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Count this one as a personal journal entry. Complete with ranting and raving about the job market, health insurance needs, and the state of political and economic affairs. It’s my blog and all write what I want to. I came across a work assignment, not too long ago that instantly brought anxiety and fear, followed by lingering mental health concern about my own employment. The assignment name: “How to manage depression after a job loss.” Well, fuuuuuuuuck. Thankfully, then and since then and now and for as much as I can predict any day into the future, my job security appears to be intact. That’s not saying much these days, and it’s about as predictable and guaranteeable as the Michigan weather in March or November. (See also: not at all.) For context, my career position is a mid-level edger and writer for a health information site. By and large, I’ve been doing much of the same thing in a similar way since 2012, with team and focus shifts on a semi-periodic basis since 2022. ...

An eye specialist recruits people with diabetes who have retinopathy & glaucoma into his practice to evaluate. His name is Dr Fruit. He tells concerned patients not to worry, that despite all their preexisting eye condition issues they’ve had, their eyes are fine and “perfect,” as much as they can be given everything else. As it turns out, it’s a ruse. A ploy to lull people into complacency, so their eyes will eventually expire and need to be plucked out. So he can then harvest them and grow alongside fresh apples in his garden. And eventually sell on the black eye market. 👀 🍎 😉 Wow. Just imagine that. Meeting Dr Eye Fruit I step back from the tale being crafted in my brain, reflecting on the eye doctor appointment. The spacious medical office had an open layout, almost designed to be a production line of eye patients moving in and out. Moving from each point on the production line, before eventually meeting with Dr. Fruit. He’s older, more distinguished than his young, clean-sh...