Killer
So, this weekend has been tiresome and about lessons learned. Even though it had its good spots, I’d pretty much like to take everything that happened, siphon out ¾ of it and never have it happen again. Friday, when I woke up for work, I hurried up and put some clothes in the washer to wash, knowing they’d be done before I left, so I could put them on to dry then. When the load was done, I cleaned out the washed to find my cell phone at the base of my washing machine. If you want a clean cell phone, don’t use the washing machine =..= and don’t stick in into God’s Pocket and then have a bunch of clothes in your arms and lean precariously over the basin while your throwing said clothes in. The phone is pretty much dead, and since all my numbers were on that phone and only a few are imbedded into my memory (Mom’s Cell mostly), I will have to get a new one and reprogram all that into it. Luckily, most of the numbers were doctors’ offices, restaurants and people who never call me…ever. So, I’m trying to just take deep breaths and accept my loss. Luckily, ‘Cole had an extra cell phone on had. She keeps it as a backup, and she most generously offered it to me. Also, lucky, I didn’t damage my sim card...but the phone itself is caput =..=
Saturday was good. Well, as good as it gets I suppose. I cleaned my house (sans doing dishes). And I put on Firefly watching it as Harvey vacuumed the floor. I actually finished the whole series. Reiko called sometime...it was late in the afternoon. She said she was at her parent’s place and she’d come by in an hour or so, if that was alright. Of course it was fine. I took my shower and dried my hair and all. Reiko dropped by and we watched the last bit of Tinman. We talked a bit and clowned around. She said she’d come to church with me the next day, and told me to call her.
Sunday, I called her around 9ish to make sure she was alive. We met up at church later and waited it out. Then...we had wings! We were gonna go to the official wing place, which is the embodiment of awesome, but they were not open. So we settled for WingStop. I got 20 Hawaiian and she got 20 Reg. Hot. And after gorging ourselves and watching Slayers Try, we suited up (I did at least) and jumped in her parent’s swimming pool. They have an above ground swimming pool…salt water, curiously enough, and we frolicked, played and lounged about in it for about 2 hours.
Then around 5ish, my eyes began to strobe. Dark motes were swimming over them and there was an intense pressure in my eyes. That, Ladies and Men-folk, is my body’s way of warning me that a migraine is imminent. I told Reiko goodbye and explained to her parents that it was just one of those things. I drove home, trying to focus as best I could on the road. I took a quick shower, ate some frosted-wheat cereal, and took a pill. Unfortunately, by then the migraine was in full flair, and even the pill I took was little relief at all. I have to say, this is by far one of the worst migraines I’ve had. My eyes hurt so bad, and there was a tremendous throbbing and pressure in my nose and along the back of my skull. I was sensitive to light, sound taste and my stomach was so upset. I had diarrhea too, and for someone who has IBS and bad bowels anyway, they know the difference between loose stool and water flowing through them. It was the latter for me, and there was little comfort or relief to be found. So, I laid up in my bed, where it was dark till around 7ish. I took some extra strength alieve then and it seemed to help a bit (no doubt that combined with the meds I’d taken early was enough to beat it down to slightly bearable).
I know I feel asleep...but I was woken up around 9 to the gentle tune of Sweet Home Alabama. My borrowed cell has that as a ring tone. It was Mom, calling to ask how things were…which was kinda funny….in that, “I’ll look back at this and it’ll be funny”, way... But at the time, it scared me out of my wits. We had a short talk, and she confirmed that Dad would be coming tomorrow some time. He would leave around 8ish, so he’d probably get here sometime around 9 Monday night. Which means, I really need to go to the store and get some tape to wrap his gift =..= I used to have rolls and rolls of tape, and then Mom decided to “borrow” it for the move. I never see tape again.
Anyway...I realized it was 9 and I hadn’t taken my regiment of pills. So I took them, and then passed out. Slept great, too. I could still sleep actually...There’s a lingering effect of drowsiness along with this pressure in my head that increases when I stand up and walk around. Not pleasant, but since I work sitting down, typing, not totally debilitating. Dad will be down around 9 tonight, but other than that, I have no plans tonight. Other than giving him his gift. I hope today goes smoothly and I can actually last the full work day. Those migraines are starting to become more common, and they make it impossible to sit up straight, much less get anything accomplished.
Must be signing off now, before my strained span of consciousness gets taxed again. I’ll talk to ya’ll later (I hope). Bah-bye, Sunshines
