Fire drill.
Thanks to my intrepid efforts (and Ms. Stewart's willingness to drive me to Walnut Creek BART), I made it to work at a reasonable hour...just in time for the day's fire drill. Lovely.
The fire drill means walking down five flights of stairs with loud buzzers sounding at irregular intervals and strobe lights flashing in my eyes. They're ADA guaranteed not to cause seizures, but that doesn't stop them from causing migraines -- they do that with merry abandon.
My skull feels like it's been drilled into and filled to the brim with angry fire ants. They're crawling around and biting my brain. I'm about a page into writing the 7/9 column ('Stuff On Sticks'), and I think that's probably going to be the end of my productivity for the day. I'm just going to sit here and hurt, and try not to throw up on my desk.
I'm really, really glad that I've gone back to my liquids-at-work diet. It not only leaves me more balanced and energetic over the course of the day, providing I get my afternoon snack, but it means that I don't even have to look at solid food while my head hurts this badly.
I want to die.
I hate fire drills.
The fire drill means walking down five flights of stairs with loud buzzers sounding at irregular intervals and strobe lights flashing in my eyes. They're ADA guaranteed not to cause seizures, but that doesn't stop them from causing migraines -- they do that with merry abandon.
My skull feels like it's been drilled into and filled to the brim with angry fire ants. They're crawling around and biting my brain. I'm about a page into writing the 7/9 column ('Stuff On Sticks'), and I think that's probably going to be the end of my productivity for the day. I'm just going to sit here and hurt, and try not to throw up on my desk.
I'm really, really glad that I've gone back to my liquids-at-work diet. It not only leaves me more balanced and energetic over the course of the day, providing I get my afternoon snack, but it means that I don't even have to look at solid food while my head hurts this badly.
I want to die.
I hate fire drills.