#acknowledgement

“”Everyone who acknowledges me publicly here on earth, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. But everyone who denies me here on earth, I will also deny before my Father in heaven.”—Matthew‬ ‭10‬:‭32‬-‭33‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Me explaining how I love the character of remmick and that he's my cutie patootie and he's a very well written character that has alotta lore and GAH DAYUMMMM HES SO FINEEE - while also acknowledging that he's a metaphor for the exploitation and gentrification of black culture and that he VERY WELL deserved to die!1!1!1!1!

They had to provide resuscitative measures.

So 5 weeks after surgery, to the date, I bit the bullet.

I’m a medical professional, well, not a ‘professional’ anymore despite 4 college degrees, countless hours of clinical expertise, specialty training, certificates, decorations, etc, but I digress, read more here -

The treatment I received was not the standard. I should have been admitted, and the post op team and my doctor fought over it. I put it all into words.

I have so many feelings surrounding this surgery in the first place. I didn’t want it, saw specialist after specialist after specialist. The recovery period has been a nightmare.

I’ve tried to remain upbeat about it, but pretending it didn’t happen is disingenuous.

Processing all of this for me and everyone around me has been really hard. I’m still fresh from surgery and have limitations for several more weeks, however no one can see it on the outside and they can’t feel how ran down I feel. How raw I am on the inside.

There’s so much more, I maybe will talk about it more one day, I completed the surveys though. My email inbox doesn’t haunt me as it did and I’ll take it for today.

It wasn’t my time.

2001 was crazy ✈