Mi sobrina llego de la escuela cansada y le dijo a mi mamá "Abuelita, me voy a ir a dormir un ratito", seguido de eso vi que agarró a Salem (nuestra gata) y se subió con ella.
Pasaron como 40 minutos y decidí subir para echar un vistazo y las encontre así.
Como psiquiatra, nunca voy a olvidar a una paciente con DEPRESIÓN MAYOR, que llegó con los dientes llenos de sarro y caries, úlceras y muchas lesiones en piel, ya que la depresión no le permitía ni levantarse de la cama a asearse. Me decía "Dr, no puedo, le juro que no puedo"
In 1705, an Irish woman named Margorie McCat was thought to have died of a fever and was hastily buried to prevent contagion. She was interred wearing a valuable ring that her husband John, a physician, could not remove because her swollen finger made it impossible, drawing the attention of grave robbers.
That very night, before the earth had fully settled, body snatchers began digging up the grave. Unable to slip the ring free, they attempted to cut off her finger. When blood flowed, Margorie suddenly revived from a coma, sat upright, and screamed. Accounts differ on the robbers’ fate, though one claims they fled in terror and abandoned their trade.
Margorie climbed out of the grave and walked home. Hearing a knock, John reportedly joked that if his wife were alive, he would swear it was her. Opening the door to find Margorie in burial clothes, bleeding but alive, he collapsed from shock and died. He was later buried in the grave prepared for her.
Margorie went on to remarry and have several children. When she eventually died years later, she was buried at Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland. Her headstone bears the inscription: “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
Oh, este es uno de mis artes favoritos de 2ha en general. Me encanta la forma en que está representado este arco, como Mo Ran sostiene la lámpara con el alma de Chu Wanning, como está siendo sumergido... Perdido en cierta forma intentando hacer que regresé.
Arte.
Imagina a una abuela de 60 años, en la década de 1940, pasando sus días construyendo casitas de muñecas. Suena tierno, ¿verdad? Pues dentro de esas casas había cadáveres ensangrentados, suicidios y pistas macabras. Esta abuelita estaba inventando el CSI. Tira del hilo 🧵👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