I start a new volunteer gig today. Kindergarten lunch monitor at the elementary school where my two eldest foster children attend Kindergarten and 3rd grade. Big Sis is excited to beat the band at the prospect of seeing me at lunch.
Community Service has long been an essential part of my psychotherapy. I started performing community service back in the 70's when Community Service was still more psychotherapy tool than court sentence. It has allowed me to socialize from a safe social distance while I worked the psychotherapy programs to recover from my childhood conditioning in the kiddie whorehouses.
The triple whammy of my son's non-covidic death, the court dramas attached to orphans and the covidic yaddah blahs has me staggering anew. Methinks I *need* the socialization, but I *want* it about as much as a beaten crazy bitch wolf wants to attend another dog fight.
Breathing. . . Support requested.
So just because the day keeps getting worse, I just found a red nodule cyst like thing on my 4 year old dogs paw. My dogs are obviously my saving grace.So now I have to just not breathe until I can get him to the vet.Make it stop, what have I done, really. It is one thing after another
Hello everyone, I'm a 58 year old man that was recently admitted into the hospital 2 weeks ago with Covid 19 with pneumonia and was put on high flow oxygen to get my oxygen levels into the low 90's. Day 2 they lowered my oxygen flow and I did fine until I started feeling like I was trying to breathe through a wet towel and my oxygen levels sunk into the upper 70's which prompted the staff to...