Interesting. My dad always used his ADD as his excuse (“I can’t do that, don’t you know I’m ADD?”), but we were never allowed to have that excuse. My brother was diagnosed, but he still got shit for it. I was diagnosed, but my dad told the doctor (and me) that girls can’t get ADD, so therefore I was just lazy. Took me…

The anxiety was certainly a symptom of mine. Essentially, I had a homemade patchwork of coping mechanisms that were inefficient and sucking my brainpower. I don’t know if the anxiety was caused by the ADD or my coping mechanisms, but they certainly fed into each other and I was an anxious wreck. Eventually, it spilled…

I think that this is a very good point, and I believe that there are a couple of different factors at play right now when it comes to these Holocaust comparisons.

On a flight from NJ to Europe, I briefly chatted to the person sitting next to me before she popped a Benadryl, and she explained that she absolutely loathed take-offs, so the Benadryl would give her a nice nap and she would be good for the rest of the flight. I wished her well, pulled out my book, and she fell…

I stopped believing a while ago, but I attend Easter/Christmas and a few other events for family. Coming from AoG to ELCA was a culture shock and I am more than happy to attend church a few times a year when that church is awesome. I no longer spend the sermons in horror at what is being preached, but instead…

My husband’s family is ELCA from birth and they are faaaar more liberal than other Lutherans and much more than my fundie AoG upbringing. They were offering to perform gay commitment ceremonies long before gay marriage was legalized, they actually help the poor, the community activities are beyond awesome, and I’ve…

My husband is a nurse. In nursing school, which was comprised of around 120 women and 5 men (including my husband), a Professor actually spoke to them about what she called the “glass escalator” for male nurses. In other words, they were going to get jobs faster, promoted faster, more money, and they’d better not be…

Yes! Same for me. My boobs feel like they need some kind of support, but not needing massive support. I mostly live in wireless bras, because whenever I put on a bra that has any type of wire or major support, I suddenly have massive, awkward, uncomfortable torpedoes. Great for fancy nights, not so great for a basic…

Also, nobody ever warned me about those damn fetal monitors. Yes, they are just disks on your stomach. But I had ninja child. Ninja child LOVED those disks as kicking targets. Ninja child saw anything on the stomach as a kicking target. So I was in the full throes of labor with a failed epidural, and in so much pain,…

I had been warned not to expect a water-breaking gushing from the start. My mom told me that her water never broke, my grandma’s never broke, etc. Labor, to them, had been this weird thing of feeling weird, getting to the hospital, and having a baby really, really freaking fast.

I was never shy about not 100% enjoying every single moment of pregnancy or parenting. Some things sucked. Some things were excellent. I made both points very clear to my friends who got pregnant after I did, and I tried my hardest not to scare them or make it seem like magical unicorn farts. Years later, I found out…

My nurse husband said this: the more ripe a banana is, the more it has a laxative effect. The less ripe, the more constipating it is. He assumes that smooshed/smoothied bananas would fall into the more ripe category.

To be completely fair, opioid constipation is no joke at all. I had a point in time where I injured my back and the ibuprofen I was taking was causing stomach bleeding. So my doc gave me a short-term course of opioids while I waited for my insurance to approve PT, about a week and a half, enough to take once in the…

They don’t even know what they’re supposed to be outrage amateur policing anymore.

Yeah, this is one of those situations where, if one really does care about the owners eating meat, the answer should be, “I guess I just won’t eat there anymore and perhaps send an email out to tell them why,” rather than, “Let me send death threats because they are not conforming to my worldview anymore!”

I still remember my last severe gallbladder attack. New Years Day, 2am. I was pregnant, and my husband rushed me to the hospital because we thought I was in premature labor. Within 10 minutes, the L&D staff knew I wasn’t in labor, but they had no idea what was wrong. The nurse initially thought that it was maybe gas,…

Woooow. My grandpa held better seders than that, and he was (as far as I know) a non-practicing but former Orthodox, fearful of holocaust #2 so kinda lived in secrecy, married to a Catholic German, Jewish man from the old country.

That’s fine, I get those days too.

Yeah, that was kind of the point of that statement. The flu kills. Sometimes you catch it once, and never get it again because you’re dead from it. Once is enough to kill you.

Bingo. A young (like, preschooler age) relative of mine caught the flu once. Died in his sleep less than 24 hours later. You don’t fuck with the flu. He never caught the flu again, and the rest of us religiously get a flu shot.