wear sunscreen. even if you're wearing clothes wear sunscreen. reapply every two hours or at least what it says on the container.
I'm not kidding. it's annoying, i get it. wear it.
I don't want to see waves and waves of the left fighting with melanoma in ten years even if it only ends up being 0.1% of you. you will be there longer than you expect, either because cops or because other things.
and you sure aren't going to be as useful at the next event when you're still nursing peeling sunburns. wear it.
I've had freckles my entire life. I put on sunblock for a ten minute dog walk. You can do it for a protest, I believe in you
it also makes you wrinkle slower if you need more motivation
sometimes soba and udon will just decide that they need to go to the same place at the same time and suddenly they are doing this
So I guess I'm supposed to say something? I guess?
Most folks reading this are probably aware that I'm disabled. My legs don't work right and every say is a challenge even at the most basic levels. In fact, some of y'all newer folks may not know this, but I spent last year in the hospital. I was completely unable to walk or sit up or stand for the majority of the year.
I have since relearned how to walk, though it is extremely challenging. I live alone, and while it's a blessing in some ways to be able to inhabit my space in my own way, it does put everything on my shoulders and my legs in particular. Some days standing to cook or clean or other activities for prolonged periods is impossible, and I need to get groceries delivered rather than go to the store directly. (I cannot walk around a store for an hour straight. It is genuinely impossible.)
This all is why I often ask for help. All these things are expensive, as is rent, and for those of you who don't know, in Ontario the maximum rental assistance is $582 a month. That, you may be thinking, is ridiculous, and you would be correct. It is just a hair more than half my rent, and that is supposed to be enough to keep a roof over my head.
There are additional allowances for food and necessities from disability, which all go to paying rent and bills, leaving next to nothing for actual necessities.
So, this Disability Pride Month, I'm going to ask for help again, overcoming the obstacles that are put in place by the system that is ostensibly meant to keep me alive, yet while I was hospitalized, the information packet I was given in my room was literally bookmarked to the section on MAID (Medical Assistance In Dying).
You can help via Kofi or PayPal jebwrench@gmail.com
As I'm not completely sure how much longer my finances will hold out now that I've restocked medical supplies.