I have more.
Self care workbook:
I have more.
Self care workbook:
Fully drugged for minimum anxiety, I looked hard at my phone as Candy Crush’s pale sliver grew to a full square.
I was so nervous to give blood. Not to be stuck, I tolerate that, but to think I might think of being drained of what I needed? Or my lingering gulp from when my body panicked at the coldness of an IV?
The medication doesn’t snuff out my anxiety, like benzos would, but puts it in a back room and locks the door, so I know it’s there. While in there, it yells, but it doesn’t try to knock down the door.
I could only be put in this position by a child, my niece, who though she has everything, would also like amusement park tickets. I am for amusement park tickets, but more than that I wanted to show an example of community engagement.
When I left my nieces to go give blood, I said, who’s going to come with me and hold my hand? Silence. “Maybe the dog?”
I was not sure that a dog would be welcome in the school gym with the clean needles and the styrofoam blocks on the walls.
I hadn’t given blood before because of a very secret reason that I hid in shame: I once was very light. I once worried that I might not make the 110 pounds. Middle age and pandemic have helped me with that. I have a new heft which, though frowned upon by society. other times makes me feel like, now I’m here. I’m not a lightweight anymore.
There had been six middle school kids at the door, holding the doors, holding umbrellas, their phones, and bouncing to stay warm, and they all thanked me when I went out to my car to get my phone. “I haven’t done it yet, so don’t thank me,” I said.
“Now you can thank me,” I said later.
Waiting is what really powers my anxiety. I had waited to be called back to check my blood pressure, to have my temperature taken (again), to be stuck on my middle finger and bled a drop.
The woman who performed these checks was humorless and offered no distraction. “This is the day I’m officially fully vaccinated, so that’s kind of cool,” I said. Two minutes later she said, “Have you recently been vaccinated?” “Yes,” I said.
I was approved: temp 98.4, blood pressure numbers she said were “good,” and the stick to my finger apparently gave the go ahead.
I had to wait to be taken to a table.
When I stood up, my name tag stuck to the magazine I’d brought and my Eli was separated from my zabeth. I bent over to pick up my reading glasses, and I thought I do need to wear a tank top under this dress, as when I move certain ways, and then my bra strap fell down and I had to suavely return it to my shoulder.
I had to wait while on the table.
When the first tech saw my left vein, she said, we need to try the right.
Once she had the tourniquet on my right arm, she said, “Could you tilt your wrist?” I could. “Could you squeeze the ball but not move your arm?” I kind of couldn’t carry out instructions, as my nerves distracted me, and I had never isolated these various muscles before, and also, I had a tourniquet on my upper arm.
“Can you look at this?” she called.
A second tech examined my apparently subpar vein.
“I’m going to ask someone else to do this,” she said.
I waited. I attempted to climb back onto the Candy Crush horse, in its beginner levels an easy hop up and on. Using only my left hand, as my right arm waited to be used, it was trickier.
I had the magazine, where gods and goddesses deigned to be photographed in their natural beauty, rather than their painted beauty. Candy Crush was better, though. One had to act.
A third tech came over, and blessed be her, as she had some humor and felt like chatting with me about how a much larger needle was needed for giving blood, as opposed to having blood taken for testing. This knowledge would have probably driven someone else over the edge, but I wasn’t nervous about being poked. I was nervous about the life force draining out of me, I guess. Or feeling lightheaded. What did that feel like anyway? Lightheaded? Any feeling except a panic attack is a feeling I now imagine I can tolerate.
But what if I swooned, or fell? The fear of falling.
The third tech warned me, I looked away, and after all this time, finally, I was stabbed, and it was going.
“You’ve got a great flow,” she said. “You could be done in six minutes.”
I squeezed the shit out of that ball because I was now late to get back to my nieces.
I Candy Crushed, moved my candies into lines, swapped their spots, worked for the sprinkle donuts, kept my mind engaged. I hadn’t used Candy Crush for this since I was on the subway, in my previous life. Candy Crush was an important tool in surviving subway odysseys.
“You’re done,” she said. It took her a minute to unhook me. Did I feel lightheaded? Did I feel strange? Anxiety made me feel pointed and tight and faded, so who knows if I felt anything from giving blood.
Until I had panic attacks, I prided myself on being a great patient. Healthy and compliant, unafraid of what doctors would do to me. My appendix went bad when I was in first grade, and my overall feeling about the whole experience, including having my appendix burst its poison throughout my body, was feeling relieved because I knew for sure that doctors and nurses could and would fix me.
My niece was emotionally invested in what snacks I took. Three middle school girls sat at a table. I wavered between chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies. And gummies, one girl said, don’t you want gummies? I did not.
Two weeks exactly from my second vaccination, now cleared. My body had spent weeks learning lessons from a tiny vial of fluid: if you see this, do that. If you see this, do that. We won’t tolerate so-and-so in here. If you see ’em, aim and fire.
My body is inhospitable to covid-19. As a thank you, I let go blood that others might need. My A plus blood. Blood of someone healthy and approved to give. Healthy, educated body, generally well cared for and well made, and most importantly, lucky.
Season 1 Episode 10
“Fallen Angel” or “Rock Me Sexy Alien Forcefield”
I wonder how much brain damage Mulder will sustain over the course of this series. How much flashy-things? How many knocks over the head?
Finally they bring in a super nerd to contrast with Mulder’s handsome nerdishness.
Use of the word “wiggy.”
Levitation used for the second time….
Implantation of device in human head for the second time. Sigh.
This episode is helped by: a shiny airstream trailer
It’s hindered by: a UFO crash, which has become less interesting to me over 10 episodes.
Season 1, Episode 9
“Space” or “SpaceGhost”
Well a small budget is showing here, as they rely primarily upon file footage of the Space Shuttle in this episode. Well, that and some Tim Burton style face freakouts. “Mission Control” is only slightly more glamorous than the Millenium Feline I built for my cats.
Much as I am enjoying the show, this episode starts to get dangerous… in that the old “face on Mars” thing is brought up and pushed as meaningful, and I am suddenly thinking of Q-Anon and their dangerous bullshit.
It’s cute to see Mulder NASA nerding out.
Season 1, Episode 8
“Ice” or “Cabin Fever”
Great opening, two guys pointing guns at each other, and then aim at themselves, and fire. Tell me more!
On your BINGO card, note “the dawn of man” is finally stated! They might have used the phrase in that Neanderthal episode, but as someone who’s graded a lot of papers that begin with “since the dawn of time,” I am noticing. I’m very anti-dawn.
I feel like the budget for this show is actually quite modest. They do a lot with some basic outside work, a few houses and apartments that I think they re-use, and lots of practical effects.
Yes, your pilot in Alaska is named “Bear.”
The stunt work with the dog is… not great. Oh! the dog bit my sleeve! Help!
Another practical effect of something traveling inside something else. The budget here only required “heavy coats,” “stock footage of a place with snow,” and “shitty industrial kind of interior.”
In what must be an indicator of the set director’s interests, there is a pinball machine at the Arctic station. Okay, maybe they wanted the sound effects. It is eerie sound effects.
But really I suspect they wanted to play pinball between takes.
I’m really digging this “Alien” style storyline.
Mulder: let me explain how this is about aliens… thanks, dude.
I think this was my favorite episode so far. Almost a bottle episode, more psychological stuff.
THE DOG IS OKAY