In which my migraine reveals itself as duplicitous

Originally published at Rachel Swirsky. You can comment here or there.

My intention to catch up on work this weekend was scuttled by a migraine.

ME: I’m going to catch up on work.

MIGRAINE: Okay, that sounds fine. I’ve been on break for a few days anyway; I’ll just go grab drinks at the pool bar.

ME: Cool.

ME: Okay, it’s Saturday, so I’m going to start working on–

MIGRAINE: MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! PSYCH!

(On the Hyperbole and a Half pain chart, it was really only a 6 or 7, which pain meds got down to a 3 or 4. I appreciate the pain help, but it’s still hard to work through.)

So, yeah. Quick update:

“If You Were a Butt, My Butt” is at $259! That means a prose version and an audio version. (If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, try the link.)

At $300, I will add $100 of my own to go to Lyon-Martin’s LGBTQ health services. If people don’t know why Lyon-Martin was my choice, it’s because this year’s Hugo ballot is being used to harass both me (along with other individuals) and the LGBTQ community at large, with a subtle lemon twist of transphobia. Supporting L-M seems like a fitting response to hate.

I hope people will help put it over the edge and force me to pony up!