the kind of day no quote can fix

And so how is everyone’s day today?

Really?!…Mine started with a call to my congressman. Check that, many calls…many, many calls dialed

yes kids, I said dialed

no kids, I’m not going to explain what dial is

Google it, okay

Anyway, I tried to get through to my congressman starting at 6 AM West Coast time and dialed repeatedly unable to even connect until finally:

Honorable Jeff Denham is not answering.

 

CLICK!

What the fresh hell???!!!

And so while I watched and listened to our Republican-controlled House ram this Trumpcare Bill through before their next seven day recess, along with so many other Americans, I did my very best to reduce all of the anxiety and stress.

Of course my form was as exquisite as Adriene’s. Of course it was! And it helped. At least I stopped screaming at CSPAN imagining that my congressman could hear me since his Washington and Modesto offices stopped taking constituents’ calls. But all the Nadi Shodhana and Downward Dog and Cobra and Warrior poses wasn’t going to stop my congressman and his GOP colleagues  from completely ignoring the will of their constituents, from their vote and from their post-touchdown end zone celebration in the Rose Garden because we have a POTUS that needs to be happy and smiling; nor was it going to stop me from thinking of how this could potentially harm my family – the ones who won’t get to stay on their parents plan forever.

What a day!

A day that calls for ice cream and laughter and singing along to pop songs on the radio and hugs and after they go home to mommy, wine

And no apologies for run on sentences. Not today.

I’ve had the kind of bad day no quote can fix ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

 

asshattery and other pre-existing conditions

Just in case you missed it, Jimmy Kimmel last night shared details on the birth of his son, Billy, in a teary, emotional monologue. Oh my goodness, a person has to have a heart of stone or no heart at all, and definitely no soul to not be touched by what Kimmel shared.

Ahem, Joe Walsh. When it comes to being heartless and soul-less, you never disappoint.

It is indeed the longest hours of your life when your newborn son has to have emergency open heart surgery. I’m reminded of that every time I see the scar that remains on my teenaged son’s body from his open heart surgery. Kimmel is right too in the statement:

We were brought up to believe that we live in the greatest country in the world, but until a few years ago millions and millions of us had no access to health insurance at all,” he said. “You know, before 2014 if you were born with congenital heart disease like my son was, there was a good chance you’d never be able to get health insurance because you had a pre-existing condition. You were born with a pre-existing condition and if your parents didn’t have medical insurance you might not live long enough to even get denied because of a pre-existing condition. If your baby is going to die and it doesn’t have to, it shouldn’t matter how much money you make.

If only congressmen like Mo Brooks, Alabama’s 5th District, could understand that good, clean living’ does not guarantee someone from pre-existing conditions.

If only there was a cure for such asshattery!

If only

Little Billy Kimmel has just begun to live and has done nothing but live a good life. One might argue that he peed on his mother the other day, but it is the rare person who changes a newborn baby boy’s diaper who does not get peed on. Billy Kimmel is leading a good life – and now has a pre-existing condition. Daniel, my son, is arguably the most good and kind person I have ever known. He has lived a good life for fifteen years now – and has pre-existing conditions secondary to his extreme, premature birth. Both boys enjoy having health insurance right now thanks to their parents – whether or not they realize that they are enjoying having health insurance.

Joe Walsh, Mo Brooks, and every other member of Congress and their families, enjoy the guarantee of health insurance for their lifetime, regardless of any pre-existing conditions they might have – including being asshats.

Meanwhile, I will be walking this weekend with my colleagues and NICU graduates and families whom I have been honored to care for. If you want to offer your support for my walk, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

March for Babies

porch season

April and, perhaps, May can be a bit deranged here in the Central Valley. One day is blue skies and warm, gentle breezes followed by a week of howling winds, rain, hail and the occasional funnel cloud to fret over commenting this is not tornado country! Still, the end of April and May, after a long, wet winter that ends years of drought, is the perfect time to get out and clean up our room outside because wind, rain or shine, it’s porch season.

And fire pit season.

Roasting marshmallows season.

Chubby bunnies and sugar high making all the memories kind of season.

Relaxing in the evening, sipping wine kind of season

Porches are America’s lost rooms

~ Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

pause for a moment of science

In the words of our California District 10 Representative today:

Here in the Central Valley we’re blessed with an abundance of the Earth’s natural resources.

Jeff Denham is right. It’s one of the many things that make the Central Valley, California unique and special. And, in spite of Mr. Denham’s voting record to date, perhaps why he reluctantly agreed that climate change is real facing many of his constituents in that town hall earlier this week. We shall see if he votes his words later this week as he returns back to Washington, to vote on, among other things, HR 861.

We’ll be here back home in CA District 10 watching. Count on it!

Meanwhile…

And we did...hundreds of us in Victory Park in Stockton. We gathered and joined hands round the perimeter of the park in solidarity as a critical mass because we value science and all that it does for us, all that it means to us.

Hundreds clasping hands together and joining millions all over the world for Science and to remember that no science is immune the infection of politics and the corruption of power (Jacob Bronowski).

But now,” says the Once-ler, “now that you’re here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

democracy remains messy

Today we find our master juggler attending her very first congressional town hall meeting. Yes, my first because there has to be a first time. I would offer the mommy card raising a circus act of babies but there was this beautiful mom there with her most adorable baby secure in her Mobi wrap and sometimes breastfeeding, which would shame me to even offer that excuse. .

But this mama is woke now and she was here tonight at her very first Congressional Town Hall event…eight hours after having lumbar and sacral joint nerves destroyed in her spine via radio frequency ablation. No, really that is the actual medical insurance code description for that surgical procedure that I had today on my spine. The local the doctor injected into my spine was wearing off at right about the start of the town hall too, which made sitting in a hard straight back chair in a crowded auditorium of my fellow California District 10 constituents all the more fun.

Heh.

It was. Fun, that is. It was loud and messy as democracy often is. Mr. Denham might not have appreciated it as much as I did.

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Oh well.

It was an education and, at times entertaining. Thank you to you for that. I doubt that you found it to be entertaining but I do hope that you found it to be perhaps a little bit enlightening because BIGLY SURPRISE your voting record and your positions on issues of importance to the people who live here in CA District 10 actually don’t represent many of us here in District 10.

You promise to see us again at the next town hall; which I do look forward to. Truth be told, I’m looking forward more to November 2018.