3/27/25
i keep thinking, if feet get bad again (hands and feet in general itchier and burning more, thumb still terrible and not healing no matter how much Emuaid I put), that this time it’s different because i have hope. the last time when it dragged on and on for months, i wasn’t sure what was causing it or if it would ever end. now i’m like 90% sure it’s pollen. even now, skin getting worse is coinciding with the pollen emerging. so now i know if i can just get out of here to somewhere “safe”, no matter how bad it looks or how painful, it’ll recede and it CAN recede. just like it did this past December when pollen season ended. I have hope it’s not forever. Before, i didn’t know.
4/1/25
yesterday, was feeling OK, stayed in all day. But then at night, went out with R to pick up Baby. The air outside was really warm and it was windy. the pollen count was really high on my Allergy Plus app, and had been at almost maximum level for the past few days and today. I started feeling uncomfortable by the time we reached my mom’s house, and increasingly uncomfortable as the night wore on. My feet itched and hurt, my hands a bit too. And then this tightening in my throat and chest I could feel very clearly, that I know came from breathing in pollen that’s all around. Just an all-around terrible feeling, and I went to sleep feeling bad and allergic, taking a bunch of supplements trying to mitigate it. I told R last night that I don’t think I can go with him anymore to pick up the baby, because just that one outing made me so uncomfortable. after we got back, there was a downpour of rain, and today it’s much colder. I’m starting to add propolis to my supplements, maybe that will help.
4/2/25
I was thinking it’s sad that I can’t stay here, close to my family. But also, I need to use my hands and feet, and they are like not functioning here with the pollen. it gets so bad, so painful. I have to go.
4/3/25
tonight, itched feet, and afterwards felt some moisture that was reminiscent of weeping, but not weeping. One part pretty raised. And they hurt afterwards. Later, I went down to get the laundry, and while I was folding the clothes, I just started crying. Crying and folding, folding and crying. I was thinking of all the nights, the hours and hours I stayed up rocking and trying to soothe myself from being in pain from my skin, for seven months straight. I was afraid it was all happening again. I was just afraid, and felt like I was doing so much already but still there was nothing I could do to stop it.
still trying to get out of here, but it can’t come fast enough. Our weekdays are filled with working our respective jobs, and then our weekends filled with being with Hunter, who demands attention basically every minute. Any downtime in between, we’re getting the RV ready and cleaned and preparing the house to sell (currently clutter everywhere). When that’s finally done, have to show the house and sell it and all that entails. So however long all that will take.
4/4/25
Hunter starting to recognize words now. When we’re reading in bed, he’ll point to words and say them right. The other day, R took him to Sonic (the restaurant), and he’s been playing Sonic (the video game), and he pointed to the sign outside the restaurant and said “Hey, why does that word look the same as Sonic?”
he’s also become less clingy and stuck on me, especially when he’s headed to play/playing video games with dad, which fractures my heart a bit when I feel like cuddling him, but I know it’s a part of him growing up and I’m also proud of it in a way.
“May I step into my joy and my power.” – Mandi Em
4/5/25
Got to Philly too late for the big march, but there was a small one I happened to walk into afterwards, and followed for a few blocks. I would’ve liked to see thousands and thousands- like the whole population of Philadelphia- flooding the streets, but it didn’t look like that to me, at least in the aftermath. like there were still non-march pedestrians about, still normal street traffic, it seemed like not much regularity was disrupted. I even heard, while walking back in the aftermath with the crowd, two onlookers call out several times, “mace em and taze em!” I never heard any opposition or got that opposed feeling in any march I’ve attended before. just feels like compared to the times of Occupy, that people are more polarized or more judgmental, or less tolerant, or something. I feel like we have to do something more than ordinary marches, like something different that’s never been done, to get our point across today. like marches 2.0 to the max, or something in addition that’s really attention getting. Something else, something more.
and then a small thing that bothered me: during the small march – it was like an impromptu thing so there were no police aiding us or blocking the streets for us – we did not have the right-of-way. But the few intersections we crossed, nobody in the march stopped, even though the light was green for traffic. I noticed, and I hung back, but I watched as everyone walked by me and cars were I’m sure very annoyed. One Septa bus even ran through the red light after they all had passed- I’m sure the driver was pissed. I just felt like people should’ve been paying attention to that, because it gives a bad impression.
favorite thing I overheard while walking though: “that guy was nice to lend me his extra trans flag”
favorite sign i saw: “The only minority destroying America is the billionaire class”
4/6/25
first time i felt super married was yesterday when R made my celery juice. he knew i needed to drink it in the morning and we were rushing to go somewhere, and out of the blue without me asking, he said he’d make it for me while i got ready to go. a small thing, but it touched my heart because it made me feel like i wasn’t totally alone in taking care of my skin, when he presented the green juice to me.