IV bars. I first found out about them in NOLA, obviously marketed for hangovers. (I hope an EMT patented that shit.) I've gone to them repeatedly since just to get over being sick, bolster my immunity for planes, help my hair from falling out in acute stress waves, keep me on my feet for a life I am force marching myself through, day after day, month upon month. Mostly the marketing is beauty, vitamins to give you glow or whatever, sales on V-Day 🙄, but your FSA pays for it, it's "coded". The IV must be administered by a nurse. And there's a new rule, a 1 minute "go ahead" telehealth conversation with a physician required. He was on a ski slope in Colorado. It always comes up, what I do (wtf do I do? try to make it better, somehow, the whole healthcare sucks for everybody thing). English Professor for the Health Professional, a pocket charm. And then inevitably, the situation update. One nurse went through critical care to hospice, the ratio of caregivers:patients being impossibly low:high, more appropriate for dying than healing (though I can assure ya Hospice Buffalo Dude is not on board with that math). She graduated in 2011, she would never go into NUR now, but this IV thing is okay, pays less but she makes people feel better here, something no longer widely available in her profession. The younger one went right here, to IV bar, via the physician, who is paid more for 1 minute than she is for the hour, the new "rule" nothing more than another $ loop and we all know it. "He's really nice, though." Yes, they are generally quite nice, demons of some kind. Who comes in here now, is it beauty seekers? "Sort of", they both look kind of pained. "A lot more nurses actually, I have this one friend who bought her own red light system for home!" Red light, what is that? "I'm like girl you're 29, that job makes you OLD! She should give IVs instead." So nurses come in here to get help from nurses for the crap they feel like being nurses? "Just like you, kinda!" We all laugh. 

I think I'll go to church this morning. Not the range, which my gut rejects, I don't trust Nebraska enough for that, not that he'd shoot me but that he might like to stir my fear(s). A man teaching a woman to shoot a gun should be about her defending her SELF, not about reminding her that she has no means to do that. Right? 

So. I will go meet the Jesuit Mary. I'm pretty sure I'm never coming back here, but if I do, I want to make sure the Marys have eyes on it. 

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My MOON sign is PISCES: You can't help but feel that you are so much better than the cycle a relationship has pulled you into, and you'll prove correct. You will find a civil resolution for uncivilized discourse — a huge step toward reclaiming your peace.

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