September 16th, 2009


My aura is beautiful...

But unfortunately that's my migraine aura. That's what they call the distortion of the brains vision processing during the onset of a migraine attack (and some other conditions, but in my case migraine). I wish I could have shown it to you. Unfortunately, when it is finished, there is queasiness and stuff like that, and now the headaches. I was lucky to arrive at my office around a quarter of the way through the aura and immediately started brainwave entrainment with alpha waves, this seems to have helped somewhat. I am also naturally resistant to moderate pain. And for good measure, I got a visit from a coworker who has just returned from four months of cancer therapy. It does put things in perspective. Still, I would probably have gone home if I was sure I could do that without throwing up. Migraine is not part of my job description after all...
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Dear random company

which imagines that it is in any way appropriate for YOU to call ME and then immediately proceed to play a recorded voicemail:
I get your message quite clearly. Not the recorded message, which I don't listen to, but the message that you consider my time to be less valuable than the time of your human employees. Strangely, to me it is exactly the other way around. I would resent wasting my time on a stranger that was not specifically in need of my qualifications. Using a glorified tape recorder to call me won't exactly improve this situation. And presumably you did want something from me, yes? Since you called me, and I did not call you. Well, you're not getting it by insulting me, believe it or not.