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kindkitI've been sleeping badly for a couple of months (sleeping restlessly and waking up too early) and for the last week or so, having persistent back pain.
So yesterday I finally remembered the stash of muscle relaxants that I still have from my bout with sciatica last winter. Took a cyclobenzaprine at bedtime, slept for nine hours, took a four hour nap this afternoon, and I feel almost human again. Plus my back barely hurts. Thank you, Big Pharma!
I'm going to take another one tonight, and hope that two solid nights of sleep will reset me to sleep normally.
Unrelated, a thing that will only make sense if you're on Twitter: I just had occasion to recall a time when somebody posted on Twitter about how bookstore customers should take politically-bad books and hide them elsewhere in the store. And I responded that this only hurts bookstore workers and isn't actually a politically radical act.
I got told that this was the moral equivalent of Eichmann's "just following orders."
(Okay, a brief primer: there is Discourse happening right now, because a disabled trans person who can sometimes be very irritating about social justice* got doxxed by actual fascists and was revealed to work [part time, as an admin, because he needs health insurance] for Lockheed-Martin. Cue a whole bunch of "leftists," many of whom are neither disabled nor trans, gleefully calling him a collaborator, a murderer, and comparing him to secretarial staff in a concentration camp. Also trotting this out for anyone defending him in any way whatsoever, including just pointing out that a weapons-making corporation is still not a concentration camp.
*And who's been the target of transphobes for a while, at least since he did a big thread about the transphobia and racism and general awfulness of That One Book Where Everyone With A Y Chromosome Dies and Is Sent to Literal Hell.
If you're not on Twitter and this is the first you're hearing of the whole mess, be glad.)
In cheerier news, my story is really truly almost done. I'm halfway through the final edit. Will probably post it tomorrow.
So yesterday I finally remembered the stash of muscle relaxants that I still have from my bout with sciatica last winter. Took a cyclobenzaprine at bedtime, slept for nine hours, took a four hour nap this afternoon, and I feel almost human again. Plus my back barely hurts. Thank you, Big Pharma!
I'm going to take another one tonight, and hope that two solid nights of sleep will reset me to sleep normally.
Unrelated, a thing that will only make sense if you're on Twitter: I just had occasion to recall a time when somebody posted on Twitter about how bookstore customers should take politically-bad books and hide them elsewhere in the store. And I responded that this only hurts bookstore workers and isn't actually a politically radical act.
I got told that this was the moral equivalent of Eichmann's "just following orders."
(Okay, a brief primer: there is Discourse happening right now, because a disabled trans person who can sometimes be very irritating about social justice* got doxxed by actual fascists and was revealed to work [part time, as an admin, because he needs health insurance] for Lockheed-Martin. Cue a whole bunch of "leftists," many of whom are neither disabled nor trans, gleefully calling him a collaborator, a murderer, and comparing him to secretarial staff in a concentration camp. Also trotting this out for anyone defending him in any way whatsoever, including just pointing out that a weapons-making corporation is still not a concentration camp.
*And who's been the target of transphobes for a while, at least since he did a big thread about the transphobia and racism and general awfulness of That One Book Where Everyone With A Y Chromosome Dies and Is Sent to Literal Hell.
If you're not on Twitter and this is the first you're hearing of the whole mess, be glad.)
In cheerier news, my story is really truly almost done. I'm halfway through the final edit. Will probably post it tomorrow.
