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Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.

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School dance, Orinda, California, 1950, photo by Wayne F. Miller


School dance, Orinda, California, 1950, photo by Wayne F. Miller

Apr 3


the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.

photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier
(previous posts on the rice terraces of the philippines and vietnam)

Apr 3
Such a cool truck

Such a cool truck


Narwhals travelling along their narwhallian highways to get to Nar-whal-nia

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Mar 8

Surgery went well.

Now I’m strapped to this thing called a cpm machine that bends my arm out and in and im supposed to be in it 8 hours a day, increasing the stretch by 5 degrees every 2 hours. I can straighten my arm to 25 degrees and bend it to 105 now after today, 0-130 being the goal.
Today has been one of considerable pain, even with the meds they gave me.
I suppose I can only heal a little bit each day, but I’m kinda dreading starting physical therapy next week.
They tell me it’s just a pain barrier keeping me from being able to straighten my arm out all the way, but god damn it feels like it just can’t move past where it is.
Anxiously waiting to be healed and back to normal function in my arm.
Excited to be able to pay piano again.

Mar 3

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Mar 3

I feel like I’ve been duped.

I was told I would be able to move my arm around without a sling or a brace after surgery.
Instead I am in more pain than ever before and am told “you should be able to flex your bicep and lift your arm without assistance in a few months”
I thought I was so close to having my life back and now it feels like I’m at square one again and it is just so discouraging.
I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.
I don’t even know what I’m looking forward to now, or when rather. I thought I’d be able to perhaps take the next quarter at De Anza since I had to drop all my classes this semester at West Valley because I couldn’t drive myself to class or sit straight up for hours at a time without being in excruciating pain. Guess that’s not looking so likely.
I really hoped I’d be able to play in the jazz festival in Reno that I signed up for last semester. That isn’t looking so likely.
I can’t wait to cuddle and love and wake up together again. I just want to live my life again so badly. Just when I really thought I was getting it together things seemed to come crashing down, literally in my arm’s case and figuratively in my education and personal life.
I just don’t want to be told by multiple doctors such different times ranging from 3 to 9 months of recovery. I don’t know what to think and it just stresses me out when I know that’s exactly what I don’t need right now.
Other things are stressing me out too, so bad and I just don’t know what to think or how to feel or what to say sometimes.
I itch all over from the meds and the stress makes me scratch and I just make it worse and I just don’t know how to stop.

Mar 2

How are these nurses gonna make me feel like it’s my fault I’m in pain. I just want to be okay and healed, and now that the surgery is over I feel like I’m right back at square one.