No one is coming to rescue us

So we need to rescue ourselves. I've watched for weeks as people have screamed and flailed and otherwise wallowed in their misery about the events of today. They've already made it 1000 times worse inside their own heads. Others have done their screaming and then leapt into action. For me that is the better way. Even small kindnesses mean a lot One of my former students, now a family practice doctor related a story about an 80 something patient who lost her shoes as she was transported around the hospital. My student searched for them and her staff found them and this little old lady had her only pair of shoes returned, happier than anything to have them. It's a little thing but it matters. They add up. Ranting and blaming everyone (even if we feel like it) in the end gets us nowhere. A simple kindness makes a difference.

Today I had to have a mammogram and a pap smear (the latter but someone just learning how to do them) and that was still LESS painful than what happened down in the swamp today. But that's all I want to say about that.

And something I've feared was true. I do have a hernia and it's near the rib cage so yeah, that's probably the next surgery. Fuck you body.

Kanda is slightly better today. He did barf up his antibiotics and dinner all over my pants. Sigh.

i lost my friend last week. Today my brother lost one of his. 2017 is off to a lousy start.