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tj_dragonbladeGahd, my immune system is crap this year. (headdesks)
(lifts head again, bleary-eyed) Either that, or I'm under attack by some vicious mutated Alaskan breed of allergies.
Whatever it is, I'm tired of it.
And, because I seriously *seriously* do:
"I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you think homophobia is wrong. "
(lifts head again, bleary-eyed) Either that, or I'm under attack by some vicious mutated Alaskan breed of allergies.
Whatever it is, I'm tired of it.
And, because I seriously *seriously* do:
"I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you think homophobia is wrong. "
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Date: 2005-08-11 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-11 04:40 am (UTC)I testimony at j00!
Date: 2005-08-11 04:32 pm (UTC)Then my chiropractor told me that I've got a lot of scar tissue in the area that has nerves controlling the adrenal glands, which was probably making my adrenal system osscillate between overdoing it and burnt out and contributing to a lot of my health complaints.
The thing is, he taught me, a lot of it can be helped by taking lots of vitamin C. Aparently a burst of adrenaline (from stress at work or as a mom, in your case?) (or from a random panic attack because they're malfunctioning, in mine) consumes huge amounts of vitamin C in the body, leaving none for the immune system and body-rebuilding.
So he recommended I take at least 2000 mg (2 grams) of vitamin C each day, and if my body copes with that (symptom of too much is "soft stool" as the body gets rid of any excess via the bowels -- it's not dangerous as long as you don't go to such extremes that you get dehydrated!), increase by 500 mg each day, up to 5000 mg (5 grams) if my body can handle that, depending on weight and body composition and how much my adrenals are gulping down before the rest of my body can have it.
So, I started the vitamin C therapy he recommended last winter, got huge amounts of concentration back, lost the general anxiety feelings, and lo, found my ability to write after so many years! The balance of things has shifted and that's gone away again temporarily but it definitely feels only temporary, and in the meantime I haven't gotten sick with anything more than one minor cold this year, when I used to be almost constantly sick.
Might be worth trying?
In the meantime, *makes you nice hot tea and pets your head* take care of yourself and get better!
Re: I testimony at j00!
Date: 2005-08-12 06:33 am (UTC)Also, a funny thing: I read your comment in my email at work this morning; and it was just as I finished it that one of my co-workers came by and dropped a bag of vitamin C tablets on my desk and told me to start taking some after she'd heard the congestion in my voice. ^_^; She apparently carries them with her, and swears by their effectiveness. So.
Anyway. A dose of Nyquil, a noseful of decongestant, and I'm off to bed. Hopefully to sleep.