OK, I finally went ahead and texted my partner that I’m just going to have to lie down, because I’m that sick from Horrible Tooth again. Continuing to try to push through is just ridiculous. (Turns out it’s Office Christmas Party #2 anyway, so there’s some irrational stress eliminated.)
It took me a while to figure out why I was feeling so awful for several days now, but yeah. That infection is obviously trying to tank up again. The migrainey head and face ache really isn’t helping, either. And it’s just too much, on top of everything else, so I’ve been running in negative-spoons emergency mode and shutting down a lot. At least I know why I’ve been feeling so crappy to the point of just wanting to give up, though.
Trickier to figure out what to do about it, but yeah. Get some rest now, and try not to give myself too hard a time over the pressing stuff that just hasn’t been getting done, or over honestly not having been able to get this more permanently dealt with before now for multiple actual reasons. Hopefully, I can figure out *something* workable after that.
Usually I am very glad that my partner doesn’t get all pushy and blamey when I am having problems with that kind of thing, but yeah. It’s a shame sometimes that both of us are medical/dental avoidant (with reason) and also have trouble doing voice calls for appointments and whatnot. That’s a more general thing, but it’s definitely helped complicate trying to finally deal with this seriously botched filling tooth.
i sing sometimes like my life is at stake ‘cause you’re only as loud as the noises you make…
….i sing sometimes for the war that i fight ‘cause every tool is a weapon - if you hold it right.
I think most of y’all who read this blog are fighting some battle or other. Maybe…
dog and snog
The first time I read ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ I was sitting in 10th grade English class. But there is one image that stays with me. The description of crops going unharvested even as workers are eager and willing to pick the food. He writes:
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the time, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains.
And the smell of rot fills the country.
He wrote those words more than 70 years ago, yet the conditions he describes still ring true for 50 million Americans living in food insecure households today… . Hungry families do not have enough food… [but] not because of scarcity. Every year 40% of food produced goes uneaten. That’s 20 pounds of food per person per day. And that is the twisted irony of hunger in America today. What Steinbeck called that crime that goes beyond denunciation, landfills brimming with rotting food while 15% of households don’t have enough to eat.
It’s economical violence.
If you’ve ever given your change to someone on the street, you’ve probably had people berate you for enabling their bad habits, and/or tell you that the proper way to deal with the situation is to offer to buy them food, or to help them find services in the area that will give them real support.
Well fuck those people.
Dallas police Chief David Brown in August fired two police officers over the incident and one was charged with criminally negligent homicide. Police determined the officers did not immediately call for an ambulance after Bradford was hurt and later told paramedics that someone else struck the bicyclist.
Look at him go!
Fake Sign Language interpreter at Mandela Memorial
You can see on the video that the signs are obviously nonsense and don’t match a real signer.
It was first spotted by people on twitter. He seems to repeat the same signs over and over. It raises big questions about how seriously South Africa took the accessibility of the event for disabled people. Also raises questions about security if this man was a fake. How carefully were his credentials checked?
"means that on a day when the world saluted a man who fought oppression, a guy stood on stage and effectively oppressed another minority – Deaf people, by making a mockery of our language."
from the Limping Chicken Deaf news and blog
This is an insult to deaf people, and in fact, all disabled people.