Anecdotes of a soul searcher
Five years out, y’all.
March 12, 2016. Exactly five years ago, I was admitted and intubated.
March is weird, and it has been a rough five years.
Repeatedly, I was told ARDS survivors take five years to return to work. FIVE! I said, “Nope, not me! I’m not going to take THAT long.” Just another time I was royally wrong.
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Being a mom means dealing with mom guilt. For moms of more than one child, it’s “mom guilt multiplied.” For moms of an only child, it’s “mom guilt amplified.” Regardless of what we call it, mom guilt can wreak havoc on our minds from time to time. You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t at every turn in today’s world. I’m here to say, let’s let go of that guilt together.
I want to dedicate this post to my biggest source of guilt: having a singleton.
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HBO has had some great shows, and no, I am not here to talk Game of Thrones, but if anyone wants to throw down Thrones talk, you let me know. Valar Morghulis. Let me add that I recognize The Wire is in the top 3 greatest shows of all time. But there is one show that is near and dear to my heart I must rank higher. The Sopranos.
Who here has seen this ‘90s and early aughts masterpiece?
My friend recently said to me, “Would Walter White exist at the level he is without Anthony Soprano first?” They are the iconic anti-heroes that made for the greatest small screen cinematic drama of their decades.
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People may be contracting COVID-19 but they are dying from ARDS. I am a survivor of ARDS. Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome. When they live, they are ARDS survivors. When they pass their lungs fail and they drown. I am an ARDS survivor. I don’t really care if you’re tired of hearing about it from me; I have an interesting perspective.
I am not trying to scare you. I am a survivor.
Not one single person from infant to centenarian is safe from this. Especially you beach goers.
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…and other reasons to do whatever you want
One day last December I remember standing in line at the grocery store. The typical greetings and Christmas cheer were exchanged between the cashiers and the customers as expected. Decor lined the numbers designated at each register; poinsettias, garland, holiday magazines, advent calendars, all the typical adornments were abundant. It was almost my turn at the register. The patron ahead of me said brightly to the cashier “happy holidays!” The cashier’s eyes welled up. “Not for me,” sadly she responded. My eyes widened. She said “I lost my mom at Christmas, this holiday is hard.” I was taken aback. Not the typical answer but not wrong to say. I could identify. I liked her honesty. Probably not the best place to open up to strangers, but sometimes those feelings are so overwhelming, how does one not speak their pain. The customer said he was “sorry to hear that.” We all were. The customer did not dwell. He signed for his purchase , grabbed his bag, and did not engage any longer.
The world stops for no one.
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