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Sleep hygiene: protecting your sleep and your sanity during an information war

A friend mentioned that in order to combat her news-triggered anxiety, she was focusing on creating nighttime and morning routines to help protect her time in bed as precious and not to be fucked with. Basically, she's making rituals to protect the sacred space of FUCKING SLEEPING.

This is what's known as "sleep hygiene," and of course it's important all the time… but maybe extra important during times like these, when the cultural anxiety is through the roof. You can't get shit done if you're exhausted. Sleep is crucial.

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Condoms and coercion: a gynecologist searches for good, clean fun

…I was having casual sex, of course I was using condoms, that’s just what one does. Right?

I mean, while it was always my intention to use one, in all honesty, a condom did not always make its way onto a penis prior to its arrival in my vagina.

So, what’s wrong with me? I am a gynecologist! I have a Master’s degree in public health. If ANYONE knows better, it’s me…

It's not "ruining a diet," it's called "living life"

To tell people who are so committed to a part of their lives that it could be in jeopardy from a single hot dog (or an entire plate full of them) is ridiculous. And it's part of what is wrong with the "diet culture" in our society. It's not a fucking diet. It's just life…

How I faced my fear of the dentist: If it works for me (and cats) it can work for you

I'm not just afraid of the dentist. More accurately, I have a "shut down completely, cry when I even THINK about going, prescription drugs are not enough to calm me, once made a dentist too upset to continue working on my mouth, trauma response-level" fear of the dentist. Until this past year, I hadn't been to the dentist in almost 10 years!

I was recently talking to a friend, who also has a fear of the dentist, and she asked how I conquered my fear and went to the dentist, not once but THREE times this past year. My answer was that I did NOT conquer my fear, but I did do this…

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Fake it 'till you make it, unless you're at the doctor: 7 lessons for the chronically ill

I've fallen ill, I guess that's the word — ill. I've fallen worthless is what it feels like. Not that I'm not fabulous on the inside still, I'm awesome, but my body has taken to no longer working, so the fab's pretty hard to show. Health-wise, a good day is where I'm able to cook a meal and do some dishes, or draw or write, for an hour or two. Many days all I can do is just lie here. This has been such a bizarre experience, but I've learned some things along this journey…