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pizza-soup · 3 years

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Sorry I've been missing in action.

Long story short I got very injured at the labs, but I've been making a fast recovery. For the more detailed, graphic version, you can read below. Warning: Mention of hospital, blood, car accident.

As I mentioned, I got really injured at work beginning on February 21 at around 9 PM. It was during a routine check at some of the sites, one in particular needed our higher clearance because there had been a breach at a fence that past week, so I, and two other guards went to check out any tampering of the fence again. They say it might be vandals but a lot of them say it was some kind of large animal. The road to those sites are a single path through the woods, lit with a few lights, no curves, just a flat road with a hill on one side. It hadn't snowed that week either, so no fear of ice or anything. It was just a routine jeep trek.

It happened so fast. Our vehicle was knocked over, I'm not even sure how, but we were rolling in the dark down a hill, hitting trees. I remember the shouting, holding fast, and the glass. I remember crawling toward a tree and trying to sit up against it or maybe I was put there by the other guard, Dolores, I remember her telling me to stay awake. I asked her if I was dreaming. It didn't feel real. I asked what was happening to me because I couldn't move right, everything felt so slow and muffled. I passed out by the time they got us into the medical ward. I don't remember them putting me in a gown or putting in an IV. I woke up later, I buzzed the call button out of fear and pain. My whole left side was throbbing. A nurse was relieved I finally came to. She gave me pain meds and called the doctor in.

I was told there had been an accident, that much I already knew, but no one was killed, just injured. I lost a lot of blood, my uniform was soaked in it and they had to cut it off me. Part of the metal from the door frame folded in and pieced my left shoulder and I had minor cuts on my hands and arms from the glass. My blood pressure dropped so low they were scared my heart might've stopped. I was given blood, hooked up to a lot of things and I would have to stay under watch for a few days. There was a lot of tests they needed to do to figure out just how bad my injuries were.

For the next few days I was just sleeping, I couldn't sit up without feeling dizzy. I had to lay semi flat, my blood pressure was still very low. My left side was still throbbing and the stitches itched. A lot of bruises developed from being tossed around like I was, mostly on my arms because I was shielding my face and head. My minor glass cuts stung while batheing. Nurses came in every few hours to check my vitals, help me use the restroom, shower, help me eat, ect. I got so tired from the smallest things. I couldn't call anyone, my phone was in my locker. I finally got someone to help me call my brother to tell him what happened. My brother was naturally scared, he thought something happened to me and he was sad to know he was right. He wanted to see me, but he couldn't, I was in the medical ward on lab property. He wanted to call our mom to tell her but I told him to wait, there was a possibility that I might be transferred to a local hospital where they can visit me, and I didn't want her panicking and trying to drive up here in bad weather. It's best she waited til things cleared up.

After the first week I was transferred to a local hospital after getting a bunch of tests done. No brain trauma, no broken bones, no blood sugar issues or thyroid problems. I could sit up in bed by then and eat on my own. I still couldn't walk very well without feeling really dizzy, again, low blood pressure. A lot of minor bruises were fading away. I never had my anemia officially confirmed, but they confirmed it and had me take daily iron and placed on a blood building diet in the new hospital. I was tested for covid, I came out clear.

My brother and mom visited me daily, and the other doctor said I was recovering really quickly, that gave us a lot of hope. I could be out of there by a few days, though my blood pressure was worrying her. Seems it wasn't so much the blood loss, but that it might have been an underlying condition already linked to my untreated anemia. She would get the in-house dietitian to include a bit more natural sea salt to my iron rich diet, as well as tell me what I should eat at home and that I need to drink a lot more water than I normally did. This is a problem I've had for awhile, I forget to drink enough water. The doctor warned me I better remedy that immediately especially with low BP. My mom was already taking notes. She really wanted to just take me home already. I really liked her being there, I'm not that shy about my body, but I honestly felt better having my mom bathe me and comb my hair instead of strangers doing that. She was also a lot more gentle around my stitches and bruises.

