#dallas mayo

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Dallas Mayo (aka Gilbert Fox) Sorority Scandal; Carol Caine - The Secret Flesh - Midwood - 1968

[smutheaven]

[falcemartello]

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Sapete come fanno aziende come Gucci, Walt Disney, Netflix, Apple a diventare aziende green con basse emissioni di CO2?

Acquistando elettricità prodotta solo da eolico e solare, penserete.

I certificati sono acquistati da privati assolutamente non controllati da nessuno. I più noti sono Verra e Pachama.

Insostanza, a fronte di pagamento di milioni di dollari, i certificatori assicurano che proteggeranno tot ettari di foreste da futuri disboscamenti.

Si badi bene, che non si tratta di piantare nuovi alberi, ma di considerare le foreste già esistenti!

Vediamo alcuni esempi di aziende:

La società Walt Disney afferma di aver dimezzato le sue emissioni dal 2012. Ciò è stato possibile solo attraverso i crediti di carbonio.

Gucci afferma di essere neutrale dal punto di vista climatico. I crediti di carbonio provengono tutti da progetti di protezione forestale.

L’ONU nel ’97 aveva deciso di non includere la conservazione delle foreste come metodo per certificare la compensazione le emissioni.

Di avviso diverso alcuni uomini d’affari, il WEF, il Climate Forum, BP, StarBucks e Allianz.

Insieme hanno creato VERRA

Come si può vedere il mercato dei crediti di carbonio è in forte espansione.

Oggi le più grandi aziende del mondo compensano le loro emissioni di carbonio attraverso la protezione delle foreste.

Ogni progetto di conservazione delle foreste è radicato in una previsione su ciò che potrebbe portare il futuro.

Questo è un incentivo intrinseco a fare previsioni imprecise. Vediamo perché.

Nell'area protetta dell'Alto Mayo in Perù, negli ultimi 20 anni l'area forestale è andata perduta.

Tuttavia, le perdite forestali in aree comparabili erano ancora più elevate, quindi il progetto garantiva qualche effetto.

Ma lo sviluppo effettivo è lontano dalla prognosi dell'operatore del progetto di ciò che sarebbe accaduto senza protezione.

Più gli sviluppatori di progetti di deforestazione si aspettano nella loro foresta, più crediti di carbonio possono emettere e più la previsione è pessimistica, più soldi si possono guadagnare.

Ecco, quando comprate un prodotto di un’azienda “green”, adesso sapete quanto è apprezzabile il suo sforzo etico di “salvare il pianeta”.

Poi sono quelle che sponsorizzano Greta!

[fandomination666-blog]

As someone who lives in Texas (unfortunately) I find it SO FUNNY when people make keith overwhelmingly southern. Like, cmon yall. Texas history 101, the cowboy era ended a long ass time ago, most of us DONT wear cowboy hats anymore. Why the fuck would keith ride a horse???? Nobody does that unless they own horses??? And horses are incredibly expensive???

Like, I understand cowboy aus, and historical aus, but if Texas, in 2024, isn't like that (the stereotypes are so wild) then why would it be like that in approx 2314?

Very few wear cowboy hats or boots. Very few have horses, and NOBODY rides them to school, ffs. Keith is not a farmhand.

Some texas stereotypes that are true, however...

-yeah we say yall nonstop

-ain't, wouldja, couldn't've, etc.

-confederate flag is less common here, normally you see the "come and take it" or the "don't tread on me"

-if keith ever went to public school, 1/3 of his classmates or more are Latino

-most Texans know moderate amounts of Spanish

-we celebrate Cinco de Mayo, and most ppl think it's Mexican independence day (it's not)

-barbecue.

-chili WITHOUT BEANS YOU HEATHEN

-will fight over food, family, or football

-either you support the Dallas Cowboys or the Houston Texans. Any other team is sacrilege. Once you make this choice, it WILL have effects on your social life.

