“A classmate got me a valentine that said, ‘For Your Eyes Only.'”

My earliest time I can recall was in the fifth grade on Valentine's Day when a classmate got me a valentine that said, "For Your Eyes Only" on the envelope. And the syntax -- I know it's a, it's a saying that everyone uses, but at the time I hadn't heard "For your eyes only." And my first thought was like, "Why are these words worded confusingly? Shouldn't it -- ?" I would understand "For on- -- only for your eyes." And it's like that makes sense. But "For your eyes only" jumbled my 10 year old brain. So I remember walking around the classroom asking my friends, 'cause I was confused, sincerely. I was like, "What does this mean? I don't understand what's going on with this valentine." And finally, after I'd shown almost everyone by accident, I appealed to my teacher who was like, "It, it literally means you're the only one who's supposed to look at it, buddy." I was like, "Oh my god, I'm an idiot."

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“So Sunday, I went to the Urgent Care.”

Note: There is language that is excluded in the transcript but not included in the audio. So I'm sick. I'm not super sick anymore. I just have the, like, the remnants of being sick and I was really sick on like Friday and Saturday. So Friday and Saturday, I was like, really sick. I had fever, headache, muscle aches. I really couldn't breathe, and I had this really bad cough. And it's still a little hard to breathe. Like I still -- I have to like use my rescue inhaler often. And my body still feels weak, but I don't have a fever. O- other than that, I feel fine. So Sunday, I went to the Urgent Care, just 'cause I was like, "Hey, was having trouble breathing" and then I wanted to be like, "Hey, can you help me, like, get me something to like -- you know, so I don't pass out?"  So, first of all, I get there. I had to have my friend drive me 'cause I don't have my car up here with me. I had my friend drive me and we literally sat in the waiting room for, like, three hours. There was like no one there. Why, why were we there for three hours? It was insane. I get it. Like they, they're busy, but like, it was so bad. It was -- so far, I've yet to hear anyone that had a pleasant experience at any of the urgent cares in the area. So that was a great thing to know. But yeah, I was sitting there. And then when I finally got in the room, the nurse was like asking me, like, my -- what meds I take and like, what kind of like diseases or illnesses or whatever I have. And I was like, "Oh, well, I have asthma, eczema, allergies, anxiety, Tourette's." And as soon as I said anxiety and Tourette's, I don't think she believed me. Um, 'cause I, I do have Tourette's, but it's not like the stereotypical in your face, "rah, bah, bah, bah," kinda thing. Um, so she kinda looked at me like I was crazy when I said that. Which already was not a good experience, like why the hell would I f*** with you? Like what? Excuse me? And then she was like, "Yeah, we're gonna give you like a covid and a…

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“I have these things called special socks.”

I was gonna write an article about how to -- what's it called? "Tips on being happy by someone who is very much not a licensed professional," or something along those lines, a little more formal but you get what I mean. And so, one of those things is gonna be, "Get yourself something special that you can use every now and then." And what I do is I have these things called special socks. I don't wear them on special occasions, not like that. I wear them, and if I wear them, it means that that day is therefore special. It's one of those things where it's kind of like, there's nothing actually special about them, they're just pretty socks. But if I wear them, then it's like a little special gift for myself. It's like a little special gift I give to myself. And so it's kind of like, "Oh, since I'm wearing something different today, it must be a special day." And so, uh, it makes my day a little more happy, you know?

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“I make it around twice, and I’m feeling super light-headed.”

Diarist: So on Monda- -- like, mom and dad talked me into wrestling, 'cause like they thought that would be a good idea even though I have never been good in sports and I have always made it very clear how much I hate them.  Parent: But you like to fight. Diarist: I do like to fight, and I like fighting my friends, and I like fighting random people. I don't like when sports make you do quote-unquote "warm-ups," as in running around the track, like, 300 times.  Parent: I believe it was 1 and a half times is what got you [laughs]. Diarist: No, it was two. Parent: Okay. Diarist: And I have a fainting thing. I don't know exactly what it's called. But it was hot, we had already been our -- on our feet for like an hour and a half. And so he just tells us to run, and so I make it around twice and I'm feeling super light-headed. And I can barely make out like sentences 'cause I legitimately feel like I'm about to pass out. So I like go up to him, and I freak everyone out because I'm just like -- I sit down and he's like, "No, you can't sit down. You need to like, stay up," and so I'm like, "Okay, then I'm leaving." And I just pushed past him and the other coach, and I just leave. And then I like sit down for a few seconds and like, actually, like, get water and then I call mom. And then, yeah, I left, and that was mortifying.

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“I had had my hand up for over 23 minutes.”

Today, I kinda acted a little bit out of line, though, in history class. Like I know I'm tired and I kinda had a bad birthday but that's really not an excuse for what I did. I mean, I didn't do anything like horrible. We were doing this debate on like who the Cold War was like caused by, I guess? I don't really know if that's the exact way to put it, but it was just a graded history debate. And I had had my hand up for over 23 minutes. And some people had talked four times and I had not been called on. So when I finally got called on I kinda said in a snarky voice like, "I wanted to actually go off of the first point that Name made about -- blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." And then I just started ranting, and eventually, I got to this point and I'm like, "We need to stop saying that this is about communism -- um, I mean, not about communism because it is about communism. I know it says that it's not about communism, but it clearly is, like, you have to look at the outside action." And the Lit teacher cut me off. She's like, "I don't even know what you're saying, but we, we don't have time for this side commentary." So I hope I didn't get a really bad grade.

