A roundup for today
Aug. 27th, 2008 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperFirst day on the Zoloft/Ativan has been... weird. I know it's not supposed to work this fast, so I'm firmly convinced any changes experienced right now are due to placebo effect, but it's been an interesting day. I swear, I felt myself at a couple of points in the day having a panic attack - all the sorta physical shittiness was there... but from the neck up? Nothing. Just sort of a vague, swimmy feeling in the head. And sleepiness. Lord, I've been sleepy all damn day.
day two of no coffee. Other than a severe low blood sugar moment around 4 o'clock, and a headache a bit later that may or may not have been other med related, no adverse effects. Maybe I'll give it up for real this time. Doubt it, but here's to thinking positively.
I need to remember to actually eat breakfast on days when I know it's going to busy enough to forget to eat. Like today and yesterday. Of course, this is a problem when eating hurts. Stupid sore throat.
Watched the official nomination of Barack Obama this afternoon with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morlock and sundart and the rousing party that ensued afterwards. Watched as black delegates broke down and cried at the news. Called Dad, who was besides himself with excitement. "I wish your mother had lived to see this, Andee. I didn't think I would." Really that comment right there brought it all into focus for me... this is not going to be an ordinary presidential campaign. It has never been. This is the farthest someone darker than pale has gotten in the race for president, and not only that, this man now has the hopes and support of the entire Democratic party behind him and, honestly, has a pretty damned good shot at winning. That right there, whether you like him or no, is all kinds of historic. And for me somewhat humbling. I was born ten years after the bulk of the civil rights movement happened; by the time I was old enough to be conscious of the fact that I was black and therefore different/minority/whatever it all seemed like ancient history and very removed from my own personal experience. I grew up middle class and was bundled off to an international school where racism was something to be snarked at within our safe little multicultural bubble. It was always something I really had to think about and observe, rather than experience directly. In light of that, I feel kinda bad because Obama's nomination should mean more to me than it does. The fact that the importance of this nomination only hits my head and not really my heart so much I think says something. But still, I recognize that today for the first time ever, a man that looks like me has a pretty good shot at occupying the highest political position in the country, and that, truly, is pretty damned awesome.
day two of no coffee. Other than a severe low blood sugar moment around 4 o'clock, and a headache a bit later that may or may not have been other med related, no adverse effects. Maybe I'll give it up for real this time. Doubt it, but here's to thinking positively.
I need to remember to actually eat breakfast on days when I know it's going to busy enough to forget to eat. Like today and yesterday. Of course, this is a problem when eating hurts. Stupid sore throat.
Watched the official nomination of Barack Obama this afternoon with
morlock and sundart and the rousing party that ensued afterwards. Watched as black delegates broke down and cried at the news. Called Dad, who was besides himself with excitement. "I wish your mother had lived to see this, Andee. I didn't think I would." Really that comment right there brought it all into focus for me... this is not going to be an ordinary presidential campaign. It has never been. This is the farthest someone darker than pale has gotten in the race for president, and not only that, this man now has the hopes and support of the entire Democratic party behind him and, honestly, has a pretty damned good shot at winning. That right there, whether you like him or no, is all kinds of historic. And for me somewhat humbling. I was born ten years after the bulk of the civil rights movement happened; by the time I was old enough to be conscious of the fact that I was black and therefore different/minority/whatever it all seemed like ancient history and very removed from my own personal experience. I grew up middle class and was bundled off to an international school where racism was something to be snarked at within our safe little multicultural bubble. It was always something I really had to think about and observe, rather than experience directly. In light of that, I feel kinda bad because Obama's nomination should mean more to me than it does. The fact that the importance of this nomination only hits my head and not really my heart so much I think says something. But still, I recognize that today for the first time ever, a man that looks like me has a pretty good shot at occupying the highest political position in the country, and that, truly, is pretty damned awesome.