Eventually I did come home, I still needed a lot of rest and help getting out of bed. I had to fight the urge to clean house, help with groceries, ect. I'm so used to being self sufficient. I felt so frustrated that just walking around the room would tire me out, when I'd hike for miles just a few months ago. I was tired of sleeping and sitting down. But there wasn't much else I could do. I did a lot of origami, my bro got me a coloring book, I watched a lot of movies, took my iron -which is nasty btw-, ate meals that were saltier than I normally would prepare but my taste buds would have to adjust. I was happy my new diet included a lot of fish though.

I did have some close calls. I really thought I could stand up in the shower instead of sitting, and wound up calling for my mom to help me up after collapsing. I collapsed again when I was trying to cook dinner for myself. My face, according to my mom, was drained of color and my breathing was shallow. I felt so dizzy and nauseated. She nearly wanted to call the hospital again. My bro said I was pushing myself too hard and I always had a problem with not asking for help. That I needed to learn to stop being so damn stubborn and rest. To anyone else, that sounds harsh, but he knows me way too well, probably better than our mom. I do have that problem, I do push myself too much. After that, I decided to be more patient with myself. I was sick and might be sick for awhile.

This week I'm doing a lot better. I can do my daily things now, I even went to get groceries and take a little walk to the river. But I can't over do it, I can't stand up or walk for too long, and I can't lift anything heavy, otherwise I get bouts of dizziness and need to sit down. The pain isn't as bad on my back anymore though it's still very sore, my arms, especially my left side, have a dull pain. I can't sleep on my back and left side, only my right and on my stomach. A lot of the cuts on the back of my arms and hands have scabbed over, minor bruises are gone but major ones on my shoulder and neck are still pretty dark and tender. I'm still finding glue spots on my chest and stomach from the medical tape and the EKG patches they put on me, but a bit of lotion is taking it off. My stitching, according to my mom, is definitely going to leave a pretty bad scar above my shoulder blade, but it's fine. My body has a lot of scars here and there from close calls, but I consider them ' Marks of Life'. They're proof I survived and thrived.

It'll take time for me to really feel like I'm back to normal. My mom refuses to go back home until I make a full recovery. She hasn't tended to me like this for a long time, mainly because I rarely get sick. I trait from my dad's side. We don't get colds or flus for years, no history of cancer, heart issues or diabetes, and his family usually remain active to their elderly years, not to mention our graceful aging. My dad used to say it was our native blood, we're just built tougher. The only thing that could kill us is getting injured like this. God, he'd be so worried about me though. I remember how he'd fuss over me when I skinned my knee as a child or got my allergies. If he was alive, he'd probably refuse to let me do anything out of bed, but then that's exactly what I should be doing anyway.

I got a report on the other guards health yesterday. Dolores and Elijah. She was the least hurt out of all of us, just a dislocated arm, mild whiplash, and some really bad glass cuts on her chest and arms, she's home recovering with her husband and kids. Elijah was the driver and got knocked unconscious with a bad concussion, his entire left arm was sliced by glass and metal, he lost a lot of blood like me and is recovering just as slow as I am. He opted to stay in the lab medical ward because he doubts his roommate can care for him at home, he's on a lot of pain meds, so he sounded distant on the phone. I think out of all of us, he's going to take the most time to recover. I told him I'd pray for him and if he wants, I can visit. He appreciated that a lot. I thanked Dolores for helping us that night, she was the one trying her best to keep us alive and sent the distress signal on our ARK devices so they could find us in the dark. Without her, I think we would've bled to death.

God, it feels like a distant nightmare. I still can't figure out how we were knocked off the road like that. Something hit us out there and it was strong. I felt the impact in the backseat, but I didn't see it. Dolores says it looked like a bear, but bears aren't that strong. Eli says he saw horns, so maybe a bison. Bison are that strong, especially against a little jeep. The incident is still under investigation. The lab is also very concerned about how this happened. It's possible the same thing that hit us, has been tampering with the fence.

