So that football player, whatshisname, who died on the field

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and was revived - like, I'm glad for him that he's getting better but also, not gonna lie, I have this simmering resentment that he got fucking intubated and he's getting better and my mom got intubated on her actual birthday and then she died.

Obviously two totally different cases, two totally different conditions on two totally different patients, and so on, also, c'mon, I don't really want people to drop dead left and right because my mother died - but still.

You don't need to tell me it's all right that I kinda feel that way even though it's obviously ridiculous. I do know that.

So that's that. I'm glad for him and his family, and everybody else who's injured or ill and recovers - but also not so much. That irritation on behalf of others cannot fade soon enough.

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Which is to say, I wouldn't do something shitty about these crap feelings anyway, but even if I would I wouldn't because laziness would kick in between the thought and the deed.