Writing work emails - the struggle

A couple months ago I saw a post about writing work emails that I could relate to so much lol

The person has sent an email to a client, and the client sent an email back complaining about emails written by AI being impersonal. The employee wrote back they're not an AI, they're autistic 🤣 

I'm not diagnosed with Autism, but there are so many things I relate to.

It takes me forever to write emails because after I write I have to rewrite it with emotion, but then rewrite with less emotion, and keep doing this until I find a balance that seems appropriate to the situation. All so I don't come off wrong 😩

And then I get told I'm overthinking. 

I was just writing an email for work and that internet post popped into my head. 

At least with my coworkers I've learned I can unmask and write my emails with bullet points like I like. 

Bullet points ... That's very AI-ish 🫠

I saw a speech by Temple Graden online where she talked about the first time she used Google and the image search feature and it blew her mind, because for the first time she saw a physical representation of how her brain worked. An image search 💯

Sentimentality and Digital Clutter

Over the years I've created multiple accounts on different platforms and most of them I don't even log into anymore.

But the idea of just deleting them is hard for me to do. 

When I log in there are memories, there's information that I don't want to lose, and pretty images that I'm still drawn to. There's still a sense of community that I don't want to lose access to. But that sense of community is an illusion.

Again, I don't maintain these accounts anymore. One of my blogs hadn't had an update since December 2019. That was easy to delete; the posts where only my own and only one year's worth; it was easy to copy everything to Blogger and then delete the blog. But I have another that has over 800 posts. Most of them are shared posts from other people's blogs, with information that I still want to hold onto. It doesn't make sense to copy those onto this blog, they're irrelevant to what I'm doing here, but I still don't want to loose access to the collection. Some of them I've started copying onto my computer, with links to the original posts. (Some of the blogs don't even exist anymore.)

As websites and services age, the companies are beginning to purge unused accounts. Facebook and  Yahoo deletes accounts if they haven't been logged into for a certain number of years. Google has started doing it, Photobucket and OneDrive are doing it ... it makes sense because server space is finite. Xanga doesn't exist, MySpace completely revamped and purged the content of the existing accounts. So eventually, these unused blogs and social media accounts of mine are going to get deleted. Some of them already have; in that case I've been using the Wayback Machine to get some of the content.

Here's to scrapbooking my digital life!

I’m Free from the Hospital!!

 I’m Free!! It’s been 9 days since I was released from the hospital!

So rewind a bit …

In May I had my supervisor drive me to the hospital from work because my oxygen and heart rate kept getting bad. I was hospitalized for acute lung failure and tachycardia.

To be honest, it had been going on for months. The feeling of suffocation and dizziness had started causing panic attacks that my therapist was helping me work through.

“Why didn’t you see your doctors?” Because I had messed up my health insurance. My doctors were aware and we were waiting for SSA to finish processing my request to reinstate my Medicare Part B so I could schedule the needed appointments. But the process was taking forever.

The day I was admitted I was supposed to be going to a local disability conference. Instead I was taken to the ER. After 2 weeks I was medically stable, but my Medicare plan wasn’t reinstated yet and we couldn’t guarantee I’d have access to the life sustaining equipment I need. The hospital gave me the option to stay until my insurance was fixed and I took it.

They tried to help move things along but unfortunately hit a brick wall. In the end, friends and family convinced me to reach out to politicians for help, and it worked! On day 50 of being in the hospital my Medicare Part B was reinstated! Two days later I was released and have been staying at my grandmother’s since.

Now I’m adjusting to my new normal. My oxygen bottles have gotten larger, my liter flow has gone up, and I have some weight to lose to help my lung.

Wish me luck 🤞… 7/21/24

 

  

  

  

And a HUGE shoutout to my best friends! I wouldn’t be able to live wild in the world without them <3