That essay made me cry, Jesse. I could quote about half of it (someone else who can't tolerate mint! I am exhausted by the people who try and cure me with it...some variety mint is fine, other mint is an instant code red), but really, this sums up so much:
Only now, 20 years after my first migraine at age 12, do I fully recognize the insidious force that has made me less ambitious over time, less adventurous, and less fun.
And then the bit about flaking...well, nothing y'all haven't been regaled with, just in concise and illustrative terms.
Too much, too much.
I need to work out what it was about the Kit Kat that might have hit me so hard yesterday. At least I know it's not chocolate, since I've been eating dark chocolate this whole while. High glycemic sucrose? Really? That was almost as bad as an artificial sweetener headache.
But maybe it wasn't the Kit Kat after all. The most important thing is that I got some sleep last night and it's down a couple points today.
There was something I meant to say that wasn't about headaches, but I forget...
Am feeling like a horrible person. I reached out to someone to see if she could take part in a client presentation a few weeks from now, and she responded that she was having a pre-something procedure in preparation for surgery she is having a few days later so it would be really difficult for her.
And upon instructions from above I responded to the effect of "great! that'll be so helpful if you can move it, please let me know asap."
A vague decline is nobody's friend.
Cash, that is some effed-up shit. I'm sorry that your mom has to wait so long.
Burrell, still thinking of you and your family.
Kat (and anyone else who needs it) - hugs and ~ma.
Brenda, I'm really sorry you had to send that out. Ew.
I do not want to be at work. I want to be home, playing in my garden.
It was a little nicer than that, and did say it's okay if she can't, but still.
ita, sadly, that was the part that first made me think of you.
Ouch, brenda.
Have you drunk-dialed Congress yet?
Nope, can't afford booze OR factory chicken!
Well, in a complete change of topic, have naked, swinging-it-all Willem Dafoe dancing like a chimera: [link] (I'm assuming the naked woman moves so little because she's the titular sphinx--uninspired interpretation, IMO, disappointing).
Brenda, that's...sometimes I lack gruntle when it comes to "from above". Not all outlets let you caveat around it.
Hey, look who's writing on The Toast! [link]
Mom has to wait until the 21st for her scan results because her oncologist is on vacation!
Cash - Push them to have another oncologist review the results. That is not right and it happens all to often. But they have to have a covering oncologist.
