Today’s work challenge was some odd version of ASCII Art. With my bad eyesight, I couldn’t really see anything, despite repeated zooms in and out, and attempts to change my perspective physically.
I am going blind. It’s one of my symptoms. Is it frustrating? Abso-fucking-lutely. Maybe I could just ignore that fact, and would feel better, but things like that just reinforce it.
I started plunking away at this while listening, again, to a podcast that’s causing petulance. See this. Ignorance is bliss, maybe, but you shouldn’t strive for it. Even if it makes you happier. How’s that for “truthiness?”
I admit I was very worried about getting my last Tysabri infusion because of what might happen if I get COVID-19. I spoke to my neurologist, and she said to go ahead with it. Unsurprisingly, I feel a lot better after I finally got my “recharge.”
But the bigger point, the point the Pod host, and Chuck Todd don’t get, is that people can handle continuous updates on information, even if there’s some small variances.
I swear, officer, I didn’t know I was fifteen over. I mean, I checked the speedometer three minutes before you clocked me!
Yeah, GLWT.
Rant kinda derailed by work. I’m going to step aside for the afternoon.