Emily Is A Nurse

I have no idea.

One of my biggest fears is that our international allies believe American citizens are complicit- that the news has been suppressed and the images of the gigantic anti-Trump demonstrations aren’t making it out of the US borders.

We need our allies to intervene. This is untenable.

I have been living with Long COVID for nearly 6 years now. 6 years of watching my friends, family, and peers go about their lives while I wait for something to change. 6 years of hoping for an answer. I am a pretty patient person, but today?

Today it sucks.

It is really hard to imagine how we can make this better. I keep thinking, “but… Obama! This is the same populace that elected Obama!”

Change will happen. The pendulum will swing.

Meh, it’s okay. I misspoke, someone was unforgiving. I backed out of the discussion. I don’t need to be part of that person’s heat.

It seems so unfair that the world our young adults know is so uncertain. They see such a different future than I envisioned for them. I never could have imagined they would experience a global pandemic, a dictator’s rise to power, and authoritarian rule in their young lives. Oh, and climate change.

People are mean, life goes on.

(I think the video is AI or fabricated. Not debating the actual fire, that is established fact.)

I saw a stand up comedian the other night. He got big applause when he announced he is newly engaged. Then he said they are considering the parent thing. Not so much with the clapping.

I don’t know if I would want to have kids today. The world is not feeling very safe right now. Nope nope nope

I’m from the desert. I’ll have you know, I thought hammerhead sharks were made up fakers.

On the flip side, horny toads are sacred and I will fight you to the death to protect their honor. Amazing little creatures that deserve all the love.

Child truths from me.

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Hi. Just a little heads up on a language issue:
Impatient- not able to wait, restless. “Jolitah was impatient after waiting to see her doctor for 8 hours at the IHS clinic.
Inpatient- a hospitalized person. “Jolitah’s infection required her to spend a week inpatient on IV antibiotics.”

Ok, this may sound crazy but hear me out.

Ira Glass is the human Kermit the Frog.

🤯

Just let that soak in.

I learned such a powerful lesson that day- I learned that I could do more than I believed I could, especially when I have the courage to share my fears. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to feel like you will give up, but make sure you let others know so they can lift you up.

When I shared my weakness, others gave me strength. When I became vulnerable, others gave me courage.

Just a few minutes later, my baby was born. He was healthy and perfect. He still is, 21 years later.

Instantly, the team jumped into action. They didn’t judge me at all, instead their cheers grew louder. They got out a mirror so I could see my baby as he was crowning. Their coaching was more instructive and directed. Somebody grabbed my hand, which gave me more strength.

So I said that. I told the team, “I don’t think I can do this.” In my mind it was a moment of shameful vulnerability, but I had to give voice to what was in my brain before it stopped me from birthing this baby.

I remember this so vividly- there was this moment where I thought, oh crap. This is too much. I can’t do this. I am scared and I just don’t have the energy and strength to get through this. The pain is just too much and I am beat.

Everything progressed smoothly and it comes time to push. I push for about an hour and the baby is slowly making his way out, but I was getting really worn out. The pain was really intense and I had been doing my best but it was so hard.

I keep thinking about this moment when my first child was born. Picture this- it is 2004, my husband and I show up to the hospital after a long night of laboring at home. Our doula was with us, and I was hellbent on having an unmedicated birth.

I recently decided that my hobby is DJ. I bought a thing related to my hobby and the seller offered to help me download the software.

At first I thought, typical man. I can do the downloading thing myself.
But I slept on it & reconsidered. Call me damsel not in distress. Bring me bonbons.

I’d add, “I can participate in research, science, art and/or agriculture without fear my people’s ancient knowledge, land and evolutionary history will be robbed and sold to the uber wealthy and be sold back to me at a price I can’t afford.”

After quite a bit of thought about the holiday, thinking about my position as a Native woman and the huge amount of work that goes into making a meal to observe a Colonizer Narrative holiday that I don’t really care about, I propose we rename it to:
Men’s Gluttony Day

When I talk about academic blogs that demonstrate the capacity of that form, I lead with @nursingclio.bsky.social. When I think of academics who model the potential of the para-academic pathway, I think of @lmansley.bsky.social. Anyway, read this.

Nothing says love quite like a partner who will serve you a bowl with all the cooked carrots already picked out of the stew.