-football is basically king here lol, none of the other stuff in school gets nearly the funding

-people living in rural areas (like Keith's dad) often own guns, and not pistols either-- rifles and shotguns, usually

-NOBODY SAYS YEEHAW. at least not unironically

-Texans will ironically say yeehaw, rootin-tootin, etc bc we are aware of our history and think it's wack

-were not all racist, but everyone knows at least one person who is (usually an older family member)

-mind your gotdamn manners at the table. Get those elbows away from your food

-sir and ma'am for strangers

-open doors for old people. You don't have to be a man to do this.

-please and thank you is SO important, people will assume things about you otherwise

-if you don't have a church, you miss out on a lot of community (coming from a non-religious person)

-most people here are Baptist, on that note (Hispanic people contribute to the Catholic population, but still, Baptist is #1)

-internet service is awful unless you're in a city

-we WILL close all schools for 2 inches of snow/ice

-we laugh at hurricanes, and then do our best to help our Houston neighbors

-but everybody hates Houston and Dallas, unless you live there

-most people are okay with Austin, San Antonio, etc

-EL PASO IS TINY, AND HALF OF IT IS IN MEXICO (and is called Ciudad Juárez there)

-beer is god. And God has no problem with drinking. (According to beliefs here)

-gambling is illegal here, but we love it, so states like Oklahoma have built casinos RIGHT ON THE STATE BORDER so that we can drive a bit and gamble as we please

-everybody's dad drives a truck. Otherwise people assume he's got a small pp

[gameraboy2]

Pretty Puppet by Dallas Mayo Cover by Paul Rader

[intotheclash]

Puntiamo lo sguardo oltre l’infamia, per indovinare un altro mondo possibile: l’aria sarà pulita da tutto il veleno che non venga dalla paure umane e dalle umane passioni; nelle strade, le automobili saranno schiacciate dai cani; la gente non sarà guidata dalla automobile, non sarà programmata dai calcolatori, né sarà comprata dal supermercato, né osservata dalla televisione; la televisione cesserà d’essere il membro più importante della famiglia e sarà trattato come una lavatrice o un ferro da stiro; la gente lavorerà per vivere, invece di vivere per lavorare; ai codici penali si aggiungerà il delitto di stupidità che commettono coloro che vivono per avere e guadagnare, invece di vivere unicamente per vivere, come il passero che canta senza saper di cantare e come il bimbo che gioca senza saper di giocare; in nessun paese verranno arrestati i ragazzi che rifiutano di compiere il servizio militare; gli economisti non paragoneranno il livello di vita a quello di consumo, né paragoneranno la qualità della vita alla quantità delle cose; i cuochi non crederanno che alle aragoste piaccia essere cucinate vive; gli storici non crederanno che ai paesi piaccia essere invasi; i politici non crederanno che ai poveri piaccia mangiare promesse; la solennità non sarà piu' una virtu', e nessuno prenderà sul serio chiunque non sia capace di prendersi in giro; la morte e il denaro perderanno i loro magici poteri, e né per fortuna né per sfortuna, la canaglia si trasformerà in virtuoso cavaliere; nessuno sarà considerato eroe o tonto perché fa quel che crede giusto invece di fare ciò che più gli conviene; il mondo non sarà più in guerra contro i poveri, ma contro la povertà, e l’industria militare sarà costretta a dichiararsi in fallimento; il cibo non sarà una mercanzia, né sarà la comunicazione un’affare, perché cibo e comunicazione sono diritti umani; nessuno morirà di fame, perché nessuno morirà d’indigestione; i bambini di strada non saranno trattati come spazzatura, perché non ci saranno bambini di strada; i bambini ricchi non saranno trattati come fossero denaro, perché non ci saranno bambini ricchi; l’educazione non sarà il privilegio di chi può pagarla; la polizia non sarà la maledizione di chi non può comprarla; la giustizia e la libertà, gemelli siamesi condannati alla separazione, torneranno a congiungersi, ben aderenti, schiena contro schiena; una donna nera, sara' presidente del Brasile e un’altra donna nera, sara' presidente degli Stati Uniti d’America; una donna india governerà il Guatemala e un’altra il Perù; in Argentina, le pazze di Plaza de Mayo saranno un esempio di salute mentale, poiché rifiutarono di dimenticare nei tempi dell’amnesia obbligatoria; la Santa Chiesa correggerà gli errori delle tavole di Mosè, e il sesto comandamento ordinerà di festeggiare il corpo; la Chiesa stessa detterà un altro comandamento dimenticato da Dio: “Amerai la natura in ogni sua forma”; saranno riforestati i deserti del mondo e i deserti dell’anima; i disperati diverranno speranzosi e i perduti saranno incontrati, poiché costoro sono quelli che si disperarono per il tanto sperare e si persero per il tanto cercare; saremo compatrioti e contemporanei di tutti coloro che possiedono desiderio di giustizia e desiderio di bellezza, non importa dove siano nati o quando abbiano vissuto, giacche' le frontiere del mondo e del tempo non conteranno più nulla; la perfezione continuerà ad essere il noioso privilegio degli dei; però, in questo mondo semplice e fottuto ogni notte sarà vissuta come se fosse l’ultima e ogni giorno come se fosse il primo.

