Lately, I’ve been talking a lot to my amygdala (the ancient part of the brain that is always looking for danger), so I appreciated seeing “Don’t Panic!” yesterday on my walk.
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“Don’t Panic!“ I tell myself, as
we’re in another fraught election year,
climate change continues,
medical systems seem particularly overburdened and inefficient,
I’m dealing with several chronic health conditions,
I spend what seems like hours on hold needing to talk to human beings,
experts contradict each other or don’t have answers, and
people are panicking all around me.
I hope my other images convincingly say “Don’t Panic!”
Here’s what I find when I search for “Don’t Panic!” on YouTube.
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I don’t panic when I realize I’m not alone, so thanks for being here, now.
When my son, Aaron, was home for the holidays, he said he wanted to hear a song called “Don’t Kill Yourself,” written by me. When I quickly wrote the first verse and chorus, he encouraged me with valuable feedback.
“Don’t kill yourself,” is something I would like to say to so many people, and perhaps an effective way to do that is through song.
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Don’t kill yourself, because there are so many reasons to spend another day with us.
Even if you’re not that happy, don’t kill yourself.
Thanks to all who are here for this “Don’t Kill Yourself” post, including YOU.
Every time I get a COVID shot, I get strong reactions including fevers, aches, and exhaustion. Those reactions didn’t prevent me from getting a shot yesterday, so I’m expecting unpleasant reactions today.
This is the first time I’ve gotten a COVID shot on a Friday (instead of a Wednesday), so at least my reactions won’t interfere with work. My planned reactions for today are to veg out in my pajamas, watch movies I love, and complain.
Do you see reactions in my images for today?
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My planned reactions for today include neither chewing gum nor yoga, but I’ll do my best to love people even when I’m feeling lousy.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “reactions.”
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You can imagine my reactions when I met Jackie Chan in the 90s. In case your reactions to that video included, “what the heck is ‘parkour’?”, here you go:
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Feel free to find the way through to sharing your reactions to this post, below.
My reactions, no matter what, include gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU!
Do you know what moggies are? Spellcheck doesn’t and keeps wanting to change “moggies” to “doggies.”
Some people might say that moggies are the opposite of doggies.
Here’s another hint: Moggies show up in this bloggie all the time.
Do you see any moggies in today’s post?
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My vision board would definitely have pictures of moggies. And I’m very grateful we don’t have to take our moggies to the vet today.
Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for moggies.
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Because he didn’t actually answer the posed question “Why are cats called moggies?” here’s a definition.
Actually that doesn’t answer the question of why cats are called “moggies” either. While I look for that on the Internet, here’s another picture of our moggies.
Last night, one of our moggies made another spectacular leap off a piece of furniture, chasing our other moggie. One of these days, I’m going to capture a video of those moggies and their hilarious play and maybe, just maybe, finally go viral.
I can’t find an answer, here and now, as to why mixed breed cats are called moggies, but I swear that I read somewhere that it’s short for “mongrel.”
What are your thoughts and feelings about this “moggies” post?
Thanks to all the wonderful moggies and people in my life, including YOU.
Keeping up gets more challenging as we age, as I’m finding to be true in my 70s.
These days, I’m working on keeping up with all my new followers on the social media site Threads, who apparently want to be keeping up with our cat Joan.
We’re also keeping up with our ongoing home-owning repairs. And, I’m keeping up with my wish to get a nice photo of me with my husband and my son for my 50th reunion class report.
Will you be keeping up with today’s photos?
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Here’s what I find when I search for “keeping up” on YouTube (in addition to countless videos about “Keeping Up with the Kardashians.”).
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I’ll be keeping up with your comments, below.
Thanks to all who are keeping up with me, including YOU!
I won’t go into the niceties of why that was, but my nice doctors still thought it would be nice for me to get an echocardiogram ASAP to ensure that my nice but very unusual heart was doing a nice enough job.
