Archive | August 6, 2015

I bloody hate migraines but I hate bureaucracies worse

I get migraines but most of the time they are under good control and I haven’t had a really bad one in a long time until Tuesday. Some helpful Hannah maintenance man decided to replace all the missing bulbs on our floor Monday night and has been causing misery in at least 4 migraine suffers so far.

Tuesday morning I took 800mg ibuprofen and it did Jack Squat so then I took Maxalt which I hate to take. I couldn’t remember why I hated it until I took it because it had been awhile. It made me too dizzy to get up and walk but it did take the edge off but I still ended up sitting with my dark glasses on at work looking like an idiot. I couldn’t go home because I had taken the bus for the first time in a month and a half and I knew there was no way I could ride the bus in bright sunlight. When I finally went home I made my sister meet the bus and walk me home because I was afraid I’d be really dizzy and take a header.

So today I put a ticket in with Facilities to have them come take at least one of the bulbs out. Some bonehead in Facilities told me I had to get my doctor to sign off on the removal so I reported it to my boss. Turns out my manager and one of the analysts had already filed the paperwork for removal of their bulbs, so they had to come and do it, they removed one of the fluorescent bulbs an hour ago and it’s so much better. The one he left is behind my chair and my eye can’t read the flicker that fluorescent bulbs put out. Sweet relief.

I got one really had at camp and because I knew camp really well blindfolded myself with a bandana until nightfall. Freaked people out that I was walking around not seeing over streams and the edges of cliffs but hey, the blind kid learned how to walk without seeing a long time ago.

People who don’t get them just have no clue what a migraine is like but a fellow migraine sufferer knows what misery is.


Signs of repayment of a debt to Gaelic and Scots

Wee Ginger Dug

Muriel Gray is such a wag, sending witty Tweets about railway station name signs which are bilingual in English and Gaelic. Well I say witty. It’s witty in the same way that Adam Sandler is a comedian, or deep fried Mars bars with a Buckie chaser aren’t a stereotype. I hesitate to repeat it in case you fall about laughing so much you hit your head on the coffee table and kill yourself, but Muriel said that the biggest social problem in Scotland used to be lost Gaelic speakers begging to know where they were, but now with bilingual railway signs we have so sorted that one. I know, right. Laugh? I nearly contributed to the School of Art restoration fund.

Muriel’s unfunny wee jokette with its redolence of cultural cringe might have been just an off the cuff remark, but it taps into the arrogance of the Scottish British…

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Every day and every night that I say the geneology of Brighid
I shall not be killed
I shall not be harmed
I shall not be put into a cell
I shall not be wounded

No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me
No lake, no water, no sea shall drown me.

For I am the child of Poetry,
Poetry, child of Reflection,
Reflection, child of Meditation,
Meditation, child of Lore,
Lore, child of Research,
Research, child of Great Knowledge,
Great Knowledge, child of Intelligence,
Intelligence, child of Comprehension,
Comprehension, child of Wisdom,
Wisdom, child of Brighid.
Carmina Gaedelica edited by Lunea Weatherstone

May my words be as considered as poetry,
May I reflect on all I do or say,
May I meditate on those things important spiritually
May I seek to know more of the lore
May I research what I am curious about and what will enable me to grow
May I seek to know great knowledge,
May I acknowledge the intelligence of others
May I comprehend what I seek to learn and apply those lessons
May I know that seeking wisdom is not the same as being wise.
May I be a child of Brighid.

SelfBlessing is by me


Brighid, bean-oirdheirc
Lasrach grad
Fetaim lasrach soillse
Thoir cuireadh sinne
ris a’ bheatha

Brighid, Sublime Woman
Quick flame
Long may you burn bright!
You give us the invitation
to life everlasting