My big achievement today was getting out of bed before 8am. Then I ate my breakfast and made it to my desk before 9am. Long COVID is not going to win today.
I also took a few minutes to play with the cats because they are people too.
(I used to be a morning person, but COVID changed that).
I love this guy and he works his butt off on making amazing videos so I sponsored this video he made about the* cure for cancer**.
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Pow Wow Samurai? What in the…
Drinks his coffee black, prefers a solid styrofoam cup every time.
You haven’t really lived until you left one meeting to get a tooth filled, opted against having a lidocaine injection because it would take too much time, then raced home so you could work on that grant some more before your next call.
Lolsob. This is not living. Also: ow.
I have no idea.
One of my biggest fears is that our international allies believe American citizens are complicit- that the news has been suppressed and the images of the gigantic anti-Trump demonstrations aren’t making it out of the US borders.
We need our allies to intervene. This is untenable.
I have been living with Long COVID for nearly 6 years now. 6 years of watching my friends, family, and peers go about their lives while I wait for something to change. 6 years of hoping for an answer. I am a pretty patient person, but today?
Today it sucks.
It is really hard to imagine how we can make this better. I keep thinking, “but… Obama! This is the same populace that elected Obama!”
Change will happen. The pendulum will swing.
Meh, it’s okay. I misspoke, someone was unforgiving. I backed out of the discussion. I don’t need to be part of that person’s heat.
It seems so unfair that the world our young adults know is so uncertain. They see such a different future than I envisioned for them. I never could have imagined they would experience a global pandemic, a dictator’s rise to power, and authoritarian rule in their young lives. Oh, and climate change.
People are mean, life goes on.
(I think the video is AI or fabricated. Not debating the actual fire, that is established fact.)
I saw a stand up comedian the other night. He got big applause when he announced he is newly engaged. Then he said they are considering the parent thing. Not so much with the clapping.
I don’t know if I would want to have kids today. The world is not feeling very safe right now. Nope nope nope
I’m from the desert. I’ll have you know, I thought hammerhead sharks were made up fakers.
On the flip side, horny toads are sacred and I will fight you to the death to protect their honor. Amazing little creatures that deserve all the love.
Child truths from me.
Hi. Just a little heads up on a language issue:
Impatient- not able to wait, restless. “Jolitah was impatient after waiting to see her doctor for 8 hours at the IHS clinic.
Inpatient- a hospitalized person. “Jolitah’s infection required her to spend a week inpatient on IV antibiotics.”
Ok, this may sound crazy but hear me out.
Ira Glass is the human Kermit the Frog.
🤯
Just let that soak in.
I learned such a powerful lesson that day- I learned that I could do more than I believed I could, especially when I have the courage to share my fears. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to feel like you will give up, but make sure you let others know so they can lift you up.
When I shared my weakness, others gave me strength. When I became vulnerable, others gave me courage.
Just a few minutes later, my baby was born. He was healthy and perfect. He still is, 21 years later.
Instantly, the team jumped into action. They didn’t judge me at all, instead their cheers grew louder. They got out a mirror so I could see my baby as he was crowning. Their coaching was more instructive and directed. Somebody grabbed my hand, which gave me more strength.
So I said that. I told the team, “I don’t think I can do this.” In my mind it was a moment of shameful vulnerability, but I had to give voice to what was in my brain before it stopped me from birthing this baby.
I remember this so vividly- there was this moment where I thought, oh crap. This is too much. I can’t do this. I am scared and I just don’t have the energy and strength to get through this. The pain is just too much and I am beat.
Everything progressed smoothly and it comes time to push. I push for about an hour and the baby is slowly making his way out, but I was getting really worn out. The pain was really intense and I had been doing my best but it was so hard.
I keep thinking about this moment when my first child was born. Picture this- it is 2004, my husband and I show up to the hospital after a long night of laboring at home. Our doula was with us, and I was hellbent on having an unmedicated birth.
