*sigh*
Woke up with a migraine ... Took meds.. Needed to clean fix the lamp by my bed so I pulled out from behind the headboard and found that the base is coming apart and crumbling all over the floor. Swept that up, fixed the lamp best I could. Head still hurt.
Was going downstairs to get something ... can't even remember anymore ... Slipped on about the 4th step. My foot just "rolled" down the edge of the step, God it hurt, thankfully I stopped slipping at the heal and was able to catch myself with the rail. Forgot what I was going after so I went back upstairs.
About an hour later decided I needed to eat. Fixed me a plate of corn dogs and chips and a full glass of Dr. Pepper. Headed back up the stairs to eat and I tripped almost half way up. Slipped after a few steps, spilling chips and drink everywhere. I had Dr. Pepper on the wall, 6 steps, and all over me... my neck, shirt, and in my hair. Went upstairs to put what was left of the my lunch and drink down so I couldn't drop any more, and went back to clean up my mess. Thankfully I had cleaned the steps yesterday so it wasn't a major clean up... mostly Dr. Pepper (sad when DP is waisted) and ice. Once that was done I go upstairs and eat.
I feel so out of it. Been getting migraines LOTS more often lately, slipped on the stairs ... oh yeah, this is like the third time that has happened this week, trip going up the stairs ... not the first time that has happened either ... and generally feel like my mind is only half with me.
Earlier this year I got in a wreck ... I STILL can't remember what happened. I remember turning the corner, then getting hit and being in a ditch. Both thankful that "Minnie Mouse" was with me... she found my glasses, they flew off and fell in the kleenex box, and annoyed that she was there. I mean who wants to get in a wreck with a 6 year old in the car? However, she remembers more about it than I do. I'm partly scared and partly pissed that this is happening.
Mama come home early so make sure I'm okay, and is going to get the kids. She wants me to go to the ER. But really what are they going to do? Looks in my eyes and tell me, "Aww, you poor thing. You are fine, go home." I don't have the money for an MRI ... which I admit I would like to have, or a CAT Scan even.
Thankfully my first class on Friday was canceled, instructor is going out of town, so I have a few extra days before I have use my brain to write the paper due.
God I need a new body... maybe a new head would do.
Was going downstairs to get something ... can't even remember anymore ... Slipped on about the 4th step. My foot just "rolled" down the edge of the step, God it hurt, thankfully I stopped slipping at the heal and was able to catch myself with the rail. Forgot what I was going after so I went back upstairs.
About an hour later decided I needed to eat. Fixed me a plate of corn dogs and chips and a full glass of Dr. Pepper. Headed back up the stairs to eat and I tripped almost half way up. Slipped after a few steps, spilling chips and drink everywhere. I had Dr. Pepper on the wall, 6 steps, and all over me... my neck, shirt, and in my hair. Went upstairs to put what was left of the my lunch and drink down so I couldn't drop any more, and went back to clean up my mess. Thankfully I had cleaned the steps yesterday so it wasn't a major clean up... mostly Dr. Pepper (sad when DP is waisted) and ice. Once that was done I go upstairs and eat.
I feel so out of it. Been getting migraines LOTS more often lately, slipped on the stairs ... oh yeah, this is like the third time that has happened this week, trip going up the stairs ... not the first time that has happened either ... and generally feel like my mind is only half with me.
Earlier this year I got in a wreck ... I STILL can't remember what happened. I remember turning the corner, then getting hit and being in a ditch. Both thankful that "Minnie Mouse" was with me... she found my glasses, they flew off and fell in the kleenex box, and annoyed that she was there. I mean who wants to get in a wreck with a 6 year old in the car? However, she remembers more about it than I do. I'm partly scared and partly pissed that this is happening.
Mama come home early so make sure I'm okay, and is going to get the kids. She wants me to go to the ER. But really what are they going to do? Looks in my eyes and tell me, "Aww, you poor thing. You are fine, go home." I don't have the money for an MRI ... which I admit I would like to have, or a CAT Scan even.
Thankfully my first class on Friday was canceled, instructor is going out of town, so I have a few extra days before I have use my brain to write the paper due.
God I need a new body... maybe a new head would do.