Grave Dimensions

Yoga mats, rabbitholes & other nonsense better left buried

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Dashco trying to say something? @causticgrip Ruby would like a word with you.

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It’s 10 o’clock.

Do you know where your kid’s anxiety over adulting is?

Mine is in my bed crying because they spent all their money going on tubing trips, concerts and a week long trip for a friend’s birthday and only now accepts that financial aid will not pay for a 4th year of community college.

And neither will I.

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To my credit they were the same color. Did I let it stop me? Hell no.

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Honorable mention to right nipple that decided “we” were cold while sweating our ass off in Zumba. The instructor thought I was having a medical emergency when I gripped my chest like I was ready to join Elizabeth.

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Managed to not completely embarrass myself at work.

Zumba was another story.

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Am I a petty bitch for emailing the entire company that I’m covering the front desk?

I would agree to that if they didn’t expect to be notified when I leave my office unattended. (NM actually Teams messaged me this morning to see if I was in while she’s in California. It begs the question of what kinda foolishness did she get up to before this was role?).

P.S. I never sign up to cover. I’ve just done it for the past 18 months whenever anyone needs a break like a normal coworker. Granted, we do need to hire a permanent replacement, but I assume they’ve never sent me the sign up sheet knowing I’ll cover whomever is covering.

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On Tuesdays I make extras so Sunday Kim has a nice dinner.

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I hear green light helps ease migraine attacks. My ass could use a walk while I’m at it.

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What I don’t show is my skin peeling around my nose and mouth from the swelling. My head still feels like a ripe melon.

This month has been more beneficial than I expected. I’m aware that I’m “different” during active (painful) attacks, but the whole process of visualizing my prodrome symptoms has made this one a lot easier than it could’ve been.

I’m not saying I’ve found the right treatment to prevent these attacks, but I was able to stave off the pain for 56 days by noticing my strange gait and speech issues. The desire to wear comfortable, familiar clothes is warning. Don’t even get me started on my moods! Your girl is messy! 😅

Granted I’ve been out of it since Thursday morning. I still managed to recognize my need for sick time without rationalizing it. I felt manageable enough to do a half day in office on Friday. I left my intern to man my office, which would be a ghost town anyway. Might have rebounded sooner if I hadn’t done that. NM’s not even here, nor is she traditionally 9-5, yet, I don’t need her feeling any kind of way that I’m taking advantage of— she’s so green it’s painful. Sick time is for these issues. I have 117 hours because I insisted on suffering last year.

Anyway, I broke down and booked a telehealth appointment for Nerivio. I’m gonna try some pattern disruption with the pain. I can only afford so many tattoos. Or days off without documenting a disability. Which this isn’t, yet.

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The headache portion finally found me. I put in for sick time, messaged my boss and emailed the staff before 7:30 to call out. Don’t know why I bothered, the rest of team was at a board member retreat before flying to San Diego until Tuesday. They never even read them.

On a side note our 11th new HR director didn’t even bother to call out yesterday. The CEO mentioned she’d be remote if she felt better today. Still, I feel better over communicating and covering my ass than gamble with these clowns.

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Update: I met my Peruvian intern. (Did she say he was Parisian or did I mishear?).

Really smart. Close to my kids ages. Of course, I’m going to worry about him having no car and this Hell Hole getting frigid.

I hope he last through the Fall. He’s got some good ideas and skills I need.

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In my defense, I waited until 8:40 pm to put this on. Not like anyone is coming over anyway. 🤣

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I spent far too much time fretting over my outfit today. I was prepared for a meeting with NM to discuss a strategic proposal. My neck was broadcasting another attack. My meeting was canceled before I even left the house. I should have called out sick.

So I spent my morning updating my resume to apply for a new position elsewhere. My drab little office is feeling more like a pound, I really should focus on leaving. My naproxen kicked my headache to the curb and I felt clear headed. So I did leave.

I work a couple of miles from the Botanical Gardens. I managed a 1.6 miles with a few minor stumbles. The migraine may not hurt, but my balance is still off. I needed to smell fresh, things for my lunch hour.

It’s funny how little they care if I leave as long as I come back. It’s kinda like being teenager. I need to be in the gardens, though. I’m unconsciously drawn there when I know a transition is coming or a relationship is ending. It changes, yet it’s constant. Might be something about how my mind works. Need to know the seasons roll on by.

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And thanks to intense corn sweat (the field for the maze was pumping some humidity) I was drenched through and through. 🫠 I did get a nice compliment on it from a lady at the farm stand, but by that point I looked like I had been washing the car in front of the prison yard.

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The Aunties are my new favorite people. We’re going back for speed dating to heckle and judge.

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I just met his Auntie neighbors. Lawd help us.

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Listen, the GM already follows me on TikTok, so clearly this is a proposal.