Dear Democrats In Congress

Jefferies & Schumer are not meeting the moment.

Now is not the time for “sternly worded letters” and disappointed dad speeches.

Now is the time for naming and shaming.

Now is the time for fire and brimstone.

Now is the time meeting fire with fire and if you are not up to then make way for those that can!

Health Update

WARNING: TOO MUCH OVERSHARING AHEAD


Just kidding.

4 weeks post surgery.  Healing continues. Left side of my jaw and chin is still mostly numb, although sensation is definitely coming back and it’s better than it was three weeks ago.

The left side of my face is still a bit swollen, but at least I don’t resemble American Dad like I did when I first got out of the hospital.

(That was no exaggeration. Again sorry, no pictures!)

Despite one side of my jaw and lower lip being numb, my speech is still understandable and everyone says my voice is still pretty much the same as it was prior to surgery. At first it felt like I was speaking with a mouthful of cotton, but that’s dissipated over the past few weeks either because I’ve grown used to it, or because of further healing.

I’m supposedly still NPO, but who am I to follow all the rules? I’ve had swallowing issues for years and have learned to deal with them. Even my doctors say, “Well, you shouldn’t be eating, but since you have developed ways of dealing with the swallowing issues you had before and you feel confident you’re not going to choke…wink wink nudge nudge.”  So right now I’m in a kind of hybrid space. Swallowing is still an issue (as is opening my mouth wide enough to get any normal amount of food shoveled into it), but I know my limits. I have been eating soft foods and drinking, but also continuing to use the feeding tube for medications and the tasteless formula I need to ingest to keep my calorie count up. (Sorry, no pictures.) I’ve also shed the easiest 20 pounds I’ve lost since my last cancer—something I’m not upset about in the least.

The area on my wrist where tissue was harvested to patch the hole left where the tumor was removed from the back of my tongue—while looking awful—is exactly where it should at this point in the healing process according to my surgeon. I keep telling myself that six months from now everything will look normal…or at least close to it. The area on my thigh were they harvested skin to patch my wrist is completely healed although still bright red. (Again, totally normal.)

The back of my tongue on the other hand, looks great. I failed to ask for a photo when he scoped me a week ago. I will remember to do that when I see him next month (and will share it).

My energy level isn’t yet back to what it was prior to all this happening, but again, that’s to be expected. I spend most afternoons napping and then regret it in the evenings as it leaves me feeling more worn out and generally “sick” than I did beforehand. Night time sleep has also been a mess, although last night was the first time I’ve slept longer than in hour-long increments.

The good news in all this is that the surgery got all of the cancer, including the bit that had “nerve and vascular involvement.” No evidence of it spreading to any lymph nodes or anywhere else. Still, my ENT wants to followup with further therapy “just in case.”

Since I went through radiation for my previous cancer, I flat out refused that as his recommended next course of action. I’m not going to put myself through that again and working in the same area as twenty years ago carries—per my radiation oncologist—the very real danger of “blowing out my carotids.” So…

Keeping that in mind, my ENT then suggested Immunotherapy, so that’s my next stop on this journey.  I meet with that oncologist in a couple weeks.

Monday Tiedrich

An increasingly popular conspiracy theory falsely centers around the existence of “med beds,” a fabled medical instrument that does everything from reversing aging to regrowing missing limbs. The theory has grown in popularity among followers of far-right movements like QAnon, some of whom claim to be urgently awaiting a med bed to treat severe health conditions.

that’s right: after spending a hard day trafficking children out of the basement of a pizza parlor that has no basement, Hillary Clinton returns home to Chappaqua, lies down on her medbed, and regrows all her missing limbs.

and it’s not just the email lady who’s benefiting from this mythical tech — so is Bobby Brainworms’ uncle Jack.

The group falsely believes that John F. Kennedy is still alive and youthful, and attributes his remarkable longevity to the curative powers of med beds.

as with all things QAnon, it’s dumb as fuck and makes no sense.

if there really were a medbed, wouldn’t Joe Biden have been using one all along? wouldn’t Donny? wouldn’t Glitch McConnell and the seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight-year-old Chuck Grassley? wouldn’t everyone at the top level of government be running around youthful and getting up into highjinks, as if they were in the movie Cocoon?

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it’s all so obviously bogus, and yet Donny was fooled by a fake video of a fake himself, doing fake things. he saw himself doing things never did, and accepted it without question. holy fucking shit.

Sunday morning, one of Donny’s handlers deleted the video — but the internet never forgets.

folks, this is some crazy fucking shit. we should all be alarmed that the president’s brain has gone fuckity-bye.

none of this is normal.

and it’s becoming increasingly clear that Donny’s own sewer clowns are aware that Dear Leader has gone Full Nutso. they work around him, and feed him disinformation and feel-good stories — and they’ve cut him out of the loop. they don’t even bother to clue him in to their own fuckery any more.