After 3 seasons, the last episode of Star Trek: Picard aired on April 20, 2023. Picard (Patrick Stewart) and his friends took a final stand to save Earth from a Borg Invasion. Picard travelled to Jupitor to face off with the Borg Queen (Alice Krige) and a Borg assimilated Jack Crusher (Ed Speleers) aboard a giant Borg Cube. Walter Koening, who played Chekov in Star Trek the original series, returned to play Anton Chekov who was the President of Earth and an ancestor of his former role. Beverly Crusher (Gates McFadden) was promoted to Admiral and made head of Starfleet Medical. Seven (Jeri Ryan) was promoted to Captain. Tim Russ also reprised his role of Tuvok. John de Lancie also made a surprise appearance as Q. ("The Last Generation", Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek TV Event)
au where raffi discovers the 21st century concept of ‘escape rooms’ + makes the la sirena crew try out increasingly complicated holo-escape rooms that she’s found..... until the rest of the crew refuse to take part anymore because raffi’s just singlehandedly solving them in like 10 minutes flat whilst the rest of them are occasionally allowed to unlock a padlock or read out a clue for her
"My whole life for the past 14 years has been one long slide into humiliation and rage."
Thinking about the fact that it's 14 years since I really started to fall apart health-wise. And while there have been varying parts that have been steeper slide than others, I feel like humiliation and rage are both pretty damn perpetual feelings when you have severe Crohn's.
Humiliation? The soft kind, like feeling humiliated because you're left out of things because you've been unable to go along for a while so you're dropped, forgotten. The hard kind, like making sure your half hour walk to work has at least five public bathrooms along the way. Like dealing with a temporary colostomy at 23. Like having your bag leak the second time you sleep with someone. Like wearing period undies every day not because you're menstruating but because you can't trust your gut not to let you down.
Rage? At all of the above. At the way that your twenties were stolen from you and your thirties are still unpredictable at beat. At the 'oh IBD? yeah I have IBS too' replies. At the having to soothe your mother through the possibility that she might need an ostomy (at 71). At feeling so behind on life because of all of the above. At not being able to take any over the counter painkillers besides panadol. At not having the ability to spend extensive time overseas because of your medical needs and expensive drugs.
I try not let my Crohn's control my life or to focus on it too much. Or if I do, I try to focus on the fact that I haven't needed surgery in 9 years. Or that I haven't been hospitalised for a couple of years now. But days like today, with no obvious trigger, with no cooperation after dosing on loperamir and tramadol... I just want to scream.
Help me carry this weight
That's dragging me down
Pull me out of the drink
Before I start to drown
Let the wreckage all sink
To where the fishes are frightening
I wanna hear mvself think again
I wanna hear myself think again
~ “Frightening Fishes”— co-written by Tom Howe and Death Cab for Cutie's Ben Gibbard.