Aug 04, 2004 15:24
I'm popping Advil like candy for two days now, and the headache lets up only slightly and of its own volition (which is never, mostly, and begrudgingly if and when) so, naturally, one can only assume that Jannette, my sister (and by sister I mean younger and not twin, as the following exposition might suggest) is currently suffering the same cruel fate at some similar and considerable degree, as per usual. By now we've stopped trying to explain it and have instead developed a routine wherein one of us calls the other and asks something along the lines of "So, how bad is yours?" and the other will reply with a suggestion or home remedy of some sort and then maybe we laugh about it a little bit and then we talk about something else.
So Mom tells me today's headache has landed Jannette in the hospital for a shot of something in the butt and some medicine of some sort and then also maybe fired for missing two days of work or something? And so I call Jannette in a minute and she's obviously been crying, though I suspect it's more the headache than the job, and of course I'm right because now she's going back to school.
And I'm still seeing lights.
. . .
The false sense of well being that kicks in immediately after swallowing some pills -- pills of any sort, I mean... could be for pain or could be for sleep or could actually be for a false sense of well being -- comes, I think, from the actual act of swallowing the pills rather than the actual pills themselves. How I know this is, this happens immediately after and sometimes during the actual act of swallowing the pills, is how I know this. This may or may not be something I have to work on. You know. Among lots of other things.
. . .
So anyway.
I freaked out and didn't go to LA. I know, I don't want to hear it. And anyway, as I told Andy, it's probably just as well because LA sucks and who the fuck cares anyway? Right now my pajamas are wearing out in the ass and this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Because, really, if one doesn't have priorities, then what, exactly, does one have?