(Eduardo Galeano)

[abyssal-endling]

Payday Characters as Shit My Coworkers Did

Closing Shift @ McDonald's

Side note: Duke, Dallas, Bonnie, and the first Jimmy quote all represent my managers.

Jimmy: "I went to the gas station and got some rum, anyone want a rum and coke?"

Duke: "I didn't start smoking until I started working here."

Houston: *takes out hearing aids as we all scream Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead*

Jimmy: "The wallpaper is melting..." (Duke: "we're in a McDonald's, where are you seeing wallpaper?")

Dallas: "Hey, you know its time for your 'smoke break'." (Jimmy: goes outside to smoke a joint)

Houston: "Yeah. uh... the, the fucking.. man. okay." (Bonnie: "It's okay I do drugs, too.") "Not where I was going with that, but okay."

Bonnie: "Why would it make a difference if I fuck my husband in the ass? It's still anal sex, and I'm allowed to donate." (Houston: "Cool, I'm gonna... go do something else.")

Houston: "This man just asked for a fucking McDouble with extra ketchup, extra mustard, add/extra mayo, add/extra mac sauce, and light tartar sauce. Fucking light tartar. Bitch, I'm already making this bog burger, go full tartar. Don't be a fucking coward you already asked for tHE REST OF THE FUCKING BURGER."

Hoxton: "Five minutes into my shift, someone on drive asked me how many nuggets are in a ten piece nugget. I can't fucking do this anymore."

Jimmy: "Someone cut off a bunch of people in drive and pointed a gun at Joy to demand a large fry. Like, it's a McDonald's fry, it's not that serious. Why is this the hill you're dying on?" (Dallas: "Fuck, we have to do a police report, don't we? Last time they didn't show up until four hours later. Goddamnit. I don't have any cocaine either.")

Jimmy, Houston, Dallas, Joy, and Sydney all at once when the clock hits 12AM: "WE'RE FUCKING CLOSED!!!"

[bumblebeeappletree]

In 1969, the Latino students of Crystal City, TX, staged a school walkout that sparked a revolution and changed history. The story inspired the play “Crystal City 1969” by Latinx theater company, Cara Mía Theatre.

Dulé Hill arrives in Dallas, Texas to learn more about the Cara Mía Theatre production, “Crystal City 1969.” The play was inspired by events that took place in the town of Crystal City, Texas in 1969. At that time, the town had a majority Chicano population, yet public school students faced discrimination in class, and were corporally punished for speaking Spanish. One of the students, Severita Lara, was beaten and suspended for passing out leaflets about Latino students’ unfair treatment. Meanwhile, the Mexican American Youth Organization (MAYO), began organizing school protests across the country in the spirit of civil rights. José Angel Gutiérrez, born and raised in Crystal City, was sent back to his hometown by MAYO to organize the students for protest.

