bananapeppers:

this is now the second time I’m saying this: this photo is being passed around as though it’s humorous, but where is the humor in this photo? this dental practice is alerting its patients to a real risk of a potentially grievous drug interaction. the combination of a central-nervous-system stimulant such as methamphetamine and a dental anesthetic containing a vasoconstrictor (e.g., epinephrine, levonordefrin) could dangerously elevate the patient’s blood pressure and/or heart rate. people who use illicit drugs deserve appropriate healthcare.

It may be even longer, to be safe:

All of the dental professionals who participated in the survey agreed that local anesthesia is a topic of concern for meth users. Dental professionals must question their patients to ensure they have not used meth during the 24 hours prior to dental treatment.

The combination of methamphetamines and local anesthetics can be very dangerous, possibly even fatal. If too many other drugs are in the bloodstream, some substances can reach toxic levels since the liver cannot break down an overload of toxic substances. Having an overabundance of drugs in the body can also lead to dangerous drug interactions and stimulant overdose.

An increasing number of users have HIV, AIDS, or hepatitis C, and already have impaired hepathic function that compromises the liver’s ability to metabolize toxins. Chances of heart attack, stroke, or coma increase tremendously.

squeakykins:

rabbitinheadlights:

I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.

Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched
Does not mean: Give belly rubs! – haha I tricked you! 
Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting! 

Lazily exposing belly – still attacks when touched
Does not mean: tricked you again!
Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well.

Snapping at you while being pet
Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you!
Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.

Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact
Does not mean:  I’m ignoring you
Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company.

Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them
Does not mean: I hate you!
Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.

I love this post omg, thank you so much. As a lifelong cat person, dogs perplex me because they’re so completely different behaviourally.

cinephile1980:

nimloth:

drakesquad:

tuggywuggy:

drakesquad:

i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter

This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.

so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh

there are more than enough kids in the world already, so stop making new ones and go to fucking Italy please

My children’s mother was 24 when we had our first child and people said “have you even finished your college?” and “what happens if you two don’t stay together? You’ll have nothing to fall back on”. People are never satisfied.

orbdogs:

my worst experience in college is a former friend who released their pet rats into “the wild” at the end of the year because they couldn’t take care of them over the summer. i, a rat owner, was told this at the end of summer, 3 months after i could have adopted them and saved them from a horrible death on a college campus with lots of predators and little food for lab rats that have only ever known their cozy little nests in their cozy little cages

domesticated animals are very different from wild animals in almost every way and cannot survive without human help. dogs are not wolves. domesticated birds are not wild birds. rats need other rats to function socially and a lone rat or even pair of rats can’t survive or function alone. it’s like a lone ant. they need their colony… which is their fucking owners. to my rats and my dogs i’m this magical god of abundance who brings them food and medicine and toys and plays with them and tickles their bellies every day. your rats have a better life in your living room munching on broccoli than as hawk food. don’t be an idiot