This has got to be the most unhinged thing this POS has done. I don’t know that our country and world will survive it. What do we even do now?
This has got to be the most unhinged thing this POS has done. I don’t know that our country and world will survive it. What do we even do now?
Since being sick, I’ve mostly stayed away from politics and most social media. It’s draining and trying to be a person while the country is falling apart isn’t an easy thing.
But of course I’m me, so I’m not totally in a bubble.
Fuck.
For those who knew Denise (aka eatplaylove on Twitter before it became a cesspool). Sending healing and hope to her family and everyone who loved her.
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I got my car back today, and it's covered in mold and the lowbeams now don't work. It feels like every step forward is a trick to fall backwards. Getting my car detailed and going to try to figure out the rest tomorrow. I've vowed to make it to the beach this week.
I've been out of the care center since Wednesday. It's been learning how to human again. Yesterday, I was just really mad. Today, I cried. It didn't make me feel better.
Finding out an old Twitter friend I lost touch with recently passed away is oddly humbling, given how close I came to not being here. A good reminder after a difficult day.
In case you missed this, it's SUPER rad.
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In which I talk about what's been on my mind lately. Trigger warning: It's not some Wonder Woman shit.
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Part 2 of the series I'm writing about the last 3 weeks of my life:
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My PTs and OT are amazed by my fast progress and so am I. Trusting my body is strong and capable of surprising me has been a journey that I’m grateful to travel.
On January 1st, I could not lift my legs or even sit on the edge of my bed without assistance. I also couldn’t stand or walk with all the assistance. I stood up on January 2nd and sobbed uncontrollably bc I was terrified.
This woman walked (with a walker) for 20 feet today. She also went outside and stood without a walker on an incline while hitting balls to test her balance.
You know what they say—watch out when women put their hair in high ponies. For the first time in my life, I feel like an athlete. And that is my word/theme for 2026. Because I’ve been training my whole life for the last three weeks.
This is part 1 of a few installments since my vision is still bad.
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Still not sure if it’ll come back completely(so keep praying), and I still have to see my eye doctor), but I feel more hopeful than I have since this started. Talking to my therapist of 15 years today helped a lot too.
My eyesight is still awful. But it’s not getting worse. Once my bg got under 200, I started seeing more details (like eyes). As a person who relies on her eyes for absolutely everything, that’s such a relief. 
I’m kicking ass on PT and OT. I might be able to get myself into a wheelchair tomorrow and actually go outside. Being bedbound has been something else. I’m shocked by how strong my body is and how resilient it is. I should know more about their care plan tomorrow.
A quick update…since I can see a tiny bit…
Things are better. I’m in a much better unit that’s way better.
Thank you.
Hi. I’m alive. Literally almost died earlier this week. I’ve been in the ICU. Probably will be here for a few more days. Sickest I’ve ever been.
Merry Christmas.
Adenovirus sucks.
Wash everything. Lysol everything. Stay away from humans.
Related: I haven't been on any meds whatsoever for my ADHD or anxiety since my last major insurance change. I paid out of pocket for my last psych for an entire year, but that was not sustainable. It's not great.
And my body is so pissed at me. I'm having so many symptoms, and it's all directly the result of work-originating anxiety. If anyone knows a decent psych in the Bay Area that doesn't have a year waitlist, I'm all ears.
I'm realizing more and more about how utterly crushing my work is. The stress is constant, and I'm so good at carrying it that I don't realize how beaten down I am until I can pause. This past weekend, I was able to pause.
Why is cold watermelon so damn good? Like it's almost at cheese level.
Be kind to people. It may be all they have to keep going. And you also benefit from the interaction. Nothing is wasted. But don’t cuss out the kid racing to help you.