Surgery Recovery Update

Surgery Recovery Update

Day 4

My blood sugar won’t stay up. I’m constantly on the cusp of a low BECAUSE I CAN’T EAT ANYTHING WITH ENOUGH ACTUAL CARBS. Eating is painful, nothing tastes the way it should, and I can’t eat anything of actual substance. I am exhausted. There are ten more days of recovery. I have school next week.

I want to fight God over this shit.

First day back at school-- I already hate it (I had to get out of bed)

Self destructive behavior pertaining to disability isn’t talking about enough

Forcing yourself to do activities that you know will hurt your body is bad!

Making yourself not use your mobility aid when you know you need it is bad!

Not taking your medicine because you want to get worse or just don’t care anymore is bad!!!!!

I think that mental illness can definitely manifest differently for disabled people. It’s not rlly talked about because this all stuff that ableds see as inspiring or us pushing through. It is just harmful behavior.

Since every single disabled person is or has been mentally ill this stuff is just seen as normal.

Surgery Recovery Update

Day 6

I am unable to open my mouth wide enough to eat anything. It is getting easier to talk, still painful, but I can’t eat anything because of how swollen my throat and jaw are.

8 more days 🙏 and I can finally eat bacon and cheeseburgers again

award-winning palestinian children's illustrator baraa awoor writes:

"what use is it to be an illustrator of children's books when the world has sentenced the children of your country to the death penalty, to vanish, to genocide?"

some of baraa's illustrations:

this is an illustration for youssef, whose mother is remembered running desperately into the hospital asking if anyone had seen a "small white boy with beautiful curly hair, his name is youssef," a description which was remembered by millions when she finally identified his body:

this illustration is for young omar, who was hugging his little brother and teaching him how to repeat the shahada after him (a prayer spoken by muslims before their death) as he lay on his hospital bed:

"we want a new year that doesn't kill us or our children, we want it a year without blood, without screaming, without pain, we want a new attempt to get our lives back, or something that resembled our life, even if life is a lie we still cling to it, return life to us—a new year's card unlike any other year:"