I’ll just die, it’s fine.

I can’t pay for insurance, but I need expensive treatments every 11-13 weeks to function as a member of society. This has been the case for some 15 years now.

If I don’t have the exceptional care I get through the Va, I can’t -afford- to hold a job, because even with this great care, the most I can do realistically is part time which doesn’t include insurance.

I’ve been sort of planning, best one can, for the Va to crumble… I rely on my disability payments to cover my housing… if I lose those and my insurance, which is likely, I’m super fucked.

I wonder what the long-term fallout from this massive fracture is going to be… even if we somehow manage to avert catastrophe…

I don’t think there’s really a way to come back from this whole thing for, like, most people…

Understood. I would have normally understood .22 or .50, but those are the only two I’m particularly familiar with…

[Says the expert qualified former military idiot who only took the weapon quals because she had to… arcade light guns and listening are apparently really good training… (I’m as confused as the instructors were on that one…)]

Sorry, apparently everyone else understands this but I don’t, can you clue me in?

Holy fuck. That’s so much worse.

2 is Jasmin from Aladdin when Jafar is the sultan and she’s a slave but idk the other one.

I’m imagining them having to change out the bag or… I guess bag-less bin…?

Unless this goes into a drain which is… equally super weird, actually, because it isn’t sink-shaped or anything… so now I’m imagining this super tall trash can with like a weak little drain at the bottom full of straws and bottle caps and stuff.