One less thing to worry about is the hospital bill, the accident happened on lab grounds, everything is taken care of through them, probably because they don't want to get sued. They are giving us another two weeks before we report back in to the doctor for another round of tests and physical tests, as well as check to see if my stitches were still secure. Our return to work solely depends on our results, we may not be able to come back until late April. They really want to be sure we're okay. Because I'm an 'Ophanim' aka Tier 3 guard, I'll also be given a mental test before being hooked back into Selene. They just want to be sure there's no cognition issues and I can sync properly to her. I may have to do a refresher since I've been away for so long, but I'll worry about that when it comes.

Well, if you read this far, thanks. I hope I didn't scare you all too much. I am doing a lot a better though, I promise. I'm getting stronger everyday, though activity on this blog will be slow. Send me some prayers, good vibes, whatever. I'd really appreciate anything. Hope you've had a good month, better than mine hopefully.

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mrsalenko · 3 years

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work was real busy overnight. silly events of rural hospital below. it’s just me and an rn overnight.

like first one was kinda stupid.

had too many wines at the club and husband was concerned for some reason so called ambulance so drunk woman got five hour sleep overnight in our ed for reasons i guess.

we didn’t even bother waking dr on phone because the patient flow lady -

(on weekends we work through a telephone service that connects us to drs on the phone, because all our drs don’t work weekends. which means we get orders on phone and no physical support or on site dr. even if someone comes in dead, your only options are to call for assistance from the ambulance service and pray)

- was like ‘yeah nah’ and we were like ‘yeah nah.’ she got babied a bit and given fluids. completely unecessary in a well woman in my opinion. the ambos in that town jump the gun so badly and treat such minor things like emergencies. plus this local ambo was real bitchy overnight, fighting with evening shift was what we started the night talking about. she was being inappropriate with patients and pain relief and the evening rn was annoyed and so was i when i listened to the story. then she came to us with bad attitude. i never liked her tho, so.

fran was like to her ‘oh don’t worry. i can cannulate her and do the fluids. you don’t need to.’

the woman didn’t even really need a cannula.

like the patient is in our ed now. fuck off and go away, your job is done. you’re the chauffeur in this case.

but she goes and cannulates her despite fran saying that, and said ‘oh hartmann’s would be good. i’ll hang fluids.’

and fran was like ‘ahh hartmann’s...’ like we were like no probably not. overkill. she’s just drunk. normal saline would be more than sufficient.

but she’s got the bag and fran is like ‘no no. sam can do that. sam can you hang the line and get it going at 100ml/hr?’

and i shrugged and was like ‘sure’ and did it. but i was like, ambos don’t understand we need a dr’s order for the hartmanns because it has extra stuff like electrolytes and glucose and it’s just not needed often for minor stuff

so fran just sighed and the ambos finally left. we just said in the notes the ambos did it to save dramas.

then as we just turfed her five hours later a really sick lady came in.

temp was 39.8 which is the most febrile i’ve personally seen someone and her potassium was low. i’ve seen this lady before and it’s like she doesn’t take her potassium meds or something because it’s always low. and she was quite irrationally angry at us for doing stuff to her? like i was doing the ecg and she was like ‘ow!’ when i barely touched her to feel her ribs and find the 4th intercostal space.

and i was like ‘uhhh? okay sorry honey but i’m just trying to feel. i guess i can try and estimate without touching too much.’ and she’s laying there moaning and i’m like ‘are you in pain?’ and she’s like ‘no.’ and i was like um okay. wiping vomit off her shirt and she says ‘ow’ and is like mad at me. okay.

then she’s like ‘i’m not going to canberra! i hate it there! we have the kids visiting!’

