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Last night the head ache became a migraine.
A horrible fucking migraine that would not stop.
I took tylenol PM. No go.
I put a wet cloth wrapped around ice cubes on my head- my neck- my face. Would not work.
After an hour of TRYING to sleep so that -maybe- it would go away, I drew a bath for myself, and laid in it.
Really stupid idea- given that I had taken PMs an hour before.
But I didn't care. MAJOR pain. I hate migraines. :[ After getting out of the bath (which was only a quarter full, I'm not -that- stupid) I went finally fell asleep. Twenty minutes later.
Then I got a phone call. I ignored it. Fucker.
But this all lead to a dream. I had a dream I was in a court yard at some school. (Some school meaning this was a very unique courtyard I had never seen.) And in this court yard I drank three sodas.
That was the only occurence in the dream. I drank soda.
And I pointed out to myself, in this dream, that three sodas is a lot of soda.
Because I don't drink soda.
What the fuck kind of dream was that? Wasted. :[ I feel like my dream time was WASTED.
I blame my father and his family, ultimately. They're the ones with migraines. It's said to be genetic. They wasted my dream time.
A horrible fucking migraine that would not stop.
I took tylenol PM. No go.
I put a wet cloth wrapped around ice cubes on my head- my neck- my face. Would not work.
After an hour of TRYING to sleep so that -maybe- it would go away, I drew a bath for myself, and laid in it.
Really stupid idea- given that I had taken PMs an hour before.
But I didn't care. MAJOR pain. I hate migraines. :[ After getting out of the bath (which was only a quarter full, I'm not -that- stupid) I went finally fell asleep. Twenty minutes later.
Then I got a phone call. I ignored it. Fucker.
But this all lead to a dream. I had a dream I was in a court yard at some school. (Some school meaning this was a very unique courtyard I had never seen.) And in this court yard I drank three sodas.
That was the only occurence in the dream. I drank soda.
And I pointed out to myself, in this dream, that three sodas is a lot of soda.
Because I don't drink soda.
What the fuck kind of dream was that? Wasted. :[ I feel like my dream time was WASTED.
I blame my father and his family, ultimately. They're the ones with migraines. It's said to be genetic. They wasted my dream time.