No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Tomorrow’s surgery has been thrown into question by a new-to-me set of requirements for the person who will be driving me home and babysitting me afterward. This morning’s scheduling email from Kaiser Permanente suddenly revealed that they expect my helper to be onsite during the surgery, something I did not arrange because it wasn’t previously mentioned, and in fact my current helper isn’t even available under later in the afternoon.
It’s now mid-afternoon and I have received no updates on the matter, although I’ve told them that I need their decision, well, basically right now, so that I can call my insurance’s non-emergency medical transport service and get set up for tomorrow morning’s 6:00am check-in. Kaiser might very well cancel the surgery outright and insist that I go through all of this past week of fatigue, exhaustion, and depression a second time.
Originally published to write.house by Bix Frankonis. Comments and replies by email are welcome.