YYZ. Yeah, you heard me.

I have recently started having some occasional bouts of nausea. It usually happens in the car, but has, sometimes, happened at work. In general, I don't actually, you know, vomit, but it's uncomfortable and if I'm around other people, I get very self-conscious about it. Luckily this almost never happens. 

For a while, I thought that the nausea was a portent of a migraine. Why did I think that, you ask? Because almost every bout of nausea was portentous of a migraine, i.e., they went together, hand in sweaty little hand. 

But! I have been extremely lucky lately (knocks on wood, spits in the wind, shouts from high atop the thing), and I haven't had an actual migraine in a couple of weeks. The nausea persists, though. Then I suspected that it was a reaction to the stress I mostly always experience at work. I guess it's possible, but when and where it happens makes this, to me, an untrained professional, seem unlikely. 

Sometimes, I can stave away the uncomfortable-ness of it by singing. Obviously I can only do this in the privacy of my car (in other places I just take a lot of deep breaths) or bathroom, and I've got my own little playlist of songs I, with my limited range and unpleasant tone, can manage. Sometimes I just go for it (as Patrick, my brother, and Jules can attest, having witnessed it on a recent drive to Northern California. I figured my own brother wouldn't mind, but turns out he had headphones on and/or slept the whole way. I suspect he was listening to white noise meant to drown me out). 

One of the songs I get a kick out of singing is that instrumental masterpiece by those philosophically challenged Canadians, Rush. I've been fond of Rush since forever (I should probably admit that this affection was encouraged by an old boyfriend). Their lyrics are incredibly stupid, the actual music borders on... bad, but I really love them. Wait, did I say "love"? Fine. I love those songs. along with Geddy Lee, however, requires more range, vocal cords and talent than God saw fit to endow me with, so their song YYZ is perfect for me.

As an unabashed dork, vocalizing the guitar and bass parts, the cheesy keyboard line, and the super precise and crazy complicated drum  parts is THE BEST THING EVER. 

I even add in the wood block crack thing that happens about 2/3 in, and yes, it makes me proud when I keep up, rhythm and pitch-wise, with this 10/8, 4 minute, 25 seconds of perfection.