I just got off the phone with my mom. My almost 80yo aunt could lose her foot. She has plaque build up and high blood pressure and pre diabetes. None of her 3 children stepped in before this point.
This is just reminder that our choices don’t guarantee our fate. 2/2
Writing this more for myself than anyone. It’s Friday evening and I’m settled on the couch with my dog, a cocktail, faerie smut, and the new TS album on repeat. People say being child free is fun now but who’s going to take care when I’m older? 1/2
Me: Can I move this table?
Microsoft Word: Yes. I've also altered your margins, converted all "a" to $, printed page 4, and hidden one of your shoes. Is there anything else I can help you with?
One of the cool things about having depression AND anxiety is that you can hyperfixate and overanalyze things like the inevitable deaths of all your loved ones!
And that’s how I found myself drafting my mothers eulogy while brushing my teeth (my moms not dead) (not even sick)🫠
Giving my standard intro for correct citations to a new crop of research assistants today and they asked what I use. Tell me why I just confidently replied “I’m a @zotero girlie!” 🫠🫠
I just think it would be better for everyone if the people who make adhesive for maxi pads and the people who make adhesive for bookstore price stickers switched jobs