as I watch the news evolve of the Coronavirus, it strikes me as very similar. Please don’t get me wrong; I’m not suggesting that the Coronavirus isn’t potentially deadly, nor am I suggesting that news of it should be repressed. But even today a friend of mine posted a meme on her social media page that read something along the lines of having survived the dreaded bird flu, SARS, and several others she’s not so concerned about the Coronavirus. Another friend posted a meme that simply read, “Don’t Panic and Wash Your Hands”.
The psychologists tell me that it’s a problem with my serotonin. I’ve been prescribed serotonin re uptake blockers, basically keeping higher levels of serotonin in the intracellular fluids between my nerve cells. If it’s not taken back up, this “happiness” hormone is more likely to find its cell site to bind to make me feel happier.
I was raised to be immensely practical. As such, I had to refuse her very kind and loving offer. My readers might immediately think this has something to do with pride, and I suppose I’d have to admit that that has something to do with it, but not nearly as much as you might think.
Every few years, it seems as though there’s another story of a student that dies with alcohol poisoning. I don’t know if my classmate made it or not, but I can tell you that I never saw him again.
One common thread among the victims of the nuclear accident is the discovery of Strontium-90 in their bones.
I'm celebrating (if that's the proper term for it) the seventh anniversary of my heart attack.
Open and honest discussion allows for education, debate of ideas, and helps to protect people from, well, Chlamydia, along with other things like pregnancy.