My local hospital apparently requires their employees to use a “secure” app on their personal phone to transmit data on the patients.
Seems like irresponsible handling of PHI (by the administration, not the staff) to me.
I’ve recently been reconnecting with my nephew, who is my son. I didn’t have sex with my sister; my first ever girlfriend tricked me into getting her pregnant and my sister, herself sort of an adoptee, was looking to adopt at the time. I enjoy being able to describe him as “my nephew, the one who is my son” because likely there aren’t a lot of people who can accurately say that and, well, it gets a reaction from anyone paying attention.
Sorry, got off track, though it was relevant to the narrative. My sister, his mom, works in the field of psychology and has informed him that he is likely autistic. Though not by her, I’ve been told the same thing many times by many different people. Last weekend, he and I spent an hour or two playing a game and voice chatting. We both mentioned several things that others have identified as odd behavior that we think is just optimized thinking.
One of my very early Lemmy posts (under a different account) was about how following patterns is a way to make sure you do things right. During the aforementioned gaming session he said “I can’t function without my patterns.”
I’m genuinely not sure I’m autistic, but everyone around me seems to be convinced I am and I guess I see why.
This is not dissimilar to what my wife said during the experience.
Presumably this is especially true while pregnant.
Better than the scrotum, I guess.
Long before I was born, before my mom met my dad, when my mom was in college, she dropped out and fled the US. She ended up in Europe and met a man named Colin, whom she then married and with whom she got pregnant, then moved to Greece.
While in Greece and pregnant, she did not have access to indoor plumbing. Instead, she used an outhouse. According to her, she once got up in the middle of the night to make use of the facilities, started to head outside without a light, then thought better of it and grabbed a light. When she did, she was glad she did so, because there was apparently a large, terrifying scorpion on the doorknob she would have used to exit the residence.
She did not disclose to me how she handled the situation.
A game I played a lot with my dad was Pool. He had a full sized slate Pool table that he bought (along with a lawnmower) from a friend who was dying and he put it (the Pool table, not the mower) in a semi dedicated room in his basement. Every family member other than my mom (who was blind in one eye and thus lacked depth perception) loved engaging in the game.
There are a lot of things at which I lack talent, but Pool is not one of them; I’m better than average at it. My dad was better than I but, a few times, I won against him one-on-one. At least one of those times I accused him of letting me win. He said, and with the benefit of hindsight I believe, that he never “lets” anyone win.
He probably didn’t try his hardest, but that’s a fairly fine distinction.
Sure, but did you see that ludicrous display last night?
You’re right, arousing them is the way to go.
Ooo, another bash mirror. Nice!
I recently ordered a wall adapter and the associated cable.
Amazon emailed me to confirm my order of two wireless items.
Your use of curly braces reminds me of AOL.
I dealt with that for eleven days before my friend bullied me into going to the doctor because “that’s not normal.” Now I have screws in my vertebrae and some very interesting scars.
In the comics, he did it not to fight scarcity but because he was in love with the character Death and wanted to impress her … Or something like that.
Sometimes I accidentally press the function key on my work-mandated Mac.
For some reason, it brings up a window full of emoji. Cmd+w doesn’t close it and cmd+q quits whatever application I actually wanted to be using.
I hate it.
My guest room has a rarely used toilet with a plastic, slow-close lid that is opened, at most, possibly twice a week. We recently had to replace it because it was very visibly moldy to a disgusting degree.
Reader mode is amazing. I don’t recall whether I’ve ever used it for bypassing paywalls, but I used to read Rock, Paper, Shotgun a lot and, when they started getting disgustingly cluttered, reader mode made it a lot easier.
It also helps with navigating tech blogs when troubleshooting something and, on the rare occasion when I search for recipes, finding the only part that matters.