and i’m like ‘yeah but you’re quite unwell and the dr will want you to. and we have to do what we have to do, don’t we?’

and i felt like saying, but darling, do you want to die when your kids are down and really ruin your gathering? or do you want to go to canberra and live? i don’t think there’s a great ambiguity in choice here.

we treated her as septic because she was meeting criteria, low oxygen sats, lactate of 2.59 which is under the criteria but still raised, febrile as fuck. so his was at 6 and my shift finished at 7 but i left at 8:45 trying to help morning shift and fran.

we gave her chlorvescent tablets for potassium replacement, stat bag of fluids, they were mixing up antibiotics once we got help, we did bloods and cultures, i tested the blood for some results, gave oxygen although her sats didn’t seem to worry her and i’m not convinced they’re not normal for her. but anyway. and she was in the covid isolation room just in case, because we stick everyone with a fever in there.

her ecg was a mess apparently, i don’t know because i can’t effectively read them, but it did say some worrying things at the top, but she has a massive cardiac history so nothing terribly new i don’t think. plus her troponin was 0.44 when it’s supposed to be zero so i don’t know if the heart damage is new or chronic.

i’ve seen her so many times on night duty. it’s always that time in morning. if dr jenny was there it would have been easier but always on weekend of course these things happen. the patient throws the biggest stink about the potassium replacement drink and it always confuses me. hold your nose and throw it back or i guess risk dying??

my face is like ?? every time. it’s like we’re inconveniencing her trying to save her life lol.

i also felt bad because one of my mum!friends was on in morning and she was worked up and anxious so she came across as abrupt an accusatory as she tends to do. she was like ‘so and so was soaking wet!’

and i was like ?? ‘well she’s one of the few we had time to change twice so i don’t know why. i’m sorry the ambos came as we were just changing pads so we’re only changed two people. i can stay back and help you.’

and they were like ‘no no! you’ve done enough, no problem go home.’

and i was like well don’t make it sound like one of the few people we had time to do twice wasn’t done at all because she was.

the ambos came just as we gave the 0600 medication and started changing overnight pads. we had two people changed and 3 more to go. i can’t help it if emergencies take precedence in care from someone being a bit wet. still felt weirdly bad. it’s weird that even when someone comes to your ed really unwell we still have 12 permanent old people to worry about. number 6 was screaming all night (she’s fine, just behavioral and agitated) and the man in 8 yelled back at which a) he knows it doesn’t help b) knows it just adds to the noise c) she can’t hear him or take notice of him anyway d) refuses to have his door shut.

i can only do so much, mates.

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h2omyeon · 4 years

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You Were Beautiful (KJM x Reader)

Summary: You had been in love with your classmate Kim Junmyeon for the last year and a half. You finally find the guts to tell him the truth about how you feel, but at the wrong time. (PS: Chanyeol makes a cameo in this story and Junmyeon is an Art History major!)

Pairing: Junmyeon x Female Reader

Tags: College Student Junmyeon, Art Hoe Junmyeon, bittersweet stuff

Warnings: Mentions of suicide towards the end of the story (not in this chapter)

Word Count (in total): 8.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first ever story I wrote and published on here. Feel free to leave comments and I will try to publish each chapter weekly! This story is based off of a combination of dreams that I had which included people who weren’t Junmyeon and Junmyeon himself during the beginning of this whole COVID pandemic (AKA: when things began to fall apart). Like the world that I was living in at that time, this story/dream is just as (I hope to believe) chaotic. I also apologize if there are a ton of plot holes in the story because it was based on a dream and I could not think of any filler parts. Enjoy!- PS

(Read part 1/prologue here!)

