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Friends letting you down is a life lesson, as is having to sit through the remainder of a kiddie birthday party when your child is miserable: by the end of the afternoon, ph and I had both racked up a steaming pile of life wisdom. I asked facebook (being careful; I’m not friends with the parents, but a couple of friends are) if they had any advice, and it ran the gamut anxieux synonyme of my gut instinct (hello, manners?) to the thoughtful (this is a learning opportunity) to the speculative (hello, parenting?).

I’m not sure if that was a sort of apology, a sort of explanation, or just a random remark while we made small talk. It was just so foreign to me. I thought saying “no” was the one big rule anxiety meaning in bengali of parenting.


While I’m sure I’ll give ph many, many opportunities to seek therapy as an adult, my failure to say “no” won’t be one of them. (also, I’ve been working with ph on becoming comfortable with saying no to others, in respect to her physical self and situations that make her uncomfortable. If she doesn’t want a hug from me, I want her to tell me “no.” it’s her body.)

*I don’t know how I would have handled it in the moment if it had been ph who was ungracious toward a guest. I would like to think I would have managed the situation, making the anoxia at birth side effects slighted kid feel better and pulling my kid aside for a come-to-jesus about how we react to gifts even if they aren’t what we wanted/expected. (I do know that if I’d done this as a child, correction would have been swift and public and embarrassing. Talking to my brother about it later, we reminisced about our favorite techniques of demonstrating gratitude in the face of bizarre gifts; we had it down at a very, very early age. And we were the rebellious two.)

I was in the back of an ambulance en route to the hospital. My mouth and throat hypoxic and anoxic brain injury were both numb and itchy, but I could still taste the 100 mg of benedryl I’d chewed (not the chewable kind, and yeah, it’s really bitter and vile) because my sainted old allergist said that if I’m going into anaphylaxis, it could be the difference between getting the shot(s) to work in time or not.

I’m more disappointed that I missed the fire truck and firefighters (my neighbor said definition of anxiety disorder according to dsm 5 they were very cute firefighters) than anything else, even the infiltrated vein, the two-week bruises, and the sterile abscess (NOT the $1200 ambulance bill that came in the mail yesterday, which triggered a panic attack even knowing insurance should pick up a large chunk of it).

Unless you live with any of these things, you have no idea what it’s like. None. And good for you! I’m genuinely happy there are people who get to go through the world not knowing anxiety disorder questionnaire pdf any of this stuff. (oh, to go out to eat and just pick what I wanted, instead of what won’t kill me.) I’m sure they mean well. It’s just I hate talking to them when they offer me advice. My new favorite, from a potluck over the weekend:

*full disclosure: I just think PB&J is gross, but ph has an allergy to peanuts which she’s having to learn how to live around, as she must because the world has peanuts in it. My quibble is with parents who insist on packing PB&J around anoxic tank process small children. (I’m allergic to tree nuts and am used to it. Both let us board airplanes first, so there’s that.)

It’s not hard, and I’m sure you already know: pick a small goal, easily achievable, that doesn’t take a lot of time. I mean, if I play a scale on the piano, that counts. If I cook one meal a day, that counts, even if it’s grilled cheese or quesadillas. Since I am, apparently, the sort of person who is motivated by checking things off a list, this works.

• read at least 10 pages of the oxford histories of the US, at least through hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy radiology ppt the reconstruction, since I get bored during the gilded age. Always have. I have a BA in history and have read much of what I find in the footnotes–a pleasant surprise so far anoxic brain injury recovery stages–but I have a complicated and bizarre relationship with the founders and it’s been over 20 years since I took an american history course (not counting legal history and a legal history seminar in law school). Also, when ph asks me a question about US history, I have a hard time giving a simple answer.

• learn welsh mutations. (or at least start.) the beginning of welsh words mutate frequently and according to pretty regular rules, but it’s the linguistic PITA equivalent of german adjective endings. I can recognize mutations, and I’ve gotten to the point where I sometimes know generalized anxiety disorder dsm 5 criteria when the word is supposed to mutate and how to do it, but it’s a hurdle.

• related: practice rolling my rs. I’ve done it a few times, but not if the R comes after a vowel. People from the western & extreme SE US (where my parents are respectively from, and where I’ve spent most of my life) tend to pronounce rs really far back, which is pretty much the opposite of rolling an R (apologies to my friend the speech pathologist who could have articulated that much better than I did). When I had PT for my vocal chords, I was really excited because I thought I’d learn how. The therapist I saw said, “oh, I can’t do it either.” I practice in the shower or when I’m driving anoxia meaning in urdu alone. Eh. I look and sound pretty goofy doing it, but it’s better.

• power stances. I need a better term, because that’s goofy AF. Anyway, it’s matter over mind: if you stand in a powerful way and occupy a lot of space–think hands on hips, shoulders back, and if you’re brave enough, manspreading–it actually makes you feel better. Like, less anxious, less depressed, more confident. As a small woman who was taught it was crass to stand or act that way, it’s difficult (except when I’m walking nanoxia deep silence 4 micro case, because at least I was taught a good variant of the “don’t fuck with me” walk). And no, I don’t manspread, and I don’t ever do any sort of power stance when anyone can see me because I feel really silly. It works, though. (also: speaking slowly, the verbal equivalent of occupying a lot of space.)

• not hide in my office as much in the evenings. It’s hard to be around ph all day, most days, and then be social when kh comes home. (at that point, I’m done in–I just want quiet.) I’ve managed to get kh to start watching police procedurals out hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy in adults symptoms of the UK (he spends a lot of time worried about the police not being armed and thus in danger; when the equivalent of a SWAT team showed up on vera he was vastly relieved).