Just don't look

My lady has a weird need to look at grotesque and disturbing things. Just healing from a chest cold, Satu had to look at pictures of lungs online. I'm not sure what phrase she had to type in to figure out where the snot is before you cough it out. I definitely don't want to know. She also has to investigate all plane crashes and follow the investigations as they unfold.
Satu is the kind of person who feels like you have to look disaster straight in the eye until it backs down. She is also a multi-tasker, so while she is looking at lungs and plane crashes, she is also researching life jackets and self diagnosing her knee pain. "I think it's my patella," she just said to me. We are listening to an audiobook that she is following, but I am missing because I can't think these blog thoughts and hear about palladium.
Maybe Satu's mind has different rooms, while mine is just a gigantic ballroom for random thoughts.

Satu has graciously shared her cold with me. She made soup tonight and has been giving me plenty of soothing attention. Since I am not nauseous, I feel okay about hosting these new germs until my body moves them on. I don't feel good, but I am not dying or scarred. I'll probably be fine as long as I don't have to see anymore slimy lungs.

I am glad that Satu is such a head into the wind kind of person, it means that she can shelter my tender heart by knowing stuff so that I don't have to. I think I always believe the best about the world. And though Satu is hopeful and optimistic, she knows better than to believe foolishly like I do. She locks doors behind me, hands me my purse in public spaces and always has an appropriate weapon and an escape plan just in case. This frees me up to see all of the puppies and kittens an butterflies that are beyond all of the unpleasant things that I have to overlook to see them. Satu's got that, I'll be over there feeding pound cake to a raccoon.