Election Day 2018

I voted via absentee ballot for the first time in over a decade. I had an appointment this morning with my headache specialist and despite the fact that I desperately wanted to cancel, I knew I needed a letter for my migraine medication to maybe be approved. Here’s hoping it’ll make a difference at next week’s hearing.

Voting, more often than not, feels like a choice of the lesser of two evils, regardless of party. I was surprised by the Massachusetts ballot this year. I was taken aback by some of it, the questions will probably bug me no matter which way they go, but at the end of the day I know I voted for people I think are relatively decent human-beings. You can’t fool everyone, and that’s a fact for another day.   

 

This Is Quite Wrong

“Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don’t kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, “He fought so hard.” And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.” ―Sally Brampton