For most of my life the building ran its own climate control and never asked my opinion. Then, without a meeting or a memo, management restructured. A field report on the thermostat that isn’t broken, the department that dissolved, and taking local control.
There’s a smoke detector in my house that has never once been wrong about smoke — and never once been right about toast. A field report on persistent pain, the over-vigilant alarm, and the difference between silencing an instrument and recalibrating it.
Fifty years of professionals tried to get me into my body. A stomach bug did it in four days — no consent form, no sliding scale, no dimmer switch.