Last night I stayed up late playing Yahoo! Games, which was honestly a bit underwhelming but was also nostalgic. I miss the days when you could play multiplayer games there. Battleship was such a classic. “You hit Flipper!” “You couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn.” Never been trash-talked that well by a computer with auto-insults before.
Anyway the “Bubble Zone” game was ok. Took forever. It has good sound effects. And the graphics were pretty good.
That is the end of my list of positive attributes about this game.
I also played a game reminiscent of Jeopardy that was quite truly impossible to play; I don’t recommend it, however it probably would make a good drinking game, if you are the type of person who likes drinking games (I’m not) but. It would be good for that because of how completely stupid it is and how difficult it is to guess any of the words in it.
Today was pretty relaxed.
I made some bread. It turned out pretty good. Made macaroni with marinara sauce/mozzarella for dinner for the fam along with a spinach salad. I made a dressing from oil, vinegar, spices, and feta.
I haven’t had raw spinach in the house in a long time (or feta) and these along with the vinegar were me taking steps back into normalcy, just exposing myself to being around them (sometimes I have issues reacting to the smells of foods), and I’m thankful I didn’t react to anything. (It was actually a huge deal).
I’m still planning what to do with chocolate chips, since I added them back to my own diet this week and haven’t reacted to them. Should I try making … “cookies” or “cake” (dairy-free and egg-free, till I add back each of those) ? I’m really excited to try something.
I feel kind of twisted up, sometimes, when it comes to sharing myself on the internet, because on one hand, I only want to project the positive, and on the other hand, I want to be known.
Is this not the crux of the difficulty we all face? And also judging the bandwidth of people and situations as we figure out how much/ when/ with whom to share?
I’m constantly reminded of people who are overcoming unthinkable physical, mental, or other difficulties. I was reading about MAID (physician-assisted death) this morning. I’m not going to link the article, but it’s findable via the NYTimes. It was a very difficult article to read.
I think about joyful people in the media of the past- I think about Fred Rogers, and then think about how he died of stomach cancer. I think about Robin Williams, and… my heart breaks when I think of his suffering.
I think about the friends in my life who have trusted me with their pains, their difficulties. I think about how honored I feel.
Not sure where I’m going with this.
I think that one of the reasons I *sometimes* (not always) do try to share about some health-related things online is to create space in peoples’ minds that these things exist. I’ve seen so many (SO MANY) people on the internet within comment sections, telling people with MCAS that it’s fake, that it’s in their heads, that it isn’t real. The same thing happens with latex allergy. Those are my two things, and both are invisible, and both are things that can sound “crazy” to someone who hasn’t heard of them before. So I think that’s part of why I try to talk about them, because invisible things are real things, and both of those are pretty common. I think latex allergy affects 1% of the general population, and like 17% of healthcare workers? Something like that. It’s a lot. And then I’ve read some estimates that like 12% of people may have MCAS (and most are not aware of it/ have very mild symptoms).
I really like that the world is growing in a direction of increased knowledge about things that have had a hard time getting onto radars- lots of types of food allergies/sensitivities, autism… so many things. I love the way that culture is shifting to be more accommodating, in general- though of course there is pushback against it.
A whole lot of the conservative pushback I see right now against programs that help people at some level appears to me to be a pushback against the burden of accommodation. Accommodation of any need of any other person, really. It’s hard to care about a neighbor when we feel no one cares about us, or like things aren’t fair. I hope that as time goes on society will do a better and better job at making sure no one feels that way.
I’m making a midnight pot of tea. It makes me feel dramatic. Don’t judge me.
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