Unrelated: the dentist appointment was to get a scan for a crown on an implant. But the dentist was running suuuuper behind, and it's not like it's an emergency for me, and I live less than a mile away and work from home, so it's no big deal to reschedule. He was so relieved when I offered.

So: Wednesday is teeth cleaning, and some time later this week will be crown scan. My life is a carnival.

She also isn't offering the leaves and accommodations as a trap, to see if you'll be a "Good Employee" and turn it down while you bravely struggle through working with a migraine.

Do I have decades of trauma from working at Microsoft? Yes, yes I do.

Do I have decades of trauma from working at Microsoft? Yes, yes I do.

Honestly, your brain raccoons are just trying to protect you; they're just *too* good at it. They're overreacting, or pre-reacting, or something. You and the raccoons will be absolutely fine if you take care of yourself.

Same, Tep. I know there are bigger problems out there, but more fun might make it easier to fight through the tough stuff. Sadly, boss, more fun doesn't include a lot of unpaid phone shifts that people are all "Thank you for your service," about. I wonder if I'll ever find passion for that again, since that's mostly what I get from it, being part of a minority that both parties, well, let's be nice and say "tend to ignore"--but I've stayed away this past week cause I've been kind of congested and don't want to lose my voice talking to every machine on the Western Seaboard...Did that once for Obama--don't remember if that was allergies or me just trying to do WAY too much, but it lasted for three days.(poncy bugger owes me fifty quid) I don't do a hundred calls in two days anymore, though...the candidates aren't there when I'm all Don Vito. Doing better today--haven't felt*bad* but distracted, and, well, mucusy.quite frankly. a lot of literal sucking on lozenges and whatnot.

and what tep said on Over-Responding Brain Raccoons--it sounds like the people at work are trying to help, Jilli--hope you feel better, btw.

Echoing what the said, Jilli.

Would be happy to be a European mutt, not Flemish.

Ditto. Bad gotcha bosses wouldn't be offering leave resources and info, they'd be going "are you sure you can't tough it out?" to guilt you into staying, or telling you you can't miss work because the company will fall into bankruptcy if you're not at your desk at all times.

In other news I had a productive weekend mopping up rainwater that had seeped into my laundry room, sweeping up bits of shredded paper kindling that had escaped the fire globe intact, and assembling a 4' x 6' metal privacy panel (one of two) to extend the part of my back yard fence that neighbors can't see through. I continued the momentum this morning with bill paying and multiple errands that included finally getting the bald tire on my mom's van replaced. It's such a relief to have most of my remaining to-do list be getting through various entertainment media that are on a deadline.