A #diarist of over 3million words. I post snippets, snapshots, & sometimes-weird thoughts. Maybe. (Less active here since Nov 2022.) 🐘@lelindepage@home.social
Nov 16, 2022 • 12 tweets • 9 min read
@TRyanGregory@Wikisteff If I may, I'd like to contribute data to this "RSV & immunity debt/theft" thread.
In the US, the 2021 data looks a bit different. RSV wasn't absent in 2021.
Click around the states on this CDC "RSV" map to view Percent Positive & Detections graphs. 1/ cdc.gov/surveillance/n…@TRyanGregory@Wikisteff In 2021, RSV arrived in August. This year is the same.
Here in the US (as elsewhere), hospitals are currently overwhelmed by kids with RSV/flu/covid. In 2021, US hospitals were similarly overwhelmed, but the source was cited as covid, not RSV. 2/ npr.org/sections/healt…
Mar 3, 2022 • 13 tweets • 4 min read
I am 16, writing about how my hands hurt.
I am 20; a doctor dismisses me as "too young" to have chronic pain.
I am 26: sharp stabs pierce my forearms, and I drop things. Coworkers call me clumsy.
I am 32; doc says I wear wrist braces "too often."
I am today, defeated. #tinytruth
This tinytruth was inspired by:
Lately it has been the motto I fall back on whenever I feel like giving up.
I want more from my society. I don't want to live in one that bases legislation on fear of the other.
1/7
I don't want a society that doesn't educate its members on how to critically think about an issue, use fact-based sources or how to coherently argue a position.
2/7
Feb 10, 2022 • 12 tweets • 3 min read
There's something to be said here about who gets to decide which names are "unusual" and which are "common."
Depending on your language, culture, geography, gender identity, et cetera, a name that seems unusual to you might be common elsewhere.
A familiar name that feels "intuitive" to pronounce—for you—depends on language(s) you speak & which names you hear used in your communities.
Feb 8, 2022 • 5 tweets • 2 min read
"Writing a book there?" the café stranger asks, thumbing his novel.
"A journal," I say. I'd been assessing his shoes; dust coats his boots and cascades up Carhartt pant legs. Perhaps carpentry or construction—like my brother.
"There must be a lot happening in your life," he says,
gazing out the window. His tone is curious, friendly: "You're just writing away."
"I've always done it. Since I was 8."
"In the same book?"
"Different ones."
"Hm," he nods. "Maybe everything you've written will become a book. Your life story."
I smile. "I don't think my life's
