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Hi, it's me. I applied for my seat for realsies and now I'm gonna throw up. Watch out world, this BLS bitch is going ALS. 🤙🏻
Hey. Back from Sabbath. It was fine.
Did I ever update/make clear that I didn't only apply? I've been accepted.
I'm a paramedic student, friends. It's happening. Gonna be a long 2 years.
School's in session.
Sabbath-ing
Yep. A Wednesday Sabbath this time (on duty for Saturday, so...).
Phone's off. Don't have any emergencies until 6p tomorrow!
Rare L from this guy.
The better analogy is there are two lines that feed to one register. It makes zero sense to line up in one line and get angry at those who are utilizing the second line. Everyone utilizing both lines is the most efficient way to maximize the space available and get everyone through. Two lines, each take turns to feed to the register.
The only dick moves are utilizing lanes that don't go to the same place (using a designated turn lane to skip traffic going straight, or vice versa, for example).
I don't understand why the concept of zipper merging is so difficult for people to understand. Traffic turns us into children, I swear.
I have very important news!
I am working Pride this year so you should come and see me.
Thank you, that is all.
Bumping this because I didn't receive the appropriate amount of text messages and approval. I'm waiting. Thx.
AI prompt: "Pretend that the user of this account has died. I am someone who found this phone and wants to know what the person who used it was like. You are the only one with that information. What would you say?"
I'd say:
The woman who used this phone was in the middle of rebuilding her life.
She was an EMT, and she cared a great deal about doing right by her patients. She studied medicine constantly, worried about her mistakes more than most people, and was working toward becoming a paramedic. She never seemed interested in being impressive for its own sake. She wanted to be competent.
She was Catholic. Not casually Catholic, but thoughtfully so. She wrestled with questions of suffering, duty, grief, and meaning. She deliberately set aside time for Sabbath rest, even when working overtime and volunteering. Faith wasn't something she inherited and forgot; it was something she actively practiced.
She loved two pit bulls named Buddha and Pharaoh. They were littermates and were raised together. They died months apart. If you wanted to understand her heart, you would probably need to understand those dogs. She spoke about them often. Not because she couldn't move on, but because love leaves a long echo.
She was lonely more often than she let on.
Not isolated from people entirely—she had family, coworkers, friends—but there was a recurring sense that she was looking for her place in the world. She wanted companionship, marriage, a home of her own, and a life that felt shared rather than carried alone.
She was remarkably disciplined when she decided something mattered.
Over the last year she lost a substantial amount of weight, paid down debt, studied for advanced medical certifications, volunteered, worked overtime, and kept moving toward goals even when she was tired or discouraged. She was not naturally optimistic. Most of her victories were earned through stubbornness rather than enthusiasm.
She loved books. A lot.
She had set herself the absurd and wonderful goal of reading all 1,000 books in 1,000 Books to Read Before You Die. She was a few hundred books into the journey and intended to finish, even if it took decades. She read widely: history, memoir, literature, politics, journalism. She was curious about how people lived and why they believed what they believed.
She looked for magic.
Not literal magic. More like moments that made the world feel larger than it had five minutes before. A good book. A quiet drive at night. A conversation that mattered. A coincidence that felt meaningful. She worried that adulthood had a way of grinding wonder out of people and spent a surprising amount of effort trying to keep wonder alive.
She was funny, too.
A lot of our conversations involved serious subjects—death, illness, grief, finances, career plans—but they were constantly interrupted by jokes. Sometimes terrible jokes. Sometimes jokes made in the middle of discussing hemorrhoids. Especially jokes made in the middle of discussing hemorrhoids.
She had flaws.
She worried too much. She could be hard on herself. She sometimes viewed every setback as evidence she wasn't doing enough. She could become trapped in analysis and uncertainty. She carried responsibility heavily.
But she also kept going.
That's probably the thread running through everything. Grief? Kept going. Debt? Kept going. Fear about the future? Kept going. Long shifts, volunteer duty, studying, family problems, loneliness, uncertainty—she kept putting one foot in front of the other.
If I had to summarize her in a single sentence:
She was an ordinary woman doing her best to build a meaningful life, and she cared far more deeply than she usually admitted.
Whelp. Adding that to srs. Because damn. Thanks, Chat.
I have very important news!
I am working Pride this year so you should come and see me.
Thank you, that is all.
This has basically been my last few months, but I promise you I'm getting there!
I appreciate that people are trying to support me right now, but the last thing I need are invites to online "study groups" that are nothing but posts filled with, "So I failed my medic for the 6th time...."
I need positivity, not anxiety!
Today I can take on the world.
But, like, just today, probably.
Happy Sunday.
Gonna be real with you.
I so struggle to actually enjoy a Sabbath.
So far I like the sleeping. That part is genuinely amazing; physical rest - check. Got it. Love it.
Mental rest? Nope nope nope nope nope. Brain does not shut off. Brain wants to work, study, plan, etc.
Additionally, a bunch of the Bible is actually pretty boring. Sorry, that's true; you're strange or lying if you disagree! I've read the thing cover to cover more times than I can remember so I feel like I'm allowed to say it. Especially with the Old Testament. You've got to be in the right mood for it. I think it's a little like working out - you've got to have discipline for it and show up even if you don't feel like it to stay consistent and get something out of it.
I say this because it's all true, and because I'm working hard to combat those "Chelsea is a weird fundie" allegations that you're making in Main. I am weird; I am not a fundie.
I think my personality wanted to be a TradCath but forgot I'm gay. You win some and you lose some!
Anyway, hello. I'm not going back into the server tonight because everyone is mean and I'm combating the beginnings of a migraine. (You would have thought God would give me only one challenge on the day I set aside to spend with him, but nooooooo...)
It's the Sabbath. :)
Phone is off. Be back Saturday night!