Problem is that all the other tracks can’t be switched to.

Yep. It’s pretty simple and straightforward.

Why can’t we have this in the US?

No, I just couldn’t remember exactly when. And as another commenter pointed out, what I should have said was analog TV’s.

Yeah you’re right.

Always so positive. I aspire to that but often fail. It’s difficult when you are depressed.

ELI5?

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Exactly.

I had this done in about 1 square inch on top of my foot for a staph infection I got after crashing my bike. It was insanely painful.

The longer you are an adult, the more people in your life will die. It’s shitty but that’s how time works.

That’s not how it works, unfortunately.

I think you meant to post this to !dontdeadopeninside@lemmy.ohaa.xyz

Who cares what the order is. This is not needed.

They have a 50/50 chance each round. Doesn’t matter how many rounds they’ve won.

I think vinegar is bad for your washer’s seals. Same for dishwashers

I’m so sorry. Thank you for taking the time to share and for your kind words.

I didn’t fight for him. I didn’t even try. When I called his oncology doctor and left a message, I heard back from a nurse and got no information. And further, the nurse said that the doctor doesn’t speak with family of patients and wouldn’t be calling me back. I should have taken my rage at that obviously fucked response and done something, whether it be forcing him to talk to me, or finding another oncologist. But I didn’t. I just receded into myself and did nothing. Every single day I drove to the hospital over and over again, I’d pull over and cry before I got there. But I was so paralyzed by my fear about what was happening that I didn’t turn it into action. I just asked for a nicer chair in the hospital room so I could hang out for hours on end with my dad as he died. He would have done everything in his power to help me, and for some reason I was such a scared little shit that I didn’t think to become the caretaker of my dad, who was always my caretaker. He needed me and I failed him.

I seriously appreciate your response and your willingness to be vulnerable in sharing your own loss. I am sorry. I’m so deep in sadness that I am having a hard time processing anything.

I don’t know why I’m sharing this. I am just a piece of shit and sorry for contaminating a good (I hope?) ST thread with my own BS