This has been my theology, for lack of a better word, through this whole year+. I did a similar thing and sent it around to everyone as a reminder. Problem is his mother sees herself in the center ring with him. Despite the fact she’s not dying.

I had to tell his mother if she didn’t stop she was leaving my house.

We’re doing in home hospice, because after a year of hospitals and offices, he just wants to be at home. So Buster is here, being a helper dog, keeping watch, giving snuggles. He knows something is up, but isn’t sure what.

My husband entered hospice this week. As helpful as they are, it is also overwhelming. So many people, so many moving parts. So many medicines with the idea of helping, but which seemingly just serve to take away his person and leave his body.

From my memory (this was...lots of years ago), I feel the guy just really really embraced the patriarchy. Like when he has children he’s going to make them go to purity balls and take those horrifying staged photos where it looks like the 8 year olds are marrying their fathers.

I had it as a reaction to stress a couple nights ago and I just laid on the floor and writhed. I couldn’t even get into bed because the quilt felt like fire.

Nah, not an allergic reaction, I’ve had it all my life to any kind of significant bodily stress (high fever, the flu, sheer exhaustion). My dad does it too. It is a very unique sort of horrible, but not an allergic reaction sort of horrible.

That’s my first ‘tip off’ that I have the flu. That every square inch of my skin is SCREAMING in pain.

It was mostly a group of what I figure were family/friend shamed, possibly assaulted and blamed themselves, women. One guy. Talking about the safety and protection of saving yourself for marriage and the purity of being treated like a porcelain doll, with care.

What, they don’t have the ‘if you have sex you’ll get AIDS and get pregnant and DIE’ classes out there?

There was a pretty in depth article about his missing years recently. He had a bad break with his wife and was terrible with his money. But he also apparently has rubbish agents.

I mean, I spooked them. I used to work at a place with LOTS of deer and came up the hill to the meadow surrounded parking lot at the end of a late December day, and they were all up there, nomming away. They hear me, all look up with their light bulb eyes and dart like cockroaches. One just decided to bolt into my…

Starbucks produces a lot of ‘extra’ drinks that a basic coffee stand might not. I’m thinking about the one at the Grand Canyon, that had your basic coffee/espresso options but none of the breakfast sandwiches, bakery snacks, frozen drinks etc. So, you limit it on the frappachino front at minimum.

I don’t know, that deer that ran into my parked car caused me some emotional and physical damages...

My husband’s aunt, who is susceptible to every scheme of this sort, sold these. They are...kind of flimsy? For how freakin’ much they cost. His sister still has one and it doesn’t serve much of a purpose because it’s too porous to put anything food like in, but too large to set on a table or whatever. Unless it’s for…

Oh my god, I thought the same! I was like ‘oh, that’s terrifying, she looks like Ivanka’

I was wondering where that was.

I was actually convinced that the author had put in the wrong quotation in copy/paste. That it was a mistake and an actual bad comment about rape was to follow that statement.

Thanks. It was going well for about a month. He was increasing in strength, more energy, getting into a grove. And then it just started sliding downhill right before chistmas

Septoplasty, turbinate reduction, ‘general clearing of sinuses’. My ENT described the sinuses of sort of having a honey comb like structure inside of them, and that got cleared out of at least my maxillary sinuses, if not more (I knew the specifics at the time. I practically had my chart memorized).