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* "Forced Out of the Forest: The Lost Tribe of Uganda:" https://news.vice.com/video/forced-out-of-the-forest-the-lost-tribe-of-uganda
* "Uganda Is Using Adult Circumcision Rituals to Attract Tourism:" http://www.vice.com/read/uganda-is-using-adult-circumcision-rituals-to-attract-tourism-1024
* Donald Trump is outright lying that President Obama and Hillary Clinton are the co founders of Daesh. He said it repeatedly and clearly with no ambiguity at all.
* This morning, I sprained a lot of the muscles in my back coughing. I keep thinking of the first time my Mother cracked a rib coughing. It was when I was three and a half, and she was bed ridden in her grueling final trimester with my sister. She was dangerously ill. I was in the room taking care of her when it happened. I keep thinking about that, being that ill and miserable with an endangered pregnancy and how much the rib must have hurt on top of all that. She must have been terrified, but she never let me know. Because of the imperiled fetus, she couldn't really be medicated for the pneumonia or the rib. I used to rub topical on her back and service the humidifier and dehumidifier, depending. I'd make her peanut butter or cheese crackers, brought her water or juice, and shadowed her to the bathroom in case she fell. This is why I was drilled so strenuously on when to call 911. This is why I spent my days playing silently on the floor in a darkened room. (My father had to work to cover the medical bills, especially as we'd lost the income from both her jobs. This was the only option we had. He'd come home at night with fruit and bring up dinner and we'd have a bed picnic. I want to be clear I was not traumatized. A little bored from no television and not being able to go out to play with the neighborhood kids, but I was a responsible kid raised in a family where everyone pitched in. This was a thing that needed to be done if I wanted a little brother or sister, and in my family, we always did our part. At the age of three and a half, I didn't understand that pregnancy didn't always work like this; I accepted it as entirely normal).
After that, she cracked a rib or several most years coughing. The last decade, she always had a damaged rib or two as they couldn't heal properly anymore what with the frequency of breakage and the endless cough and battle for air. I am a decade older than she was that first time, and this is not the first time I've hurt myself badly, though my ribs are still intact.
I am lucky. CF killed my Aunt when she was in college. My lungs are way less damaged than my Mother's were at this age, and I am world's ahead of my Mother's Aunts when they were this age. CF carrier sucks. It killed all three of them slowly. It will likely take me. My hope is that I can hold off on the worst of the lung scarring and the broken ribs as long as possible.
I was hoping to GoB tonight, but I had to forage and between the heat and the pain, I think I'm no good company.
* "How to help Flint, Michigan:" http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/how-help-flint-michigan
* Help pay for cat food, litter, meds, medical copays: Paypal Lethran@gmail.com
* Donate to help refugees "UN Refugee Agency:" http://donate.unhcr.org/international/general
* Organizations helping with the refugee crisis: http://captainofalltheships.tumblr.com/post/128790538169/an-updated-list-of-organizations-to-donate-to-help
* A list of LGBTQA Charities: http://awkward0w1.tumblr.com/post/126399233673
* Want Game of Thrones without the creepy? We desperately need new players. We are very inclusive. "Game of Bones MUSH:" gobmush.wikidot.comhttp://www.cnn.com/2016/07/28/asia/indonesia-drug-executions/
* "Uganda Is Using Adult Circumcision Rituals to Attract Tourism:" http://www.vice.com/read/uganda-is-using-adult-circumcision-rituals-to-attract-tourism-1024
* Donald Trump is outright lying that President Obama and Hillary Clinton are the co founders of Daesh. He said it repeatedly and clearly with no ambiguity at all.
* This morning, I sprained a lot of the muscles in my back coughing. I keep thinking of the first time my Mother cracked a rib coughing. It was when I was three and a half, and she was bed ridden in her grueling final trimester with my sister. She was dangerously ill. I was in the room taking care of her when it happened. I keep thinking about that, being that ill and miserable with an endangered pregnancy and how much the rib must have hurt on top of all that. She must have been terrified, but she never let me know. Because of the imperiled fetus, she couldn't really be medicated for the pneumonia or the rib. I used to rub topical on her back and service the humidifier and dehumidifier, depending. I'd make her peanut butter or cheese crackers, brought her water or juice, and shadowed her to the bathroom in case she fell. This is why I was drilled so strenuously on when to call 911. This is why I spent my days playing silently on the floor in a darkened room. (My father had to work to cover the medical bills, especially as we'd lost the income from both her jobs. This was the only option we had. He'd come home at night with fruit and bring up dinner and we'd have a bed picnic. I want to be clear I was not traumatized. A little bored from no television and not being able to go out to play with the neighborhood kids, but I was a responsible kid raised in a family where everyone pitched in. This was a thing that needed to be done if I wanted a little brother or sister, and in my family, we always did our part. At the age of three and a half, I didn't understand that pregnancy didn't always work like this; I accepted it as entirely normal).
After that, she cracked a rib or several most years coughing. The last decade, she always had a damaged rib or two as they couldn't heal properly anymore what with the frequency of breakage and the endless cough and battle for air. I am a decade older than she was that first time, and this is not the first time I've hurt myself badly, though my ribs are still intact.
I am lucky. CF killed my Aunt when she was in college. My lungs are way less damaged than my Mother's were at this age, and I am world's ahead of my Mother's Aunts when they were this age. CF carrier sucks. It killed all three of them slowly. It will likely take me. My hope is that I can hold off on the worst of the lung scarring and the broken ribs as long as possible.
I was hoping to GoB tonight, but I had to forage and between the heat and the pain, I think I'm no good company.
* "How to help Flint, Michigan:" http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/how-help-flint-michigan
* Help pay for cat food, litter, meds, medical copays: Paypal Lethran@gmail.com
* Donate to help refugees "UN Refugee Agency:" http://donate.unhcr.org/international/general
* Organizations helping with the refugee crisis: http://captainofalltheships.tumblr.com/post/128790538169/an-updated-list-of-organizations-to-donate-to-help
* A list of LGBTQA Charities: http://awkward0w1.tumblr.com/post/126399233673
* Want Game of Thrones without the creepy? We desperately need new players. We are very inclusive. "Game of Bones MUSH:" gobmush.wikidot.comhttp://www.cnn.com/2016/07/28/asia/indonesia-drug-executions/