I went to my posts surgery checkup and according to my doctor, it’s healing slowly, but that’s to be expected with my medical history. She was happy to see that I got through the worst of the pain and am on the mend. However, she was highly confused when she realized my surgical stitches had already dissolved completely, even though the wound isn’t done healing. Apparently, I am, was, and probably will be a freak of nature all my life, and I quite enjoy the “surprising the doctors” energy I have. Still can’t sit, but that’ll get better soon.

these tariffs are killing us we are already disabled and broke and now the things we need to be slightly less disabled cost like twice as much woof

Today I received an important update on my psychiatric diagnosis. I probably have autism too, aside from schizophrenia. I just need to complete a questionnaire to confirm the diagnosis.

Worst part about support groups is that often everyone else ends up getting better except me, then they move on

I finally fell asleep about two hours after I wrote the last post. While they were fighting I was on my phone scrolling (and posting) wondering if I should intervene. Anyway things cleared up. I got my sleep. I read about Chinese history and boned up on anatomy (hehehe).

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Hi everyone, I’m Onandrah

I’m a proud trans woman and disabled refugee currently living in a settlement camp in . I fled Uganda after the passing of the anti-gay bill…it became too dangerous for someone like me to live freely and safely. Now, I’m doing my best to survive and hold on to hope even in very difficult conditions.

I also live with HIV, which adds another layer to my daily struggles especially with limited access to healthcare and support. Being in a space like this, where we can speak openly and support one another, means a lot.

Sometimes life feels like too much, but I’m still here. And if you’re still here too, I want you to know you’re not alone. I see you. I’m rooting for all of us.

Sending love and strength from Gorom Camp in South Sudan. Onandrah

My screaming neighbour got interrupted by another neighbour who started slamming om her door screaming at her. Violence has been threatened, stuff has been thrown in both directions.
I am not equipped for this.

I forgot to eat all day so now I’m hungry but it’s too late to eat. This is a conundrum. I should eat smarter

I’m tired

Was helping my sibling out yesterday with some health insurance stuff, their treatment had been stalled so needed to see their primary care provider but the mf was in a different system all together. Navigating the insurance site to change it was a nightmare so I was coaching them what to say on the phone and I think we got a doctor that exists. Beforehand I was just calling up clinics to confirm if these doctors even were real and it was a pain… pretty sure the insurance site was just using ai to scrape local doctors around here not really checking to see if they were real and that rightly pisses me off. At least the lady on the phone was way more helpful

They say youth is wasted on the young. Well, I say health is wasted on the healthy. All these people with able bodies and good health, ruining it with junk food or other habits, sitting indoors doomscrolling all day when they could be outside doing activities. I wish to be able bodied again. I want to hike for miles along the coast instead of sitting around frustrated.

I’ve been focused on my health lately, and I just got out of the hospital (maintenance, not emergency). Even if I don’t improve my condition I’ve at least been improving my reaction to it and stress from it, blahblahblah. That said, I’m basically under house arrest since I’m so goddamn fatigued, and I may have a long trial-and-error period with new medications coming up. I know I’m doing what’s best for both my physical and my mental health but it’s a major bummer to not be able to be involved in any organizing at a time like this. I hope that I can achieve some sort of stability soon and can pick things back up, even if it’s not on the front lines. @Frank@hexbear.net had a great comment here a while back that I’m trying to keep in mind:

Whenever folks express dismay that they can’t do cool activism stuff on the front lines i try to remind them that an army marches on it’s stomach and there’s lots of logistics things that need to be done that don’t involve marches and protest camps. Handling phones, making food, taking care of kids, coordinating intelligence, teaching classes and sharing expert knowledge. Many people can fight for a cause in ways that go beyonf the highly visible stereotypes of what protesting looks like but our society makes people think they’re useless if they can’t play tennis with tear gas cannisters.

Med students are having chatgpt do their ethics exams. I don’t have a comment. Just a statement.

I’m back to be able to wear shoes comfortably at last. My surgical wounds have pretty much healed and aren’t painful any more. The black cloud is my bloody tendon, still inflamed. But at least I’m able to walk around outside for about 5 minutes a time, three times a day. Better than being trapped indoors permanently, but still frustrating. I am so desperate to be able to walk more. But it’s thanks to this community helping me get the things I needed that my surgeries are finally over and healed, and my landlady’s car is usable again and for that I couldn’t be more thankful.