I'm sitting in bed waiting for this last recipe to drop from a balloon in Animal Crossing & I'm thinking.
I've been sick the past couple of days with what I assume (and hopefully is) the bi-/tri-yearly changing of the seasons infection I always get. This year obviously is 1/
With all of these variables & circumstances, daily I wake up, see what is going on via @jimbuctwit & calculate in my head the risks of the day. It's something that I started doing around April to calm my anxiety 5/
3.4%. That's it. In SD these are the only hospitals that are fully equipped for trauma to this degree. Not based on anything else but staffing & funding. Other hospitals are rural hospitals 11/
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Updated Saturday, November 28, 2020.
— SDJim (@jimbuctwit) November 28, 2020
Today on the DoH site:
ICU bed availability:
Avera McK 3.4%
Sanford USD 0.0%
Monument RC 0.0%
I said I was laying in bed. As I'm laying in bed I have my mask to the side of me, as I usually do when I get the bi-/tri-yearly infection from hell when the seasons change. I wear it always when I go to the bathroom or any shared area. 12/
But now? Now it can escalate to something that I don't want to fathom. I'm immunocompromised, but young. I get sick easily. What if this is Covid-19? 13/
All of these thoughts that I've suppressed for so long are racing through my head so fast that one 15/
I look at the mask beside me and wonder how many nights like this would have not happened. Not nights of 'what ifs' like me, but nights of grief & loss; nights of worry & stress wondering if 16/
Their pain is immeasurable & we will never know the full extent of it - and we should.
All for entitlement labeled 'freedom'.
Freedom isn't doing what you want. It's doing what you need so that you can continue 17/
But this fear; I know this feeling. It's an anxiety attack building to a panic attack. But instead of some irrational thought I have to tell myself is dumb & will never happen, I know I can't do that right now, because honestly, it might. 18/
I need this balloon.
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I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.