So I took a nice trip to the hospital yesterday afternoon and met a nice echocardiogram technologist who despite his many years of experience had never encountered a nice heart like mine before. He said it would have been nice if they had scheduled me with somebody who had experience with congenitally corrected transposition (the rarest of all heart defects). I wasn’t just being nice when I told him that I believed he would do a nice enough echocardiogram to capture all the necessary information my nice doctors wanted to see.
We had a nice time as I told him about my cardiac history and he was nice enough to tell me what he was going to do before he did it. It would have been nice if I had remembered to take a photo of this very nice echo technologist so I could share that with all my nice readers.
What was really nice was that — rather than being tight-lipped about what he was seeing (my usual experience with medical technologists) — he told me that as far as he could tell, my nice and very strange-looking heart was doing a nice job. He said that a nice doctor would take a look at the images after I left and I think it’s a nice sign that I didn’t get a call last night from the hospital.
It was nice that, with all this nice news and non-news, I could really enjoy the arrival of my nice son back from his nice trip to Europe. I guess I was being nice by not taking a picture of him and my husband Michael last night because even though they can be nice about it, they really don’t like having their pictures taken. However, I warned them that I will soon need a nice picture of the three of us for the class report for my upcoming 50th college reunion, which I’m sure will be nice.
It would probably be nice if I stopped writing and shared my nice images from yesterday right now.
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It’s nice that I don’t have to work like a dog today and that I’m about to play outside with my nice son, who is staying here for a couple of days.
Here’s a nice video of our nice cat Joan doing a nice job cleaning herself.
Blogging Never Prevents me from Being Nicely Productive in other areas of my life. As a matter of fact, Blogging Naturally Provides what this Blogger Needs: a Personal Balance of Native Perception and Being Nominally Pertinent and Being Neatly Present here, every day.
All those BNPs in that Barely Nonsensical Paragraph are By their Nature Pleasanter than the BNP test I got at my cardiology appointment yesterday, which is Briefly Notated in this Paragraph:
The Basic Number Presenting itself in a BNP test for a Basically Normal Person is less than 100; my BNP yesterday was 1308, which I found out after I left my cardiology appointment yesterday.
Because No Person wants a BNP number that high, I immediately contacted my cardiologist, Deeb Salem, asking if I should be alarmed. He did not recommend alarm (he never does), but he suggested that I get an echocardiogram ASAP. I asked him if this high number meant that I was in heart failure or that my ventricle was going downhill (always a concern for people with my very unusual heart) and he responded: “the echo should tell us.”
Because Nervous People might assume that a BNP number that high might Be a Nasty Prognosis, I should tell you that the BNP for a Basically Normal Person with my heart condition can be high. However, because I’ve never had a BNP higher than 600, even when I was in heart failure in 2016, you can understand why I might Be Nervous, People.
Balanced News Provides some relief, however: there is nothing alarming or abnormal about my appearance, so I choose to Be Naturally Positive about the future. Apparently, for me, an echocardiogram outweighs a BNP test in the ‘Bility to Nicely Portend the future.
But ‘Nough Predictions. Bring on the Nice Pictures!
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BNP also stands for Bitches Need Pizza.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “what does BNP stand for.”
Better Numbers. Phew!
What are your thoughts and feeling about this Barely Notable Post about BNP?
Thanks to all the Beautifully Natural People who read this daily blog, including YOU.
Yesterday, in my first “show biz” coaching session with the Not F-ing Around Jeff Leisawitz, Jeff gave me some homework, which he prefers to call “invitations.”
One of Jeff’s invitations was for me to write (or otherwise express myself) about my very hilarious and performing-loving late father Aaron (known as Arkie), my wonderful ex-stand-up comedian son Aaron (known as Aaron), and me (known as however people know me). Jeff’s invitation included the suggestion that this writing might be in the form of a dialogue.
Taking Jeff’s invitation, I started writing something early this morning, including this:
I really appreciate Jeff’s invitations and now here’s an invitation from me: please peruse my other images for today.
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I see interesting invitations from the Daily Bitch and the universe today.
Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “invitations.”
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I shall now give invitations for people to comment on this blog, below.
Thanks to all who help me offer and accept helpful invitations every day, including YOU!
