Applebee’s: Drowning in Ranch and Regret

Sleep deprivation in a can. 🥱

I tried to order Battered Fish and Chips. They were out. Strike one.

So I pivoted to the Bacon Ranch Grilled Chicken Sandwich. A mistake. Apparently, Applebee’s missed the memo from the “Don’t Drown Your Food” PSA. The sandwich arrived swimming in Ranch—so much that the chicken breast was actively trying to escape the bun. I had to perform a rescue operation, extracting the slippery protein and eating it solo, like some sad, sauce-slicked survivor.

Strike two.

To round out the evening, I ordered a Sugar Free Red Bull. Because clearly, sleep deprivation needed a wingman. I haven’t had caffeine in years. Maybe I was chasing chaos. Maybe I wanted to see if those Red Bull Wings would lift me out of this culinary disappointment. Spoiler: they didn’t.

Strike three. I’m out.

Sleep Position: Denied

Back: coughs and shoulder sabotage.
Side: leg pain and betrayal.
Stomach: not even an option—just a cruel joke.

Every angle is a trap. Every adjustment a negotiation with pain. The cat sleeps like a loaf, smug and boneless. I rotate like a rotisserie chicken in a haunted oven.

It’s not insomnia. It’s logistics.
It’s not restlessness. It’s refusal.
Catch-22, but make it biomechanical.

Gender and Psychiatry: Pathologized Emotions

As Phyllis Chesler warned us in 1974, gender bias has accompanied psychiatric power throughout its history. Years later, in 2005, in the last annotated edition of Women and Madness , the author insisted on the persistence of this bias, which even today, 50 years later, seems to remain unchanged. Authors such as Ussher, Caplan, Margot Pujal and many others were situated in that same space. With their differences and nuances, they all converge on the same point: gender problems and discomforts produce deep suffering. This suffering leaves marks on our bodies and our behavior.

Gender and Psychiatry: Pathologized Emotions