Ice cream seems like the only reasonable option.
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Added in some zero sugar root beer (you know, for balance), got a decent float.
Oh, Dana. When you already have a horrible debilitating headache, the last thing you need is the giant pain in the ass of our medical system. I hope it’s gone away by the time you read this.
Sarameg, I’m surprised I haven’t heard that pretty song before.
It did fortunately make a big difference overnight. Today I have the fun flush on my face side effect, but I can work with that.
Ugh Dana that sucks.
Floats are good. Flushes, at least cope-able.
That song has held different resonances over the years since the ‘90s for me.
Holds up now, for many reasons here & elsewhere.
In my email this morning was an article by the NYT how a racist instagram account tore apart a California high school.
Imagine my surprise to find it was Emmett's old high school in Albany! And a mere three years after he graduated. A very fucked up situation.
We're in a weird space. JZ is ready to go. But her body isn't. It's slow and you just have to let things happen at their own pace. She's cognitively impaired, can barely talk, is frustrated and bored and angry. She's still recognizably herself in there but her body is shutting down. But it's taking its sweet time about it.
It's hard to watch her in that space. Trying to let her sleep as much as possible and hope her body starts to let go.
I remember when Charlie was comatose and clearly ready to go. It was really hard to be in that seemingly endless space before the full letting go. Still, I was so thankful to make it home from Iceland in time to have several days to hold his hand.
Jacqueline messaged me daily that week, letting me know she loved me. She was always there for her friends.
I am so sorry for you and JZ. Sometimes bodies just want to endure. I know it is awful because she is beyond ready to move on and you don't want her to suffer. My heart is with you.
It turns out I remembered the phrase wrong - they say “our arms are not tired.”
I like “wings” better. Especially because it includes our non-huggers. 😊