Suddenly tonight, I started sneezing my ass off (again – hopefully the Benadryl and its sleep-inducing brain fog will kick in). I’m starting to trace these allergy attacks back to 2 things: wind and chemtrail spraying. (For those of you who don’t “believe in” the latter, get a clue. I know the people who usually write about it on the internet are a little “off”, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s real and that something ain’t right.)
So before I do lose my head (either to the inflammation or the Benadryl), I thought I’d babble about something. I decided I’d try and recognize the good when I saw it. Like this weekend’s Functional Medicine class – finally, for once, it’s in our town. And finally, it doesn’t take more than 15 minutes to get there…on side streets, no less.
Or like the fact that enough people are getting pissed at BO. To the point where the individual states are filing suits or protests or whatever saying they’re not going to go along with whatever dream the white house is pulling out of their anal orifice. It’s good to know that there are various grassroots movements designed (hopefully) to realign our country with the ideas and spirit that made us great. Recent examples include the Tea Party, Take America Back, Borders-Language-Culture, and Libertarian party growth. It’s a sign of health that there are more party-unaffiliated independents to have to appeal to and win over, versus card-carrying party members voting straight party tickets without thinking twice or investigating the character and qualifications of their chosen candidates.
Or the fact that the parents are on the way home – they’ll be in Oklahoma by tomorrow, Texas by sometime on Monday. Besides a week around Thanksgiving to mourn a neighbor’s violent death and help the surviving widow pick up the pieces, and a 2-week stay for our graduation a few weeks later and Christmas a couple weeks after that, it has been more than a year and a half since they’ve actually been home. With doctors’ visits, Residency card expiration, bureaucratic red tape, and physical inability (or less ability) to travel, there hasn’t been much room for opportunity up until now. Hopefully now we can all make up for some lost time.
Last but not least? The Benadryl is kicking in, slowly but surely, which means that sleep is close at hand and I have a prayer of being able to breathe tonight.