today, i was reminded that i cannot mental health, journal, therapy or optimize my way out of this pandemic.
we're living through trauma with systems that are letting us down.
"How was work?"
I don't know how to answer this question honestly. I don't think there are words for it, that this is one of the places where language falls short and I'm left grappling instead with heavy, nameless memories.
Our patients are all dead or dying.
There are many ways the Harrison Ford version of THE FUGITIVE feels intensely true to Chicago, but the absolute peak IMO is how the CPD is completely & utterly determined to be wrong (justice, who cares, amirite?) when the real murderer is a corrupt former cop.
First do no harm
If you want to help a cancer patient take her kids to a movie, or clean her kitchen and make a pot of soup, or run some errands for her.
If she lets you in, DO NOT race off and retail the grisly details as gossip. Be human.
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In case you needed proof that companies really will hire a white man who needs on-the-job training and a babysitter over anyone else who is actually qualified to do the job.