I stayed in bed because my emotional self regulation was bad.
Mike called. He had a horrific day. He had to lay people off. He had nine ounces of scotch in him and didn’t even sound drunk. He’s going to bring me potting soil tomorrow.
Where will the economy go? Will we all be slaves, in the future?
The 40 second Philippino style mask will work in a pinch but I need ones I can tie.
Katie’s promised a social distancing walk on Sunday, I’m so looking forward to it.
Another agent has rejected me. It’s okay. I’ll be dead before any of these books take off, it’s kinda how things are going to work with me. I already got issued all my luck, I can’t expect more.
above-noted link goes to a frog knocking a bug off a wall. IT IS SO FUNNY
below-noted link goes to a visualization of the cause of death stats in the US
He’s a doc in London UK
Leora Horwitz a doc in NYC says and I quote
I kept underestimating their exertional hypoxia. Learned my lesson when I transferred one pt to lower acuity floor and he had a syncopal event getting from wheelchair to new bed. Walked all patients with pulse ox prior to d/c.
IF YOU HAVE A PULSEOX —use it—-
Curioser and curioser