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“The car came rushing down… and almost smashed us.”

So I was driving my kids to school that day, and we had the green, and a car came rush- rushing down from [Street 1] 'cause we- we're turning from [Street 2]. The car came rushing down from [Street 1] through a red light and almost smashed us. I had to swerve to avoid getting killed.So she's rushing down to take her kid to school. And we -- so we, we got out of her way, but then we had -- we're still going in that direction. We end up being behind her. And it turns out, she -- her kids go to the same school [as] my kids, so her car -- we both drove to the drop off line at the school, same school, and her car was in front of us.So this lady who almost killed us right before school started, she sends her kids to the same school that we do. And what's worse is this is a Christian school. She almost killed us right before school started. What a way to start your school day, almost getting killed by somebody who’s -- goes to the same school -- by the mom -- it’s because the mom is trying to get you to school before the bell rings. Oh boy.

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“‘Recipes are silly.’ And my jaw just dropped.”

I have a friend who often has unrealistic expectations about what they can do. The main one being in the kitchen. Now, this friend believes they are an incredible cook. And it is true they love the food they cook. They love it so much. It makes them so happy. And unfortunately, most people don't love it. Most other people, it is not quite to their palate. And that's hard, and my friend struggles to understand that because they think it is the most delicious thing that has ever graced God's green earth. And other people can barely eat it. And I lived with this person in a big house where they cooked for us once a week and this was really difficult.  And then one day after eating their food for most of a year, I walk into the kitchen and there's a lot of baking stuff around, and I go like, "Oh, what are you making?" And they're like, "I am baking my first ever cake." I'm like, "Oh, that's so much fun. Congratulations, like what's it for?" "Someone's birthday." "Oh great." And then I'm like looking at their cake and I'm like, "What, what kind of recipe are you following?" And they were like, "I don't need a recipe. I don't cook with a recipe. Recipes are silly." And my jaw just dropped. I just stared at them. You're kidding me. You've never baked a cake before in your life, and, and you didn't even like, talk to anyone about how baking is fundamentally different than cooking in important ways where you should follow a recipe and actually measure your ingredients? And you're already not that good of [a] cook. Oh! Well, safe to say that cake was terrible, but I hope they figured it out since then. I'm not really sure what they're up to, but I, I believe that they have made some good cakes in their life. I would like to believe.

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“And I had lost so much blood that they called the emergency unit.”

This one time, me and my brother went on a bike ride, and -- it was a 20-mile bike ride, and we were hot and sweaty, and we got home. I was 17. He was 21. We were fighting over the front door teasingly. We were joking around. And I would open the door, and he would shut it, and I would open it, er -- and he would open it, and I would shut it, to see who would get into the shower first. And I gave up, and he opened it one last time, and I put my arm through it. And I saw this piece of glass come down, slow motion, and then I saw my bone, and then I saw the blood. And I had lost so much blood that they called the emergency unit to come and get me because I was passing out. I had 150 stitches put in my arm on the inside and the outside. And I'm a freckle-faced girl, so now my freckles on my arm turns into stripes over my scar. So I have a striped scar. That was the last time I think I did anything athletic.

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“So kinda mid-morning we drove into the ER.”

On Saturday, my mom and I drove up to Petoskey and went to a few places there, and on the way up and down, and when we got home, she was saying that she didn't feel very well. Kind of having some stomach issues and kind of bad cramping, and, but she had mentioned it all day and she went to bed and slept pretty well. Woke up in the morning and still just really not feeling well, and I said to her, "Okay, so what has to happen here? How do we know when we have to go into Urgent Care or into the hospital or whatever?" And so, I, I said, "Why don't you call, like, the nurse ask-line, and ask them -- you know, give them your symptoms and see what they recommend." So, she did, and they told her that their recommendation was that she go into the doctor within the next four hours basically. And it was a Sunday, so, like, the doctor's not open. And she asked about, would urgent care you know, be a, an option, and they advised against it thinking that they would not have the equipment if they needed to do an x-ray or a CT scan or, you know, some sort of imaging of her, of her stomach or whatever. And so, they advised her to go to the ER, which we did. So kinda mid-morning we drove into the ER. It was not too busy, luckily. Really not too busy, and we didn't have to wait too long to get back into a room. And they took her for an x-ray, then took her for a CT scan, and determined then that she had a partial colon obstruction. So, it looked like her colon was twisted, or in some way not the way that it was supposed to be. So then they needed to do a different CT scan from a different angle or with different contrast or something. And they did that. And, and when they did that procedure to get that contrast in there, they think that that helped to untwist the colon. So she was released. So this was around -- oh, it was about seven and a half hours later, about seven and a half hours later.

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“We needed to learn how to pick up the tennis ball without bending over.”

Tennis is a sport that I have never been terribly interested in. I do remember the tennis unit that we had in high school, maybe it was junior high. And, you know, the -- I was just telling my husband this this year -- is that the main thing I remember from that is that my PE teacher said that if we were gonna wear tennis skirts, we needed to learn how to pick up the tennis ball without bending over. And she showed us this technique where, like, you hold the ball against your foot with the racket. And I, you know, I don't know, I can't remember her technique, but she was just -- she was, like, really firm about this. She said she hated to be driving by the tennis courts, and she would see people, like, bending over to pick up a ball. And she felt like they were just kind of, like, flashing people going by, and I don't know. That was her thing. So, I'm pretty sure she didn't want that to be the only takeaway from her tennis instruction, but that is what stuck with me.

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