Chapter 1: Duty Calls

You realized that these days of happiness and fun wouldn’t last forever, but you wished they did. Senior year was a hectic one for the two of you; you were busy preparing for the initial teaching certification test you planned to obtain in adolescent English, while Junmyeon was finalizing his undergrad thesis on nature and stability in some Impressionist paintings. One spring Saturday afternoon during the final semester, he had come over to your house for your help in editing his paper. You two began to discuss the paper and the discussion of future plans after graduation were brought up; in the past he had applied for fellowships and internships, which he excitedly told you and your friends. However, for the first time since you had met him, his usually joyful face turned into a somber one, as if someone had died.

“What happened? You’ve been down for a while,” You asked with concern. Junmyeon was trying not to look up from his paper, fiddling with his fingers. There was a brief silence; you took a sip of the glass of water on the table.

Junmyeon looked up from his paper and cleared his throat. “I have something to tell you, Y/N.” He sounded nervous for the first time since you had met him.

You thought about how you wanted to confess to him that you had fallen in love with him, but by the looks of his face, what he had to say was more serious than something as trivial as confessing a crush.

“Go ahead,” you suggested, looking away from your computer. “I’m listening.”

“My father called me a few days ago saying I was selected to enlist early in the military in Korea,” he began.

“I remember you talking about it a while ago. You told me most people were in their mid 20s when they enlisted,” you replied. Junmyeon was only 22, that was so young, you thought.

“He told me a lottery had been done and my name was selected. Even he had protested, stating that I was too young but there was nothing neither he nor the base could do,” he explained. “I was upset at first, but I realized that I needed to serve my country first before I can focus on my future. I know it’s two years, but that’s not much compared to the four years that we are doing for a piece of paper. My enlistment date is June 3rd, so I have to be-”

“Back in Korea before then.” you interrupted. He gave you a look of bittersweet sincerity. You looked back at him and a silence built between the two of you. You were surprised; he had been applying for fellowships and curator assistant positions, as well as graduate school since he had initially planned to stay with his aunt for the next few years.

You didn’t know how to handle the news; June 3rd was two weeks after graduation. You began to remember Mr and Mrs Kim crying a few weeks back while Junmyeon was out; now you knew why they were crying that night when you and your parents went to visit them. You were both silent for the first time.

“Exactly. Unfortunately, I don’t know if I’ll ever come back to New York after my service because I want to work for my dad before I get the money to continue my art degree in France,” he added.

“What about all the positions and graduate schools that you applied for?” you asked.

“I forfeited my applications,” he replied sadly. He looked like he was going to cry when you went to console him. You gave him a hug and let go of that embrace.

“I’m so sorry, I wish I could help. Have you told anyone else besides me?”

“Yes, even Angela knew. Now you won’t have a museum buddy anymore,” he stated somberly.

“That’s okay. Duty calls and besides I have Angela. She likes anything,” you continued. You both began to laugh.

“True. She’s really something else. I always liked her. She was so weird, but a good weird,” he professed. “Anyways, are you excited for graduation?” he asked, changing the topic and overall mood of the situation.

“Hell yeah!” You exclaimed. “No more rats in the library, and no more crazy crowds. By rats I mean both the animal and the pretentious pre med students.”

Junmyeon gave a heavy chuckle. “I’ll miss you and your unintentional humor.”

“I’m not funny,” you snapped back.

“I beg to differ.” he responded.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. He then began to look at you deeply with a smile while he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. What the hell? You thought. You wanted to push him away, but you couldn’t. “It was bothering me,” he confessed. “I hope you weren’t bothered by me doing that.”

You weren’t at all; you turned slightly red, which he didn’t notice. You went back to your work area initially planning on finishing the English essay you had to write, but the two of you began to talk about the new Yoko Ono exhibition at the MoMa that you wanted to see the following weekend.

Part 3

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samsterham · 4 years

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The Fuckening, Entry # 1

Despite the novel covid-19 being around for a pretty hot minute now, I have only been self-quarantined about 6 days. There have been several confirmed cases in my county, and today the county had it’s first death.

If it’s not apparent by the title, I’ve decided to officially from here on out refer to this entire debacle as The Fuckening. I will swear. A lot.

