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  1. My favorite documentary is In the Shadow of the Moon, about the Apollo missions. It consists of archival footage and interviews of astronauts, that's it. It's very good.
  2. Do you think this applies to things like Kombucha or fermented foods too?
  3. I kind of doubt his attorney is working against him, I'm sure that would be a huge violation of professional ethics, no matter how despicable he is.
  4. I think part of it was that bleeding (some) is normal both with miscarriage and even monthly, so there's not this immediate reaction to the blood that you would have if say your arm started gushing blood, or your ears, or something. Also, once I had miscarried the baby, there was no more pain; it went from say a 4-5 on the pain scale to a zero. So I was gushing blood but it was from a place that I'm pretty used to bleeding without alarm and also nothing hurt. My brain just wasn't getting the normal "this is a serious problem" signals. And when I called the L&D desk at the hospital (I couldn't call my OB because it was Sunday), and said look I'm really really bleeding rather a lot, how much is normal? They said the OB would call me back. And she did - by that time we were already in the car on the way to the ER - and I said well, I just miscarried and I'm bleeding and I just can't seem to tell how much bleeding is normal. And she said there could be a lot of blood with a miscarriage and up to a pad an hour was fine. I must not have been thinking clearly at this point because I said yes, I get that, but what about right away? Like right afterward? (because I was going through a pad in a single gush, every 2-3 minutes). For some reason I thought it should be different right afterward. And she said look, if you sit on the toilet and feel like you can't even put on a pad because it's pointless, drive straight to the ER. And I still thought it would probably slack off and we could turn around when it stopped and just go home. I read a lot of accounts of miscarriages and hypovolemic shock and postpartum hemorrhages at home and let me tell you, I dislike hospitals and doctors but I am never ever doing it at home again, ever. Ever. Restoring fluid volume is such a simple procedure in a hospital and so life-saving and so impossible at home.
  5. Until penmanship is an official part of the rubric (it's not, I've graded these tests), it's just a subjective way to substitute reading the paper for biased grading. Penmanship is good, but it shouldn't be part of a grade for the ACT writing or SAT writing. and it isn't, officially. But unofficially, and sometimes unconsciously, handwriting impacts the grade.
  6. It's amazing what parts of grief are common within the human experience. I remember reading, when my dad died, that people who are grieving often feel irrational guilt, and I did feel guilty about my dad, and that helped me sort of process it, to realize it was part of the human condition and not unique to me. It helps me to hear that you thought about your daughter in the rain too, although I'm so sorry you lost her.
  7. Yes, that is it, it just moves so fast and I wasn't understanding at all what was happening. I didn't even really think I needed to go to the hospital necessarily, but I remember thinking, well, Blsdmama did almost bleed out that once after a miscarriage at home, so it's possible that's what's happening to me, probably I should just head towards the hospital in case it doesn't stop.
  8. It was crazy. He was sitting in an old house and I went in to talk to him; it was the first time I'd seen him as a sane, non-zombie, non-sick person since he'd died. I wish I still had these kinds of dreams about my dad. It's like when you dream about flying as a kid and lose the trick of it as you get older. I miss those dreams.
  9. deleted because maybe I got the term wrong at the time we looked it up the next morning and it was spot on; I thought it was too superstitious to mean anything but DH took it quite seriously and it changed our lives for the better
  10. Yes! I was sure, at 20, that they'd have invented immortality by the time I was 30 or so. I am not even really kidding. I just assumed somehow I was special, I was never going to die, not really. The older I get the less sure I am that they're going to figure out immortality in time, or that I even want them to do so. I find reading literature written by older writers helps. U K Leguin is really good at this. She got old as she wrote and she thought about it all the way.
  11. I remember being deeply disappointed at about 14 or 15 on learning that astronomers mostly did math all day instead of just looking through telescopes at the stars, and that they might get 2-3 weeks of good telescope access per year. I was very good at math but found it very boring; I loved space but was waaaaaaaay too afraid of heights and speed and etc. to be an astronaut and so that whole dream died. I read something by Mark Twain that helped at the time, or was told it, maybe (I am from MO so Mark Twain is a big deal) - something like, before he was a steamboat pilot, the Missouri River was mysterious and grand and awe-inspiring, and once he'd learned the intricacies of it as required by his profession, it lost the awe and the spirituality that it had had for him. Not that the trade off isn't worth it, esp, for people who also enjoy the mundane and the calculations and the work, but it did make me feel better about not becoming an astronomer.
  12. After my dad died, I had several dreams where he was well again, or he was sick but going to get better. I had some where he was a zombie and we had to kill him. I think these were my subconscious saying "Sara don't try to wish him alive again, not a good plan." I had one where he told me the scientific name for a medical problem my DH had that neither of us had yet recognized or had diagnosed. I kid you not. Dad was not a scientific sort (he liked to say that he couldn't even spell computer) so it must have been something I was subconsciously aware of but I'm not 100% sold that it wasn't his spirit somehow. I'm very not superstitious but I'm not not superstitious, I guess. I loved my dad and saw him every other day or so as we lived a mile apart; I haven't had this experience with anyone else.
  13. I have a theory about this and have had this theory since I was 7 years old. It is this: we have limited brain capacity. So when you're 7, you have a lot of room for each experience. You can catalog and keep in your working memory or whatever a significant portion of the last 3 weeks or the last year or the last day. But when you're 14, you have less room, and when you're 34 you're just trying to keep up with remembering when the next choir concert is. So there's not as much room for storage, so you don't store as many things, so everything seems to go by super fast.
  14. I am definitely non-confrontational and did not, in any circumstance, state any sociopolitical opinions that were outside of the mainstream in any college class, except maybe once in Caribbean lit (which was taught by a black lesbian woman and turned out to be about only (primarily black, fair enough as it was the Caribbean) women's Caribbean lit) when someone asked how many people in the class were feminists and I didn't raise my hand. The professor was personally very kind and stopped to talk to me once the semester after that, when I was 7 months pregnant and eating lunch alone in the hallway. For me, the interpersonal kindness so far outstrips in importance any ideological agreement or disagreement that I remember both her and the class kindly, although we probably agree about exactly nothing sociopolitically.
  15. I voted previous names and current name (unless it was divorce, that's different somehow)
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