The students’ activism sparked a revolution in Crystal City, and changed the political landscape in the town. They organized a school walkout that called for the right to speak Spanish, along with 17 other demands for equality and fairness. The students’ activism eventually brought them to Washington, DC, and inspired more Latinos to run for city government and the school board in Crystal City. In the end, all the students’ demands were met in a sweeping victory.

[abr]

Cinco de Mayo

Non per i Chicanos di qua e di là del Rio Grande ma per tutti coloro che come me han fatto le scuole quando ancora insegnavano il Manzoni, il 5 maggio è legato al ricordo del Napoleone ei fu.

Personaggio la cui fine vien sempre collegata con l'invasione della Russia la quale, secondo la narrativa ancora corrente di origine gramscian-sovietica, fu ciò che ne stroncò l'Empeur. Bah.

La storia è un po' diversa. Napoleone é sempre giocatore d'azzardo, inseguito-inseguitore, sotto assedio come un inquilino moroso: perde e abbandona l'esercito in Egitto nel 1801 (Abukir), poi bastona fragorosamente tutti a Austerlitz nel 1805; ancora, perso tutto con la fatal ritirata di Russia nel 1812, caccia i russi dalla Germania nel 1813, rivince ancora i coalizzati europei ma infine perde a Lipsia nell'ottobre 1813 (la "battaglia delle Nazioni", noi dei russi). Non è finita: Napo risorge dall'Elba e a Waterloo, 18 giugno 1815, é a un passo dalla vittoria che va alla coalizione anglo-tedesca (senza russi).

Quindi no, la storia di Napo non insegna falsi storici tipo "chi tocca la Russia muore" (i figli di Gengis Khan se la ridono). Il punto è che per quanto geniale, con truppe eccellenti e tecniche più avanzate, prima o poi l'Europeo Continentale sarebbe stato comunque sconfitto.

Esattamente come capitò all'imbianchino austriaco: é la strategia, bellezza. Il mondo dipendeva dai mari già ai tempi dell'Impero Romano, anche se ti fai tutto il (sub-)Continente sei isolato, circondato, col tempo diventa sempre più stretto e affamato e prima o poi le prendi.

Lezione sull'isolamento strategico applicabile oggi forse, dico forse, più a Putin che alla Nato. O forse a entrambe (o tre, vale anche per la Cina): ecco perché per fortuna siamo ancora nello stallo equilibrista tipo Guerra Fredda. Meditate strateghi, meditate.

[a-punchline-on-duct-tape]

THE OUTSIDERS AS TEXTS IVE SENT PART I FORGOT:

Darry- why r we out of mayo when i wanna make a burger

Soda- i snapped in that pic ong. i should be the model tbh

Pony- 4x^2 + 7x - 6x^2 - 9x like when do i need this?

Johnny- “We WeReN’t TaLkInG tO u” like ok regina george nobody gaf

Two-Bit- the only thing yall got on me is i used to be emo

Steve- YOUR ACTUALLY AN ARSONIST *insert a pic of my cousin lighting a bunch of shit on fire*

Dallas- fuck all yall imma go make a grilled cheese sandwich

[kuramirocket]

‘You Mexicans shouldn’t be here’: Man killed neighbor in front of his kids

Lonnie Ray Holcombe

A 54-year-old man in Texas was arrested over the weekend for shooting and killing his 49-year-old neighbor in front of his son and daughter.

Lonnie Ray Holcombe was taken into custody on Sunday and charged with one count of murder for fatally shooting Carlos Gonzalez, court documents reviewed by Law&Crime show.

According to a probable cause affidavit, Gonzalez on Saturday was hosting a large family party at his home in the 900 block of Hoke Smith Drive in Dallas to celebrate his granddaughter’s sixth birthday. Police said the party continued after the children slept.