I figure it might be somehow lucrative to record my experiences throughout the pandemic, at least as it is pertinent to my country & area. Aside from broader, more public events, it might be interesting to someday look back on my day to day & how we dealt & felt & what we did. I should have been keeping a diary of my life anyway & had intended to despite never making it a priority. Now is as good a time as any.

Anyhow, I anticipate this being a rather disjointed project, variable in moods, topics, formats, etc. & rife with grammatical errors. I haven’t decided how revealing of my identity & location I would like to be, I suppose that’s something I’ll decide as I go. All I’ll reveal for the moment is I live in the U.S. in Pennsylvania.

Recapping what I can right now:

I’m in about day 6 of self-quarantine. All schools have cancelled regular classes and have gone exclusively online, as has happened pretty much everywhere else. My community college also followed suit along with probably every college & university at this point. I’ve had a little over a week off for faculty & staff to prepare for the shift. Class resumes this upcoming wednesday online for the rest of the semester. Curious to how they’re going to structure & grade our biology lab credits.

Bars & restaurants have been state-mandated to shut down except for take-out. Now the liquor stores have shut down as well. Somehow the beer distributor down the street is still open however...

Me & K (boyfriend) haven’t gone nuts with preparations, but we did have 1 significant shopping trip before the state officially began recommending social distancing. We got enough non-perishables for several weeks. We’ve made a couple mini trips for things like milk & fresh veggies.

I also have a few immunocompromised friends who I’ve gone shopping for. I expect to continue doing so as needed. One such friend has a bitch of a rare disease which is frankly on the verge of killing her if she sneezes or coughs too hard. There is so, so much more to it than that, than I dare go into here for privacy reasons but I have spent the last month as one of her actual medical advocates. She is partly the reason I would like to focus my education and eventual clinical research on rare diseases such as hers. Anyhow, despite it being flat out unsafe, she was discharged from the hospital yesterday as my city prepares to get slammed with covid-19 cases.

Both my cats got a stomach bug just 2 days into self-quarantine. It began with Crowley puking, then what looked like bloody emesis & trip to the emergency vet. Sent home with stomach meds & instructions for supportive care before jumping into more than basic testing. He was fine within 36 hours, just in time for Aziraphale to become a little vom-bomb. This lasted for 3 days, with many debates as to when we should finally get her poor little fuzz butt medical attention. She thankfully healed on her own, just as I was about to break down & take her to the vet.

Not to make light of the fact that they were sick, but Zira’s throw-up noise is THE FUNNIEST sound I’ve ever heard in my life. It begins with that usual choppy but also deep guttural *hork hork hork* followed by a very abrupt & very loud scream “rrRAAHH!” as things made their way up & out. I couldn’t help but kinda lose my shit as I pet her & cleaned up the mess. I’m probably going to hell for this.

Me & K have enjoyed spending more time together during quarantine. We have only had 3 friends over since, all being of our regular weekly crew of Sarah, Greg, & Amanda, & all of who are otherwise self-quarantined. Sarah & Amanda came over last Saturday, Sarah made “Quarantinis,” a goddamn delicious cocktail of vodka, lemon, honey, & crystalized ginger. Us girls & K got quaran-trashed, ate dinner together, played Cards Against Humanity, & watched Waking Ned Devine.

We have been making the FUCK outta some food. This is easily the healthiest we’ve eaten in a long time. Thank God we both can cook.

The weather has been fairly forgiving & the two of us have made efforts to get outside as much as possible while it’s nice. K works from home with some good flexibility & I was fired about a month before corona shit hit the fan. We’re enjoying the local parklette & the humongous cemetery in walking distance from us.

