Thursday, April 15, 2004

On the one hand, you're ready to transform yourself beyond recognition. On the other hand, you still want friends, clients and random admirers to know you by face and name so that you won't have to start all over again. It's a puzzle at first, but you have time to work it out. Before long, you'll experience the double benefits of comfortable familiarity and new beginnings. Artists could be looking at a career breakthrough. Scientists and adventurers make the greatest discovery in the known universe. Maybe you don't claim to be any of these things, but the good news still applies.


Interesting horoscope.

It is a very me horoscope though. That craving for complete change. The deeply seated urge to do the Pheonix thing and rise out of my own ashes more fabulous and brilliant than before.

However honestly it's very difficult to do such a thing when your head hurts so bad you think it's going to blow up. As in KABOOOOM!!!! No more head.

Ugh.

Anyhow.

I wrote up a little something for work here that I'm actually very proud of. I've been working on it for the past week and ahalf or so and it came out concise and to the point. And hopefully very helpful. If so I will be writing up similar things for customer service as well. And one in general for my own department.

I am a big believer that having something written down to reference is very handy. What I don't like are huge clunky documents that take you forty minutes just to get to the one thing you need. I like quick and efficient documentation for things.

In other news the migraine. This one seems to have a peronality all it's own. It's own fucking stratosphere. It's HUGE and menacing. And wrapped so tight around my head I caught myself wondering earlier how much it'd hurt to slam my foot in a door to distract myself.

Years ago I had my septum pierced. A very painful piercing. It came to be because of a migraine like this one. I'd had it for days and days. None of the usual round of drugs was working and I was one step away from heading to the ER for a shot of muscle relaxer in the neck or a sledgehammer to the forehead when my roomy at the time asked if I wanted to go with him to get his ear jewelry changed.

I agreed. I like tattoo and piercing shops. I usually like the people and am always curious as to what's new and painful. So as I was sitting there bullshitting away with the dreadlocked piercer he kept looking at my nose. Now that sort of thing might lead a person to believe they have a boogy.

But no boogy. in fact he walked over to nudge my nose with a fingertip and said, "a septum piercing would look so cool on you. You've got a good nose for it. Want one?"

Now to that point that was a piercing I'd never considered. At the time I had two in my belly button, a bunch in my ears. And a lone cartiledge piercing in my left ear. I asked if it hurt a lot. He said yes. I plunked down the money for the jewelry (he did it on his own dime) and laid in the chair.

As he was getting the needle ready and everything I told him about my headache and jokingly said something about wanting some pain induced euphoria. He told me I'd probably get it. And that he was terribly sorry about my head. Seems his girlfriend suffered migraines as well and usually was confined to bed.

The needle was fucking huge. I mean big. And he led me through some breathing then..zip. I had a big fucking needle in my nose and it hurt like a son of a bitch. It hurt so bad I had to take a few minutes before he put the jewelry in. My belly button had hurt a little but nothing like that. I thought he was going to rip off my nose. The whole lower half of my face throbbed in shock then that subsided.

When he got the jewelry in (a modest little ring. Not too big) I stood in front of the mirror a bit woozily and smiled. It was pretty. I liked it.

After that my roomy and I wandered into a cafe and sat to bullshit with some other kids. After an hour or so I piped up mid-convo, "HOLY SHIT MY HEAD DOESN'T HURT ANYMORE." In fact it didn't. I felt like I'd gotten myself a shot of something good.

That was a beautiful thing. The endorphins kicked in and I was flying high. Felt good.

Now the next day my nose hurt and was oozy but I didn't mind. I felt so much better. I sent the piercer a card in fact.

So yeah. If I had money odds are I'd be staying up to get something pierced tattooed or otherwise maimed not only for aesthetics but for some pain rerouting.

In yet other news the website is almost done. One more page to code. Couple to remove from navigation and NUDEMUSE is good to go.

Enough. I'm tired and it's almost time to go home. Why don't I post this bitch.
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