make your decision and don't you dare think twice
Just barely about to be ten and I am already ready to pass out. To be fair, I haven't been getting much sleep lately between my death cold, Shaun's death cold, and Shaun's early ass work calls. This has been kind of a terrible week. It wasn't just death cold, but it was death cold on like the exact day my period started and I just so happened to miss this entire month's worth of birth control so there were all kinds of gnarly, horrific things going on in/with my body and my hormones were out for some straight up revenge. The three day migraine was a real treat - I panicked on the third day. Paula (a friend who mysteriously sprouted daily migraines at the age of like 26) has got me so paranoid that my body will suddenly decide it's super evil and wishes to cause me daily pain.
I caved in and did something that I absolutely ABHOR doing, which is go to Urgent Care. But it was at that fetal position, sobbing, unable to calm down, dehydrated because I can't keep anything down stage and there's really no coming back from that. Imagine my complete and utter shock, dismay, and overreaction when the Toradol they gave me didn't work. It doesn't ever NOT work. And since I had decided on the shorter wait at Urgent Care rather than the longer, hellish wait of mass flu doom at the ER, they didn't have anything stronger to give me. The doctor was super nice about it all and seemed genuienly concerned, so I didn't take offense when she told me that I needed to calm down as my crying and upsetness were probably contributing and that sometimes the Toradol takes time to take effect.
Now, logically, I know this - but you have to understand, in my mind, I was already halfway to Paulaville and resigned to a life of daily pain and misery. None of this helped, I'm sure, by the complete whackadoodle state of irrational emotion that my period puts me into. Lo and behold, however, coming home, resigning myself to my fate, calming down and laying still - the Toradol eventually kicked in. I passed out and woke up generally okay. Had a couple of rough patches the next few days, but the storm seems to have passed.
Christ, what a shitty week. My body is one spiteful motherfucker. Luckily I had Shaun, my dad and Paula looking out for me the entire time and I am completely sure that I would've fallen totally apart without their support, comforting me through pain and trying to help me work through it. Paula went so far as to send me a migraine basket of things to help keep me feeling okay. I think that's pretty awesome. I know she genuienly cares and completely understands my pain. It's kind of nice knowing I have someone who can and does, though I so very much wish it wasn't at the expense of her having her own world full of pain.
Okay, enough of that. What else to distract myself so that I am not going to bed at the ridiculous hour of 10pm ... hmm. I chose you, anime!
I caved in and did something that I absolutely ABHOR doing, which is go to Urgent Care. But it was at that fetal position, sobbing, unable to calm down, dehydrated because I can't keep anything down stage and there's really no coming back from that. Imagine my complete and utter shock, dismay, and overreaction when the Toradol they gave me didn't work. It doesn't ever NOT work. And since I had decided on the shorter wait at Urgent Care rather than the longer, hellish wait of mass flu doom at the ER, they didn't have anything stronger to give me. The doctor was super nice about it all and seemed genuienly concerned, so I didn't take offense when she told me that I needed to calm down as my crying and upsetness were probably contributing and that sometimes the Toradol takes time to take effect.
Now, logically, I know this - but you have to understand, in my mind, I was already halfway to Paulaville and resigned to a life of daily pain and misery. None of this helped, I'm sure, by the complete whackadoodle state of irrational emotion that my period puts me into. Lo and behold, however, coming home, resigning myself to my fate, calming down and laying still - the Toradol eventually kicked in. I passed out and woke up generally okay. Had a couple of rough patches the next few days, but the storm seems to have passed.
Christ, what a shitty week. My body is one spiteful motherfucker. Luckily I had Shaun, my dad and Paula looking out for me the entire time and I am completely sure that I would've fallen totally apart without their support, comforting me through pain and trying to help me work through it. Paula went so far as to send me a migraine basket of things to help keep me feeling okay. I think that's pretty awesome. I know she genuienly cares and completely understands my pain. It's kind of nice knowing I have someone who can and does, though I so very much wish it wasn't at the expense of her having her own world full of pain.
Okay, enough of that. What else to distract myself so that I am not going to bed at the ridiculous hour of 10pm ... hmm. I chose you, anime!