Yesterday was mostly blustery & rainy, save for a 2 hour break in the weather where it was sunny and around 70 degrees. We trekked through said cemetery. As we were on our way out, we rounded the bend of one of the long paths, along the side of a large grassy hill. From that initial perspective of the hill, there was a large pile of indiscernible objects about halfway up the hill. As we came around, we noticed the pile was next to a grave very freshly covered in dirt. Upon closer inspection it became apparent that the “pile” was actually a man wrapped in blankets, with one arm stretched over the dirt of the grave. On the road at the bottom of the hill was what I assumed to be his car. I don’t know who he was, I don’t know who he lost, but they’re burned into my memory forever. It was one of those sights that breaks your entire heart. I cried a little & held K’s hand a little tighter as we made our way toward the gate. K kissed the top of my head & gave me a loving squeeze.

I didn’t get fired over anything serious; my chronic migraines plus a personal failure to obtain intermittent FMLA in a timely manner resulted in termination. My bosses didn’t want to let me go, but you can only fight HR of a corporate health system so much. Oh well. I wasn’t happy there anymore anyway. After 3 years I was bored, having trained up as much as possible without my degree. Some toxic personalities made their way onto our floor staff in the last year which made some shifts absolute hell despite my efforts to avoid them & remain utterly professional. Aside from running out of money, I’ve been incredibly relaxed since being let go. I’ve even lost 4 pounds in the last month. My hair is currently a weird ginger-pink, the result of a failed self bleach job, but it’s not entirely embarrassing so I’m going to let it recover before I try it again & go teal.

I never got around to watching Breaking Bad when it was popular, but last night I finally saw the first episode. K has seen it before, it’s one of his favorite tv shows & he’s ecstatic to watch it together. One episode legit got me hooked already. I know the premise of the show & I can’t wait to see how it pans out.

The political fuckery around this has been.... ugh. I wanted to say “staggeringly defunct” but what else is there to be expected from this current administration? I have designed most of my tumblr to be apolitical but that will change with these specific entries. I’m politically outspoken on Facebook & Twitter & I wanted one or two platforms that could just be fun and neutral. My current politics are very leftist, a head-spinning 180 degree turn from my upbringing & early voting habits. The last four years have sent me purposefully, intentionally & determinedly headlong into the progressive movement, feminism, and hunger for democratic socialism. The only conservative thing left about me is my stubborn remaining infatuation with firearms & gratitude for the 2A. Counterintuitively I’m very pro-sensible gun control, but having the discussion with either side of the issue mostly leaves me wanting to knock heads together.

I digress, the administration’s response to the pandemic has been unsurprisingly subpar, yet somehow not as awful as I expected. Trump went from “not a big deal” & “liberal media hoax” to “oh shit, I actually better get my shit together for this” real quick. I don’t know if it’s because it’s an election year or if there’s actually a shred of competency that’s been hiding under the comb-over but I’ll take what we can get from him, including that $1000 check. Getting unemployment has been a bitch. None of this however, changes the fact that Republicans have known about the crisis since December & instead of preparing the public, decided insider trading was a better idea. This doesn’t change the fact that the DOJ is trying to invoke indefinite detention as a “crisis response” and the only thing standing in the way are House Democrats. And it doesn’t change the fact that our hospital system is overloaded & underfunded, and the Republican controlled government would still rather bail out large corporations as we plunge into an inevitable recession.

I’ve spent too much energy fighting ignorant shit sticks on the internet over all this, including people I know in real life. I gotta keep remembering that all I can do is my best, that you can’t change the world but you can make a dent. On that note, I finally introduced K to Danny DeVito’s cinematic masterpiece Death To Smoochy.

Today I finished reading Darker Than Amber by John D. MacDonald. Quick, fun read, definitely a product of it's time.

That’s all I have in me for today. My neck hurts. Sleep sweet and WASH YOUR FILTHY PAWS.

#covid19 #covid_19 #corona virus #coronavirus #quarantine #social distancing #wash your damn hands #diary #journal #the fuckening #the fuckening diary #death to smoochy #pandemic

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