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This has been a total mind f*ck of a year but I'm still glad that we still have six months left in the year.
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Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.
We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.
In my salute to Bridget and her wonderful twitter.
My reflections are simple if you are basing all your medically and socially based decisions on her tweets as she notes you get what you pay for.
Most people who have a brain and understand what twitter has of value is to inform, humor and vent. So it is not an advice column at least hers isn't.
The many comments that follow are just so self righteous.
Because everyone is so stupid and will trust a follow up tweet too.
I love people who treat others with superiority and contempt for their own good. Tiresome.
On a more uplifting note great new Phetasy merch on sale with her discount code!
Love you Bridget.
Continue to do whatever you like
I'm getting to the end of a doozy of a 12 hour shift in which my patient tried really hard to go into a full respiratory collapse. He's got a tracheostomy through which I've had to suction - constantly - overnight and he's kept plugging off because of all the gunge in his chest. Watching a patient struggle for breath through their throat while you're trying to clear it of shit is not amusing.
Don't mind saying it - and I apologize for the language - but I'm fucking toasted.