#fuckcovid19 — Public Fediverse posts

#fuckcovid19 #mer1 #queensgraffiti #nycgraffiti

we need a #healthCare system that also works 5pm to 9am for those of us whose bodies do not fully wake up until 3pm.

#fuckCancer
#fuckCOVID19

am at an oncology radiation doctors’ office and it's only the older Asian, Black & Latine folks wearing masks. one young wwoman walked in with mask. the young white Latina that left didn't wear one.

this is what the banality of bioterrorism looks like 😡

#fuckCancer #fuckCOVID19

am afrocarib, so i know my cow-dairy issues (which, btw, i don't have with goat milk products like Manchego cheese).

but am flabbergasted by how fast it triggers my asthma and all the related symptoms; which also are symptoms of #LongCOVID but not necessarily of #chemo.

so here's what i wonder: could LC19 on some people be the consequence of allergic reactions they don't know they have?

we need work done on the connection of allergies and COVID.

anyway, #fuckCancer #fuckCOVID19

/fin

OOH! OOH!

when i got back home, there was a telescopic doohickey waiting for me.

i have never been this happy to be, finally, visibly disabled.

#LongCOVID has fucked my post #chemo symptoms in really random ways. the shortness of breath is one thing but it’s another when that messes with your balance because your body is shaking for being out of breath.

i can go back to walking unassisted and, hopefully with my #fuckCancer #fuckCOVID19 masks, it’ll help keep away superspreader #cochinos

TIL my veins are in their own ANW, Exathlon obstacle course and refuse to stay put for an IV.

i look forward to not needing surgery in a long while cuz am sick of this shit.

today i had my first adult #ActuallyAutistic meltdown.

wailed when i couldn't find my winter cape. it was in my closet but the thought of leaving the apartment without it had me shaking & crying.

so TIL+ that i depend on my homemade cloaks as emotional support outwear.

anyways #fuckCancer and #fuckCOVID19 forever /fin

never buy a nebulizer at Walgreens. they sell the fucking worse. #asthma #fatigue #fuckCancer #fuckCOVID19

but on a more personal note:

i don't just want to survive #cancer. i want to thrive and prosper and body slam it out of existence.

i want to do all the things in all my bucket lists and grow old seeing my sons grow awesome and prosper.

so #fuckCancer #fuckCOVID19 and may 2024 be the year we all thrive and prosper in spite of it all.

today was the first time i went out to a food market in weeks.

crowding wasn't that bad but, JFC #COVID19 #fatigue is real. i was just getting the hang of managing my #cancer #chemo fatigue. now this has made it worse.

#fuckCOVID19 #fuckCancer and fuck every asswipe who won't wear a mask.

so how's your day going, my lovely antifascistas?

IN OTHER NEWS

so i had a spazz #AuADHD moment and i realized the reason my voice has been cracking a lot during this #fuckCOVID19 ordeal is that i am not speaking in my natural voice. i just reckoned i speak in falsetto.

how many of you, especially women, are aware of this? that you speak in falsetto and not in your natural voice.

there's a guy in a cooking show that kinda annoys me because he uses a weird falsetto and now am reckoning, i speak in a falsetto too!

IN OTHER NEWS

so, i was freaking out a little because i was feeling really low-energy and fatigued today and was like, WTF #fuckCOVID19 it's been over a week; but i reckoned am not drinking enough coffee since i went to the hospital.

so i got that going for me.

am on my last dose of antivirals. still coughing but feeling less fatigued with each passing day.

am taking to heart what i've read from the MD and epidemiology #fediverse, so am forcing myself to rest; to let my body heal properly.

#fuckCOVID19 and the hatemongers who continue to use it to wage biological warfare.

welp... am definitely getting better because i have been craving a hamburger since yesterday, after i found some ground beef in the freezer. i just made myself a triple decker cheeseburger with fried onions and wolfed that thang like i was a Michael Phelps bulking for the Olympics. don't even care it's gonna go all to my ass. totally worth it.

and #fuckCOVID19 #fuckCancer

are you even sick if jello isn't one of your convalescence food groups?
#fuckCOVID19

@blogdiva Bald is beautiful. You could get a huge wig collection. Not a lot of wigs - huge-ass wigs. Make a statement, lol.

Also, #fuckCancer and #fuckCOVID19

Y'ALL!

you know the first thing i did when i got home from the hospital? went straight to the shower. needed to get the stench of death and despair off my body.

i even cut most of my hair off.

when i woke up in the room with the demented lady, i look at my pillow and there was hair everywhere like in a goddamn Hawthorne southern gothic.

took those scissors and chopped most of it off. my melon hasn't been this bereft of hair since i was like 16 years old.

#fuckCancer and #fuckCOVID19

It’s a bittersweet challenge these days to figure out, much less practice, what it means to “live like the world is dying.” After nearly three pandemic years, given how much has died, “living life” can feel more elusive than ever.

I’ve been thinking a lot—on obsessive #FuckCOVID19 walks again—about an observation that @mbsycamore made in a tweet-story recently: we squandered the “we take care of each other” opening at the pandemic’s start and now the widespread loss of “communal care” feels “all the more brutal.” Especially when the abandonment of collective care for all (emphasis on “all”) occurs too often now in our own circles, as if the pandemic were over. That “squandering” has been cutting me to the core.

So it was not merely an honor to be asked to join @margaret and @house.of.hands for an episode of Live Like the World Is Dying; it felt reinvigorating to hear their words on the joy of living anarchism for life.

https://www.liveliketheworldisdying.com/s1e55-cindy-barukh-milstein-on-trying-anarchism-for-life/

Since we recorded that podcast, many days haven’t feel reinvigorating. And even when recording it over a month ago, I was speaking/dreaming of the world I yearn for and wish I lived in, not the one I inhabit, as if voicing my aspirations can conjure them into existence.

I’ve been reflecting on that a lot ever since, but keenly once the podcast came out. I was struck by the unusual number of folks who messaged me to say that listening to this episode gave them “care,” “kindness,” and “love”—and reasons to go on with “living life” for themselves and others.

Around that same time, some friends who I hadn’t heard from in a while randomly reached out to me for a catch-up phone call, text exchange, or walk—just when I desperately needed extra support. Their words gave me “care,” “kindness,” and “love”—and reasons to go on with “living life” for myself and others.

I write. And talk. So even if I’ve forgotten of late, I know that words count—as political practice, as lifeline and love letter, and as the stories that we swap to tangibly reshape this miserable world for the better.

Let’s reinvigorate #CommunalCare with words that remind us to engage in life-giving deeds.

#WeAreAllWeHave
#NoOneLeftBehind
#PathsTowardUtopia
#TryAnarchismForLife

(photos: Live Like the World Is Dying logo, which is a drawing of a camo-green gas mask with yellow and white flowers growing out of it, promoting the episode I did on “Trying Anarchism for Life”; “you are loved” street heart, black words written on a pink heart, attached to a tree, as seen in Tio’tia:ke/Montreal, summer 2022)