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yr Auntie here is unsurprisingly on the "alternative spirituality" side of YouTube, with the tarot readings and the current astrological happenings tracking and the daily Schumann Resonance reports. And yr Auntie is all over the comments, and can see the fear, we might as well name it, even in the spiritual community right now. I'm likening this energy to wave riding in Lake Michigan. Something I first did at six years old, and it's been one of my most favorite activities on

I'm to the point where I was before my hip went south in October. I can get around my house without a mobility aid, and I'm back to just a cane when I go out (unless it's to a place where I need to bring my own seat, then I use a rollator walker or a manual wheelchair, that was pre-bionica thanks to the spinal cord injury). I can even get my own socks and shoes on! This feels like a big life complication resolved, so I'm in high spirits today. I saw my new podiatrist today, a

Guess who hasn't been to PT now in nearly two weeks? Thankfully, I'm doing all my home exercises every day, and healing just fine, but this whole stuck at home while I have a bunch of medical appointments thing is pretty infuriating to someone who takes commitments seriously and hates being unreliable. With a chronically ill body, you'd think I'd be used to being unreliable af and give myself more grace, but I do not. But this is what it looks like outside my bedroom window,

Tomorrow is three weeks post-op, and I have two updates, finally: "Winter Storm Fern" (as a person named Katrina, I hate the practice of naming storms, but shared meaning and all that...) had me miss two PT sessions and my first post-op last week, so all of that has been pushed into this coming week. Since that was when I was supposed to be graduated from my walker back to my cane... I graduated myself. tbh, I've been walking around smaller rooms in my house unassisted. I fee