant grass and I just want to tear it up. It could be used to grow tomatoes, peas, and squash instead of monument to defense. We the people could take care of it if the city would let us. I’d probably better off starting with a small traffic island that is completely barren. City used to have some flowers there, but I don’t know if it has the funds for it anymore. If I can start a garden on the traffic island, how do I make sure everyone who cares knows that it’s a protest against the land enclosures? That it’s a protest against the manufactured hunger imposed on us to keep the war machine running?
The Soviet city planning really makes me wonder...
DisabledAceSocialistI'm feeling so overwhelmed right now.
I'm feeling so overwhelmed right now. - Lemmygrad
I thought winning my benefit appeal would be an end to the worst of my troubles. I’ve been focusing on that for so long but now it’s here, nothing really feels better. I’m still waiting for the rest of my backpay but given the amount of debt I’m in and the interest that’s built up, the backpay won’t cover it. Overdraft, interest, backrent plus various amounts like a lot of petrol money I owe my landlady. And she can’t even be blamed or criticised for wanting repayment, she’s kept me living here with no rent payments for like a year and a half, driving me around, mostly paying the petrol out of her own pocket (apart from when it was supplemented by a few mutual aid requests when times got too hard), and being on a low fixed income herself, an old age pension, she’s got into debt because of this. So of course I need to pay her back so she can pay off her own debts. So instead of my problems being over I have these debt payments stretching out ahead of me and only two years of guaranteed benefit payments before I get reassessed all over again. So I have my normal rent and share of the utilities to pay, plus paying off backrent and other debts like utilities and petrol, paying off the overdraft and massive interest, transport because although I have a disabled person’s bus pass, the nearest bus stop is nearly a mile away and my mobility isn’t good enough for that walk so I still need to pay my landlady’s petrol for driving me around. On top of this my landlady’s daughter has become ill and is in hospital so my landlady will go and stay with her, maybe for weeks, when she comes out of hospital. Who will drive me to all my hospital appointments and to the supermarket? I will have to pay for taxis and food delivery and my benefit payments already aren’t enough for all this. I have lots of medical appointments coming up like the physiotherapist, podiatrist, ophthalmologist and others and some are in hospitals in other towns, it’s expensive getting to them all. I’m not eligible for free transport like the St John’s Ambulance (as I don’t have the required medical conditions to qualify) and you have to pay for hospital transport. My clothes are basically rags, I thought I’d buy new clothes after winning my appeal but nope. I thought I’d be able to have some actual pleasures once the appeal was over but that’s a pipedream. My landlady took me to an appointment this morning and as we drove past the harbour on the way back I saw all the people sitting there, eating fish and chips and thought how I would like to do that but still can’t even afford something as simple as a portion of fish and chips. And I’m just today coming to terms with the fact that this is permanent. It’s not going to change. Society says I’m a useless eater and useless eaters should get barely enough to survive on, if anything. This constant anxiety about money is something I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life. Why does everything in our society have to be money, money, money? Why does Jeff Bezos have the UK government paying his staff benefits out of taxes so he can underpay them and keep more profits for himself while I have to beg for mutual aid? Money is the whole reason I’m disabled to start with. Coming from a low income family I wasn’t fed adequately as a child and so later went on to develop a malnutrition-related cancer which has ruined my life. Then when my symptoms started it took the NHS nearly 4 years to diagnose me because they didn’t want to spend money doing any tests. The only reason I got diagnosed in the end is because my employer at the time decided to give the employees a private healthcare package as a perk, so i was able to go to a private hospital who actually did some tests. Everything is always money-based. Without that I probably wouldn’t have gotten diagnosed and would eventually have died and I’d be better off that way. And on top of this I have all my usual problems to deal with - the mobility issues on my left side (caused by my stroke) are flaring up again, my achilles tendon is so inflamed I’m having trouble walking again and my whole left side is painful and debilitated. The pharmacy/GPs have messed up my prescriptions again, people look at me like I’m worthless trash whenever I go anywhere because my clothes are tatty, my hair is falling out, I have edema and skin infections and can’t walk properly. Even though my income is much lower than an average person’s I have more expenses due to being disabled, even the fact I need so much laundry disinfectant and can’t use normal detergent is a massive constant expense. I stupidly thought once I won my benefit appeal I could do things like paying for extra physiotherapy since the NHS is so shit I don’t get anywhere near enough appointments, and paying for a carer to help me with some basic things, but that is not going to be possible. Society wishes people like me would just go away but they won’t legalise assisted suicide. What is the point of this life? I try to find meaning by telling myself maybe I chose this life to learn some lesson, but I know that’s just cope. I can’t even have the simple pleasure of meeting with friends. Everyone gradually drifted away and abandoned me when I got sick. I even spoke on here about how I recently reached out to an old friend and was rebuffed. After two messages he couldn’t even be bothered to respond any more. I left a greeting on another old friend’s facebook page and he didn’t even bother answering even though he’s very active on his page and has almost certainly seen my message. I haven’t met up with friends or had any kind of social life since 2010. Since then the only people I’ve spoken to are my landlady, hospital and shop staff and people online. And while most people on hexbear/lemmy have been kind, even on here some people have been mean or used me for their own fun. This month alone I’ve had two people on lemmy repeatedly tease me with offers of mutual aid and never come through. I had one person a while ago tell my my problems don’t matter, it doesn’t even matter if I become homeless and give me suggestions on suicide methods. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I just don’t have the energy to write out any more now. But I have no-one else to talk to and everything is just too much. I’m even constantly eaten up with anxiety that there might be an afterlife, and maybe I’ll be punished in it, this terror, pain and misery might never end.
Lenom(Seriously, why do some people think like this?) By Me
TheBungTankieSo.. with the E-3 Sentry destroyed...How's r/NonCredibledefense doing ?
MakanIs it immoral for me to ask for funds for at least DIY HRT?
Is it immoral for me to ask for funds for at least DIY HRT? - Lemmygrad
I’m trying to make sure I am doing this all correctly. Maybe it should be exclusively DIY and not through official channels, which may be more expensive, right? I am aiming to start HRT by the end of April. I don’t know any DIY channels in Virginia or what the cheapest ones are. I also want to save money for laser and electrolysis. I am sure there are places in Virginia that give it. I was going to get funds (about $40 in total) for a pepper spray can to defend myself with and some OTC meds for my gastrointestinal health, but eh, I was told recently that I should stop that so I did. What if it’s something a bit more pressing like where I will get my estradiol from? Is that good enough or nah?
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