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flamingswordMy friend number5ev3n proposed that we write down what we are doing now that we are not having our attention hijacked by a website designed less to provide us content how we want it and more to manipulate us to keep scrolling and provide advertising to us for someone else's gain.
I have been knitting a Gryffindor scarf and worrying about my mom and fussing over her in the hospital.
There is so much fussing, y'all. I rub her feet because she has some rapidly fading nerve pain in her toes and heel. I adjust pillows, call the nurse when she needs something but instinctively doesn't want to "bother anyone" with her pain, even though it is their literal job. I help her find things and bring her things she has cravings for, like candy canes. I help her to the bathroom and scrub her back with a washcloth because it itches.
I figure it is good training for when she is older and physically weaker, and this part of her care I am good at. I am good at patience now, and I am glad that if this had to happen, that it is happening now when I am mentally prepared for taking care of someone, and all of the detail work that takes. I am glad to not be someone who resents other people's helplessness, or who imposes my expectations onto their body.
I have tumblr's social justice community to thank for that, weirdly enough.
number5ev3n proposed that we write down what we are doing now that we are not having our attention hijacked by a website designed less to provide us content how we want it and more to manipulate us to keep scrolling and provide advertising to us for someone else's gain. I have been knitting a Gryffindor scarf and worrying about my mom and fussing over her in the hospital.
There is so much fussing, y'all. I rub her feet because she has some rapidly fading nerve pain in her toes and heel. I adjust pillows, call the nurse when she needs something but instinctively doesn't want to "bother anyone" with her pain, even though it is their literal job. I help her find things and bring her things she has cravings for, like candy canes. I help her to the bathroom and scrub her back with a washcloth because it itches.
I figure it is good training for when she is older and physically weaker, and this part of her care I am good at. I am good at patience now, and I am glad that if this had to happen, that it is happening now when I am mentally prepared for taking care of someone, and all of the detail work that takes. I am glad to not be someone who resents other people's helplessness, or who imposes my expectations onto their body.
I have tumblr's social justice community to thank for that, weirdly enough.