Longest day
Okay, maybe it wasn't the longest day ever, but it sure felt like it.
It started with a little headache in the morning. I figured it would get better as time went on, that it was just the usual waking up from grinding pain. It got worse.
So I'm stuck at work, in miserable, perception-altering pain, and manage to convince someone to bring me water and tylenol. Not that tylenol usually does anything for me, but I figured I'd give it a shot.
Two extra strength tylenol, some ice water and an hour later, and I'm still miserable. I fish the Advil out of my pocket.
Two extra strength tylenol, three Advil and two hours later, I'm STILL in pain. Only now, everything's a little fuzzy from pain and medication. (Both Tylenol and aspirin tend to make me light headed.) Somehow, however, I made it through my entire shift, and not only that, but in a nauseous haze, I reorganized the kids DVDs.
How the fuck I managed that, I don't know. When I was done, I spent the rest of my shift rocking on my feet in front of the computer terminal, pretending to you know, read/do stuff of great importance. Fortunately, I was left mostly alone except when people would wander in to make sure I was still alive.
I knew there would be some adjusting to do when I got the new guard, but sheesh. Now I'm all hazed out, though mercifully the pain has retreated some. I really need this to quit happening. This whole journal is turning into "let me whine about my TMJ." I'm sick of it.
Tomorrow I take my poor car in for an oil change and a service thingy. I say 'poor car' not because he's particularly ailing in any way, but because I keep putting off his oil change because I have to spend money on my teeth. Well, I'm finally just sucking it up and taking care of him, too. Poor, long suffering Cardis.
Which has, by the way, somehow become a bit of a nickname for me at work. "Cardis". Which I find a bit annoying in that there is already a Cardis, and it is my CAR, not me. However, it's "Cat and Relative Dimensions In Space", which does indeed spell Cardis, but also makes zero sense. Fortunately, only one person uses this for me at all and infrequently.
Which reminds me that this same person said "Good man" to me today, when I know her for extremely gendered speech. While I may be the big blue box parked in the middle of the square, some people are subconsciously noticing my presence.
Now I'm just lonely, tired, fuzzy and miserable. Even though the weather was finally nice today.
It started with a little headache in the morning. I figured it would get better as time went on, that it was just the usual waking up from grinding pain. It got worse.
So I'm stuck at work, in miserable, perception-altering pain, and manage to convince someone to bring me water and tylenol. Not that tylenol usually does anything for me, but I figured I'd give it a shot.
Two extra strength tylenol, some ice water and an hour later, and I'm still miserable. I fish the Advil out of my pocket.
Two extra strength tylenol, three Advil and two hours later, I'm STILL in pain. Only now, everything's a little fuzzy from pain and medication. (Both Tylenol and aspirin tend to make me light headed.) Somehow, however, I made it through my entire shift, and not only that, but in a nauseous haze, I reorganized the kids DVDs.
How the fuck I managed that, I don't know. When I was done, I spent the rest of my shift rocking on my feet in front of the computer terminal, pretending to you know, read/do stuff of great importance. Fortunately, I was left mostly alone except when people would wander in to make sure I was still alive.
I knew there would be some adjusting to do when I got the new guard, but sheesh. Now I'm all hazed out, though mercifully the pain has retreated some. I really need this to quit happening. This whole journal is turning into "let me whine about my TMJ." I'm sick of it.
Tomorrow I take my poor car in for an oil change and a service thingy. I say 'poor car' not because he's particularly ailing in any way, but because I keep putting off his oil change because I have to spend money on my teeth. Well, I'm finally just sucking it up and taking care of him, too. Poor, long suffering Cardis.
Which has, by the way, somehow become a bit of a nickname for me at work. "Cardis". Which I find a bit annoying in that there is already a Cardis, and it is my CAR, not me. However, it's "Cat and Relative Dimensions In Space", which does indeed spell Cardis, but also makes zero sense. Fortunately, only one person uses this for me at all and infrequently.
Which reminds me that this same person said "Good man" to me today, when I know her for extremely gendered speech. While I may be the big blue box parked in the middle of the square, some people are subconsciously noticing my presence.
Now I'm just lonely, tired, fuzzy and miserable. Even though the weather was finally nice today.