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Story time:  When I was around 17 or 18 I got dengue fever. It was horrible and my symptoms lasted for weeks. The symptoms were extreme fatigue, joint pain, and the threat of getting the “worse type” of dengue where you have internal bleeding.  I got to go home after seeing a Dr. I had to go to the clinic every day to get blood drawn to check my platlets levels. It was miserable and the Dr said I was lucky. Haha… lucky that I didn’t have the more deadly disease. The ordeal lasted several weeks, and once I was “better” I was warned that the lack of energy could be a side effect for many months or YEARS to come. I am a hyper lady- love to dance so this was like a death sentence for me. It did take a while to get my energy back, but it returned. The scary way I found out that I was sick was I realized I had no energy to get the gas pedal in my car, and the car would charge forward in my driveway but I didn’t have the strength to hold down the gas pedal. So the car’s movements mad...

  UPDATE:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtwA9YBcn0w   I truly empathize with the medical professional here. ______ Opinion: There is a viral story online about a lady that claims that she fell in love with her physiatrist. Apparently the lady made a multi-part series about it and even mentioned the doctor’s name. I wanted to share my opinion: This is horrific. I think the lady is going through something intense (mentally) and its for all to see. Some black mirror shit. Meanwhile the attack on the character of the doctor is so insane especially since he can’t defend himself because of certain confidentiality laws. Insane.  If you have a problem with a mental health professional, switch providers. Never blast them publicly. In my opinion this lady took this too far. Sounds like she was harassing him and when they finally parted ways she found another, brutal and cruel way to get his attention. I don’t know the details, but this is what I think based on what I have r...

 Opinion: I’ve been working in the bay area and in the last two years I have worked for non profits that serve people that have no home, or income, may have addiction, and other major life problems. I worked at a place that was also attached to a senior center that mainly served low income folks. Fast forward to now and I work at a company (temp job) that is incredibly wealthy. The employees have wonderful amenities, incredible comforts. It’s great for them, but it had been a while since I worked for a company that wealthy, so I am adjusting. Online people are crying about groceries bills hiking up and at my workplace they offer some of my favorite organic breakfast options.  I guess I’m just noticing the wealth disparity.  I feel very lucky- and I am also pleased to see that there are many services here in the bay area for those who are really going through crisis.  The bay area is the kind of place where you look around and are surrounded by gorgeous buildings, nat...

House fires are horribly horrific. I've been through it and it's truly is a devastating and excruciating nightmare from hell. Especially if someone got hurt or killed. In many cases all is lost and some things are irreplaceable. Just sad. Glad charities exist for emergencies like this. In my case I saw a lot of support rush in. Really moving.  Greetings! This is a small blog about random topics, unofficial and laid back! **If you like my little blog and want to support me: Paypal - @latona84 🙏🏽 Chime - $Sonia-Lopez-59 😌 buymeacoffee.com/tona11 ☕️ Cash.app - /$toabajalife 💸 THANK YOU! : )

 Original poem by me. Yo no lloro Yo no lloro Aunque dicen que es un lavado mágico y profundo Es un éxtasis de liquido espiritual Que alivia con su hechizo al dolido Que encamina al Lamento a su final  Te afirmo, te aseguro, Yo no lloro Aunque dicen que el amor te corta y te envenena Se introduce en tus venas y te encadena Te encamina si eres “débil” al sollozo Y te lleva al ridículo alboroto Aunque queme mas que el sol, Yo no lloro Aunque la vida me de vueltas y me maree Y con sus ritos complicados me silencie Aunque me amarre y me torture sin sentido, Para nadie ni siquiera un quejido Es la flaca que quisiera ser mas gorda El cirujano que quería ser pintor El astronauta que se aburre del espacio Hoy te cuento quien quisiera ser yo  Yo soy fuerte, invencible, inmortal Mi mirada te pudiera hasta matar Es un hielo mi corazón  ... y yo no lloro. -slm 10/24/06 Greetings! This is a small blog about random topics, unofficial and laid back! **If you like my little blog and...