To busk, or not to busk....

On the 28th of August, I started the following, but, due to lack of motivation, I suspect, I can't be sure you see... I blame the alcohol, propranolol, paracetamol and codeine coctail:

My daily doses of propranolol are keeping the migraines under wraps, and so far, I have been headache free since starting the course and therefore have not had to resort to taking any Tylex. Having a dependancy on anything scares me, especially any form of medication.

On a brighter note, I handed my notice in at 6pm on Monday the 22nd of August... and it was decided that I would not have to work it, due to being a security risk, and they would pay me my months salary up front instead.

I honestly have absolutely NO FRICKING IDEA on quite which road I thought that post was going to go down, but fear not, this post too will be penned with a total lack of direction, me being a creature of habit and all. I vaguely recollect contemplating mentioning both this famously addictive personality:

and his equaly addicted, if not quite as famous offspring Jack:


MOOOOOving swiftly along, since the last time I graced you all with my online presence, I have taken up employment with Sapphire Networks (not a lot there yet) who are going to be offering high speed broadband style internet access around the rock, and have taken over Gibraltar's first (and best) ISP GibNet as a Network Operations Centre Technician... or in plain English, I monitor stuff, and if it breaks, I fix it, or get those who know how to, to fix it. Which kicks the shit out of the busking idea (see title) and pays more too! I am currently in the middle of my 2nd night shift, working midnight till 8am, upon which time, I get to go home, give my lovely lady an hour long hug, before she gets up for work, leaving me to sleep during the day.

We were recently back in "Sunny"¹ England, firstly for a bit of a break, and secondly to celebrate the fact that her Great Aunt Dub was celebrating down in Plymouth after turning 100 years young! Unfortunately, this very enjoyable, and forever memorable occasion, brings me to a rather large gripe; Her Majesties Telegram. I've always wondered how it must feel to live for an entire century, to open that communication from your head of state, in recognition of your life's acheivements, during that 100 years, and personally, if it had been my telegram that was received that Sunny² Plymouth afternoon, I'd have been rather dissapointed. The signature, was printed, and not even decently printed to be honest. It was on non-embossed paper (which I thought would have been a nice touch, embossed with the palace crest) which had a recycled paper watermark, and had been put through a half arsed laser printer, which chucks on the date, the message and the signature. I mean come on, has she not got enough time to sign a few birthday cards a year! I have looked it up, and cards are only issued for 100th and 105th and every year there after birthday's, so surely there can't be that many!!! Well boy's and girl's that is where I am wrong. I hate it, because I was enjoying my moan against the Royal Family, but they also send them out for certain anniversaries etc.... so many so, that in 2000 the palaces secretary department sent out 30 bloody thousand of the things! :


So there, my persistant needed to prove myself has completely backfired.

QUICK INTERJECTION HERE!! I was about to use the phrase "hoist by my own petard" there, but I decided to check if that is the correct cliché-ic phrase to use. And I really don't know what the bloody hell it is meant to mean. Shakespeare apparently used it first, but if anyone could divulge how and when you are meant to use it, and more importantly, what it means, let me know!!

She was first introduced here, or there abouts, and has been mentioned numerous times, including this post, and these two:
Uno
Dos
amongst others, but never been seen. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys 'n Girls, Lads an' Ladettes, may have the great pleasure of showing you the true, notthis interpretation Miss S.J. Myles:

I first met her during last Christmas' pantomime, don't worry too much about the crazy man dressed as a woman in the background:


During a whiskey sampling night recently, prior to us all getting rather wobbly-kneed:


And even more recently, on National Day (my love, you can explain the "Sorry Hat" if you so wish hehehe):

And just to take the piss out of myself, trying to look out the top of my forehead:


AND THAT, AS THEY SAY (OR AT LEAST I DO AT TWENTY PAST SIX IN THE BLOODY MORNING) IS THAT!!! It's been fun, thank you, thank you, I'm here all week (what's left of it) mucho's gracias GOODNIGHT!!!

Insert^{1. I always enclose the word sunny in inverted comma's when refering to the UK, as on the majority of times that I am there, it isn't! This trip however was blessed with reasonably good weather considering the time of year. This is my get out of jail free card before any sad bastard takes it upon themselves to check out the temperature, humidity, cloud levels and rain fall for September this year, and compare them to past years' averages for the same area, etc.}

Insert^{2. See, I don't do it all the time!!!!}

Who, what, when, where and...

To live without nuisance, would truly be an empty existence indeed. However, to struggle by defeats the purpose of existing at all. To question is human, as is to err, and my question at present is a simple one, why? Simple to ask that is, not to retort. I care not for why this is happening, only why so often. With 4 subsequent attacks since my attempted “in time” portrayal, and having to resort to preventative medication, my patience really is tiring of it all, as Siobhan’s too must surely be. She knows exactly how grateful and appreciative I am for her patience, kindness, love and support, but I feel it needed repeating. It must be nigh on torturous to watch someone you care about suffer, become a useless wreck every time they experience an attack, but she has been my Rock over recent weeks, and I cannot thank her enough for it.

I have recently been contemplating alternative methods of relief and prevention, such as acupuncture (though some reports suggest that it only has placebo effects,) acupressure and even reflexology or other chiropractic methods. Other methods I have read about include Biofeedback, a method of relaxation and almost meditation that incorporates an ideal similar to the “mind over matter” principle. Anyone who has had any experience in these, especially biofeedback, both personal or witnessed, I would love to hear from, leave a comment or send me an email, details are in the disclaimer at the top right of the page...

Let me leave you with some peoples depictions of their auras:


A good representation of kind of how an aura effects your vision, curling round one side, except it isn't static, it's twirls and twists, and produces patterns like one of these would on a bright sunny day


The expression given in this picture is exactly my sentiment every time I feel an attack coming on, fear and panic...


Aura and migraine art can be found all over the web, just use your good friend: