Interesting day yesterday and today. Lots of content about fun with the healthcare system. I have an antibiotic I was prescribed Sunday, but it’s taken me until Wednesday to get it filled. It’s just another Z-Pack. Why this couldn’t be sent over is beyond me. That the pharmacy we’ve been using only has 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. pharmacy hours is similarly-irritating. Yes, it’s nice that the ubiquity of records sharing has freed up some things.
So. Five days of doing something I’d already done. Whatever.
Yesterday’s electoral weren’t really surprising, I guess. Don Beyer Volvo survived his primary against another four Democrats. Even though he didn’t vote to release the full police files of the Epstein conspiracy, there’s many other reasons to vote against him. I was a little intrigued by someone from my wife’s alma mater, but I didn’t get the absentee ballot filled out, and then he lost me with an answer to a question posed to him on WJLA over the weekend.
Oh well.
That, along with the discussion on WTF this morning where one of the hosts was trying to trace his family from Italy. The more I learn about my parents’ backgrounds, the less I know. And I think that they kind of wanted it that way.
My parents left South Landmass during the nastier parts of Jim Crow. The prospect of Vietnam looked better. And, so, nearly twenty-five years later, we all wound up in Virginia.
But I can’t trace my roots back to Jamestown. As far as I can tell, nobody in my family owned slaves. There weren’t many slaveholders in Cajun country on my dad’s side. New Orleans was held by the Union for most of The War. My mother’s family had fled to the not-so-great Mississippi after not finding much success in South Carolina and Georgia. One of the male ancestors died in the Civil War after he’d gone back to fight for Georgia.
I refuse to be a proud member of the Party of Harry Byrd.
Do I even really have a home?
Eli Lake had a pretty good take on the leftists’ wins yesterday. I really don’t know what more to say to the people who won. Your nutty ideas wouldn’t have worked, but the failure should be more spectacular with the last quarter-century of irresponsible governance.
Shoot me if you can find the bullets. Please try to have the cameras rolling so your evil is captured for posterity.
So, prompts before I draw this out too much longer.
I felt proud of myself and why?
I didn’t get what I have through force or fraud. I’ve also dealt with the bad breaks inflicted by my out-of-control immune system. If you don’t think that’s valuable, fine. I’m the one who has to deal with my reality.
How can I carry that confidence into new situations?
My self-confidence is pretty small, and it’s been that way much of my life. That I’ve spent so much time adjusting for my body’s failings hasn’t buoyed it any.
I suppose the therapy I’ve been in for the past few years has helped me realize that, no, I won’t be judged as harshly as I worried for my body’s failings. Am I getting better at letting it slide? Yes, but it’s a constant struggle.
Halfway through, I think.