holy shit, spread this like wildfire guys before November
one of the biggest and most devious tools being used against voters now is that voting locations for lower income neighborhoods and neighborhoods that are primarily black or hispanic are suddenly closed down, in the middle of nowhere, or only open for 4 hours a day
do whatever you can to help negate that being a barrier
Chipotle comped my dinner for no apparent reason. My least favorite driver termed. The one major snag I had today got taken care of my a supervisor. And I just found out that Grubhub will deliver IHOP to my apartment.
When I get tired, like on Fridays after a long work week, and I am so tired of being around people, I crave solitude. But if a close friend was like
“HEY YOU WANNA GO GET ENCHILADAS?????”
I am always like “Yes. Yes I do.” Even if it involves dealing with Friday night crowds because if I don’t I know I’ll be lonely and sad. It’s like I go from craving solitude to wanting companionship as soon as company is on the table.
I’ve been waiting share this story… not because I was waiting for a time or a date, but because there have been lots of patients and it’s a bit more complicated and I wanted to be able to give the purple bear’s story it’s own space.
Teddy’s person called one April day quite concerned (rightly so) because the dog (frequently the culprit) had chewed Teddy’s face off! Here are the diagnosis photos she sent:
I love the sign behind him. Don’t worry Teddy… everything was ok!
Teddy flew to the hospital a few days later just for treatment (no spa– see, I told you not everyone needs a spa!).
We started by stitching him up as much as possible, and putting in his first new eye:
Then he needed a fur transplant but after years of loving, there just wasn’t a perfect fur match:
His person asked if we could take a bit of fur from his back for his face, and use the transplant fur on the back instead, where the scar would be less obvious. And that’s what we did:
Here he is, wounds repaired and vision restored (the nose wear was pre-dog and was being kept). His person’s response:
Oh my goodness you are a miracle worker. Words can not explain my appreciation
The Paradox Machine 