Tuesday, May 29, 2018

European Union disclaimer to the best of my ability

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This blog uses Intense Debate to deliver comments to my email inbox. This is what the email looks like when I see it:

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It does NOT tell me what website you've come from (sadly, because that would make reply commenting SO MUCH EASIER). I'm fairly certain the email it shows me is whatever you personally write in there, but I honestly don't know.

I read the emails. Sometimes reply, as it turns it into a reply comment on my blog, and then I delete them. I don't keep your email address or any of that. I do use gmail, so however Google "deletes" deleted emails is how it gets deleted. (Please don't go all "Hillary Clinton debate" about this on me, because I'm not qualified to answer questions about what or how deletion works.)

I'm not personally keeping your information. I don't think anything on this blog does, but I have no idea how BlogLovin' or Intense Debate works. If you feel the services may be an issue, it's okay to not leave me comments, or even to not visit. I won't take it personally.

Peace.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Society is not ready to discuss the fate of the unborn or their parents

This is a political post.

I'm not really on either side of the "pro" argument. I don't think my country is ready to have such a discussion. Anywhere and anyone that is unable to address the majority of causes of a problem is NOT ready to discuss the only current make-shift bandage that exists. Also, medical decisions are between medical providers and their patients  (or authorized representative); not government officials and protestors.

Clean up the REASONS before discussing it. Yes, some women may still make the decision. Outlawing it won't change that. But solving the worries that often lead to such a choice will SIGNIFICANTLY REDUCE the number of times a certain medical procedure is needed.


Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Reflection on #AtoZchallenge 2018

#AtoZchallenge 2018


View from my hospital room
Mirror selfie from hospital







This post might be a bit depressing. The challenge ended, and I managed all the posts. HOWEVER, I landed in the hospital by May 3, and was there for a few days. Yeah, I had a great view (once they found me a room... I spent the first night in the Emergency Room because there were no beds -- in a hospital with four wings and nine floors, there wasn't a telemetry bed). I am home now.


beta blockers and depression

After the hospital stay, I was put on meds with "beta blockers." I've looked this up on the Internet, as well as discussing it with one of my doctors, and apparently I'm not alone in feeling depressed when taking these. Like I can't ignite my fire, can't find my passion, feel dead inside.

Which is why I hadn't written my reflection post.

Or done more commenting, as I had intended to do. (I wasn't doing so well before I went to the hospital, so that also put a kink in things.)

I feel like I'm behind on my goals. But hey, I'm writing this post now. And I took the survey. So one day at a time, right? First step in a journey or some quote for motivation and inspiration. I also can't keep a damn thought in my freaking head.

#atozchallenge survivor 2018

Only A to Z could use this word for me. Okay, I guess technically the hospital could too, since my blood pressure might have been above a lethal number. (Might, because I recently learned that the automatic cuffs tend to be off by 60 to 90 points on my top number, and that's what they used.) But I managed all of my posts, so that's something.

reflections #atozchallenge

I spent the month of April writing about coffee, comparing different ones based on my flavor profile. The doctors now say I'm limited to ONE cup of caffeine a day. "It could be worse."

Yeah, it could. But add in the drugs that make me feel like a Dementor has moved into my body, plus less caffeine, and I'm not doing so great. Sorry. 

I can't think anymore thoughts, so I'm going to stop typing now.