As the festivities continued, Gonzalez’s son returned to the residence in his pickup truck with another man. Police wrote that the pickup truck was also playing music loudly.

Holcombe, who lives in the adjacent house, sat on his porch when the pickup truck pulled in front of Gonzalez’s home. Police wrote that Holcombe grabbed a BB gun and “fired multiple shots at the pickup truck, hitting it and causing damage.”

The man with Gonzalez’s son was also struck by at least one of the BBs Holcombe shot.

The shooting took place at about 1:15 a.m., police said.

The son and the other man then went to Holcombe’s residence to confront him about shooting the BB gun. During the confrontation, Holcombe allegedly struck Gonzalez’s son, prompting Gonzalez to leave his home and go to Holcombe’s.

During a physical altercation "suspect Holcombe pulled a .9mm Taurus handgun out of his pocket and fired it one time, striking [Gonzalez] in the chest."

Both men then returned to their properties, and several people called 911 to report the shooting and request medical assistance.

Gonzalez was transported to Methodist Central Hospital, where he died. Holcombe told officers that the BB gun and handgun were on his front porch, and he consented to both being seized, the affidavit said.

Speaking through a translator to Dallas Fox affiliate KDFW, Gonzalez’s daughter said that her family had feared Holcombe for some time. She also indicated that race and national origin may have played a role in Holcombe’s alleged animosity towards Gonzalez and his family.

“He actually told them, ‘You Mexicans shouldn’t be here. You Mexicans shouldn’t be here. You need to go back to place,'” the translator reportedly told the station.

Holcombe is being held in county jail on $250,000 bond.

The family has set up a GoFundMe:

Hola mi nombre es Abigail y en la madrugada de mayo 14 la familia Hernández perdieron a un padre, esposo y protector por motivos de racismo. Carlos era trabajador y quería una buena vida para sus hijos y nietos aquí en los Estados Unidos. Fue buena gente con todos y quien lo conocía sabían que no era una persona de problemas. Por proteger a su familia el perdió su vida en las manos de us americano racista. Queremos justicia y ayuda por los gastos del funeral y otros gastos inesperados por esta tragedia. Cualquier cantidad ayuda por favor de tener la familia en sus oraciones.

Hello, my name is Abigail and in the early morning of May 14, the Hernández family lost a father, husband and a protector due to racism. Carlos was hardworking and wanted a good life for his children and grandchildren here in the United States. He was a good person with everyone and those who knew him knew that he was not a person of problems. To protect his family he lost his life at the hands of a racist American. We want justice and need help for funeral expenses and other unexpected expenses from this tragedy. Any amount helps please keep the family in your prayers.

All funds will be going to the family affected (my cousin) her name is Iveth Hernandez. Daughter of Carlos Hernandez. I am coordinating this on her behalf.

Source

[falcemartello]

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Sapete come fanno aziende come Gucci, Walt Disney, Netflix, Apple a diventare aziende green con basse emissioni di CO2?

Acquistando elettricità prodotta solo da eolico e solare, penserete.

Allora siete proprio ingenui!

I certificati sono acquistati da privati assolutamente non controllati da nessuno. I più noti sono Verra e Pachama. Insostanza, a fronte di pagamento di milioni di dollari, i certificatori assicurano che proteggeranno tot ettari di foreste da futuri disboscamenti.

Si badi bene, che non si tratta di piantare nuovi alberi, ma di considerare le foreste già esistenti! Vediamo alcuni esempi di aziende: La società Walt Disney afferma di aver dimezzato le sue emissioni dal 2012. Ciò è stato possibile solo attraverso i crediti di carbonio.

Gucci afferma di essere neutrale dal punto di vista climatico. I crediti di carbonio provengono tutti da progetti di protezione forestale.

L’ONU nel ’97 aveva deciso di non includere la conservazione delle foreste come metodo per certificare la compensazione le emissioni.

Di avviso diverso alcuni uomini d’affari, il WEF, il Climate Forum, BP, StarBucks e Allianz. Insieme hanno creato VERRA.

