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I am the story I tell myself.
We are the tales we tell each other.

Parts of my life I didn't think I could ever make touch are coming into intimate contact. I feel in a strange way as if I'm coming home to something after a very long time away from it.

Sun and Moon rise and fall. Stars turn. Season of Fire passes as heat turns to cool and our challenges evolve.

Spirit of Cancer, rising wave, I invite you to make your mark upon me, to wash over and through me, to help me answer the calls of others and help them answer mine.

Xalki, trainer, thank you for your coaching. You've taught me what I don't know and reminded me what I do. May I be as supportive of others when I offer my assistance to them.

The Work Continues.

Remember:
You are the only one in the world like you. You are important -- you matter -- just by virtue of bearing that unique vision into the universe.

I'm glad you're here. I hope you stay with us as long as you can.

The world can a scary place, full of loudness and anger, but it can be beautiful, and it's moreso because you're part of it.

Be good to yourself, please. There's nobody in the world who can replace you, and you have so much light to share just by virtue of being you.

One of my coworkers has been a shordurpursav, talking frankly with me about medical anxiety and how much worse the stress over medical problems can be than the medical problems themselves. Another regaled me with stories of his radiation therapy and how he sometimes wonders whether the cure and its lifelong side effects were worse than the disease. Organics are a terrible platform for sentience and I want to be uploaded now.

At least I don't hurt.

Tomorrow, hopefully I can go back to work and not feel like my body is going to rebel on me.

Purple Asparagus

https://awoo.space/media/qoCgcszHeyxgC7JO14g

"No, buni, you don't need a buni Tarot."
"No, buni, nettles do make good swords, but this is not a good project."
"No, buni, you cannot remake the pentacles using carrot chips."
"No, buni, cabbages make very silly cups."
"No, buni, asparagus are not good substitute for wands."
"No, buni, you cannot replace all the people on the tarot decks with bunnies."
"No, buni, the Tower doesn't need to be a flooded burrow."
"No, buni, the Devil is not a cat."

"Combat" started life as a logotype for the French anarchist newspaper "Le Combat Social." It began life as only the ten letters needed to print the title. A hundred years later, the French libre foundry Velvetyne completed the font and released it to the public under the SIL Open Font License v1.1.

https://fontlibrary.org/en/font/combat
http://velvetyne.fr/fonts/combat/

I expect to be using this a lot in the future.

So, something is weird between Awoo and my VPN. I'm not getting auto-updates, and when I scroll back for historical posts, I don't think I'm getting them all because I see tons of replies to things for which I never see the original posts. If I miss something important, please forgive me. I'm sorting out the technical issues to try to figure out what's wrong.

Resolved to not feel bad about taking the day off to heal and turned off my alarms. Slept until noon. Apparently I actually am sick. Quel surprix.

Damnit. I want my diagnostic menu and my safe dishwasher instructions already. If I can get through the day without needing an azo to stop the shaky twitchy, I'll go back tomorrow.

I think I'm going to have to just say "if I'm still having to take a pain pill to get through the day, I'm not well yet," even if I still feel like I'm well. I'm on a seven-day course of antibiotics which is known to cause explosive runs (Cipro). If I say "I'm working from home because I can't trust the bus," my coworkers will understand.

Great Work this stresses me out.

Tried to go back to work today. Sat down, within an hour I'm doing the same tension and shakiness despite the antibiotic.

Damnit. I do not want to have to go to the hospital.