I'm wearing red today in honor of all those women, like me, who can't really go on strike.
I don't think this particular protest was all that well thought out as I don't see the handful of people not working making enough of a global impact as, say, the march did last month.
But ok, fine. red.
In more personal news: there is something wrong with my optic nerve.
I have been told to not worry but that I need a ton of tests with special machines that need special technicians so... I get to wait a MONTH before the tests.
But not to worry.
Worry causes stress. Stress causes inflammation. Inflammation makes my vision go bye-bye.
So, Don't Worry.
It's two years ago this month that your retina detached. And they sent you to a specialist. And then you pretty much had emergency surgery. But. DON'T Worry! It's only been two and a half years. I mean, what are the chances that you could develop spontaneous glaucoma in your good eye and then have the retina detach in that eye and THEN have optic nerve issues in that same eye all within three years?
So DON'T WORRY!
(should I buy a lottery ticket?)
For reals, worrying can make things worse.
Think I'll go eat my feelings.