Come si può vedere il mercato dei crediti di carbonio è in forte espansione. Oggi le più grandi aziende del mondo compensano le loro emissioni di carbonio attraverso la protezione delle foreste.

Ogni progetto di conservazione delle foreste è radicato in una previsione su ciò che potrebbe portare il futuro. Questo è un incentivo intrinseco a fare previsioni imprecise.

Vediamo perché.

Nell'area protetta dell'Alto Mayo in Perù, negli ultimi 20 anni l'area forestale è andata perduta. Tuttavia, le perdite forestali in aree comparabili erano ancora più elevate, quindi il progetto garantiva qualche effetto.

Ma lo sviluppo effettivo è lontano dalla prognosi dell'operatore del progetto di ciò che sarebbe accaduto senza protezione. Più gli sviluppatori di progetti di deforestazione si aspettano nella loro foresta, più crediti di carbonio possono emettere… e più la previsione è pessimistica, più soldi si possono guadagnare.

 Ecco, quando comprate un prodotto di un’azienda “green”, adesso sapete quanto è apprezzabile il suo sforzo etico di “salvare il pianeta”.

Poi sono quelle che sponsorizzano Greta!

(Fortunato Nardelli)

[chronicallymargaret]

the beginning

One morning in February of 2012, my mom had knocked on the door to wake me for breakfast and I told her I didn’t feel well. She went and grabbed the thermometer and it read 102℉. There was a sickness going around the high school at the time, so she told me to take some meds and rest. The next morning, my mom woke me up again to check my temperature and it had barely gone down. I stayed home again and followed the same regime. After my fever finally broke, my body didn’t feel right. I thought maybe I was just overly tired from being sick or maybe it was just the cold medicine wearing off. Eventually, I got to the point where I really didn’t think about the pain because I didn’t want to worry anyone. The family wounds were still healing from losing my first best friend, my grandpa, six years prior to cancer. Plus, I never liked people worrying about me because I knew that no matter what, I would always be okay - or so I thought.

High school was hard enough - let alone having a medical condition that not a single doctor in the tri-state area knew a single thing about. I kept my symptoms away from my parents for a very long time. Eventually, like most parents, they caught on that something wasn’t right with their kid. In December of 2012 along came the typical parental questions: “Margaret, are you doing drugs?” “Come on, kid, just tell me what’s going on with ya.” “Kiley Mae. Sit your ass down and start talking.” And then the never ending conversations and tears started to flow. I explained that, no - I was not doing drugs (I really was quite innocent here, Ma and Pops. Only a couple of times, I swear.). I finally broke down to my parents and told them the truth: Ever since that February morning in 2012, I’ve had a headache and chronic pain nearly every day.

Next thing I knew, my mom started researching and researching and more researching. She tried countless times to get clinics/doctors/specialists - you name it, she called them - to even listen to her. She called Mayo Clinic nearly EVERY DAY - practically begging on her hands and knees to fit me in to be seen by someone, anyone. She was my voice because no doctor or person took me seriously. I was “craving attention, a drama queen, drug addict/seeker, hypochondriac, lazy, not good enough, problematic, selfish, waste of money, time, and space.) I watched my dad’s hair slowly turn more and more gray as he worried about whether he should go to work to make money for the never-ending medical bills or go with his wife and daughter to find out the answers. (I hate how corporate America works. Since when has money become more important than one’s health? It’s disgusting and I wish we could change the system.) I watched my sister lack the attention from my parents that she deserved because they were constantly worried about me. (I am in no way, shape, or form calling out my parents. They have ALWAYS done their best in EVERY situation and that is why I am so proud to call them my parents - my heroes.) My high school friends secretively raised money to buy me a miniature pet pig to try to help make me feel better - my parents appreciated the kind gesture but said no because I needed to focus on my health. (I WILL own a pet pig one day - Dallas has already approved.

I have had a majority of my POTS symptoms under control over the last 10 years, but 2023 really screwed up my body. Due to all of the trauma and stress from not only everyday life, but miscarriages, surgeries, and mental health episodes as well - my body has been in FULL overdrive. I've been struggling trying to keep my life going and trying to ignore my health because I don’t want to give in to the fact that my POTS is getting WORSE and not better like I had been telling myself - and everyone I know - since the day I was diagnosed in July of 2012. Back then - yes, this was a frickin’ decade ago .. totally gross, I know. [“POTS was only seen in approximately 500,000 Americans. (https://www.aafp.org/pubs/afp/issues/2012/0901/p392.html)."] Imagine being 15 years old and you're a literal drop in the ocean of people who have something medically rare. What in the frick are the odds of that?

Flash forward to now, February 2024, I have nearly every symptom back plus new ones. My chronic symptoms are headaches - different intensities and locations, lightheadedness and dizziness, severe brain fog - I try not to drive on these days as I typically forget everything, insomnia, anxiety (omg .. I said the BIG “A” word), and depression (oooopps, I did it again bahaha). My new symptoms are: chronic abdominal pain - intensity and location has varied over approximately three months now, dry heaving, hot and cold intolerance (I told my work mom’s I feel like I’m going through menopause with how many hot flashes I have .. they giggled and said “Ohhh Kiley Mae, you have no idea what you’re in for - this is hardly nothing.” Also, can we talk about how important work relationships are? I love my work moms and work family - I’m very blessed on that front.), and vomiting.

The news that I learned today was that due to the dry heaving and vomiting, I now have a large hiatal hernia - part of my stomach is on top of my diaphragm. I’m currently waiting for a call to schedule a barium swallow test and I have a referral in with the University of Nebraska Medicine with a POTS specialist. I personally believe that I’m going to have chronic headaches and abdominal migraines - but I’m holding onto a little bit of hope that the doctor I currently have is going to confirm that the abdominal discomfort is from the hernia, not POTS. I plan on keeping this updated regularly because after I figure out what’s going on with me - I want to share my path of life so no one has to go through the medical trauma that I have.

Medical trauma is a huge part of not only who I am as a person but talking about it is the therapy that I am working through right now. I will eventually spill all of the emotions, but for today I’m going to talk about today. Because today was a very good day and I deserve to celebrate it.

My parents have become “snowbirds” and fly to southern Texas for the winter. Unfortunately, my endoscope ended up being scheduled while they were gone. I told my parents they didn’t have to come back home because it was a simple procedure, and everything was going to be okay. (Yes, I’m 27 and still take my parents to certain medical appointments because I’ve been hurt - I’m working on it.). I don’t know if it’s because I finally did it by myself or if the staff was told to be extra careful with me or what - but I had the most relaxing experience ever. No one looked at me like I was weird when I stated that I had POTS and would need an extra bag of saline. The first anesthetist actually shared with me that she also was diagnosed with POTS. I immediately got a smile on my face and asked if she was kidding. Coming from a small town, not very many people understood what my diagnosis is and again - I’ve been used to being a single drop in the ocean.

The anesthetist made sure to mark my charts and inform the rest of the care team my condition, what to expect, and what I would need after I woke back up. Anesthesia tends to send me into a flare up - especially with cutting off food and water after midnight. Once I got taken into the operating room, my actual anesthetist started asking me questions about POTS. He stated that he had heard of it, but only until recently. I started to explain how long I’ve had it. Then I just started word vomiting because this was a whole new experience for me - how I just want some answers but I’m sure they wouldn’t find anything. I had already come to terms with the abdominal migraines starting. He looked at me in the sincerest way and said, “Wow. You’re a strong woman. You’ve been through a lot but you’re so cool about it.” That statement right there hit me. I realized in that moment that, holy shit, I’ve persevered. I’ve climbed a huge hurdle today and I can’t wait to keep climbing.

If you've read this long - just know that I see you and I love you.

[gameraboy2]

Pretty Puppet by Dallas Mayo Cover by Paul Rader