Super Pity Party
I've felt like total shit the last three days, and there is something about starting the new year feeling so crappy that makes it more depressing than feeling like shit normally does. On New Year's Eve we went out for Chinese food and on the way into the restaurant I felt a migraine coming on. I took Ibuprofen, but it didn't help and the migraine bloomed into a doozy that night, subsided a bit on New Year's Day and then came back extra strong early this morning. It had me crying it hurt so bad, even though crying makes it worse. I was also feeling sorry for myself because it was a gorgeous day, Matt was off work and the kids were in great moods, ready for fun. It sucked.
I don't usually make NY resolutions, at least nothing too rigid, because I have no self-discipline. This year I told Matt that I wanted to go to yoga because I've keep pulling neck, back and shoulder muscles, doing benign things like stretching or making tea. After this migraine though, I've decided to give up chocolate and coffee. I'm sad about chocolate and less sad about coffee. We went to a bookstore downtown today and I found a used book on migraines that suggested magnesium, B12 and feverfew supplements so I'll try those as well. So I need to find a gentle yoga class (preferably with childcare) and get in the habit of taking the supplements. I have them already because a naturopath recommended them last year, but like I said, I seriously lack self-discipline. It's one of the things I kind of like about myself.
Something else to whine about...I've had these weird flashes of light in my left eye for the last five or six months. They are kind of like blue or red pinpricks and I get them a few times a day. I asked over in the migraine community and most often people get them with a migraine, which isn't true for me. So now, in the middle of the night, I've wondered if my tiny meningioma is growing and I don't have an MRI scheduled until June and what if it's blinded me in my left eye by then. It's probably not that. It's probably related to my migraines, my migraine meds, or just getting older, but it SUCKS that it will cost a couple thousand to find out. AND I need new tires.
Clio has been playing mute girl from another country. Sometimes she's a mute girl from Nigeria, sometimes from China and lately from Southern France. Matt took her to the Seattle Arts Museum and she barely said a word. It's funny because since she's playing mute, it doesn't really matter where she's from. I wish Dario would pretend he's mute sometimes. He's been tough still, and now when Clio gets mad at him she writes "DARIO" on a piece of paper and a circle with a line through it on top of it.
Dario is great though too. He's my best little friend these days. Matt and Clio have been off getting cultured while Dario sit around and sing, "Row, Row, Row Your BUTT," again and again and again.
I don't usually make NY resolutions, at least nothing too rigid, because I have no self-discipline. This year I told Matt that I wanted to go to yoga because I've keep pulling neck, back and shoulder muscles, doing benign things like stretching or making tea. After this migraine though, I've decided to give up chocolate and coffee. I'm sad about chocolate and less sad about coffee. We went to a bookstore downtown today and I found a used book on migraines that suggested magnesium, B12 and feverfew supplements so I'll try those as well. So I need to find a gentle yoga class (preferably with childcare) and get in the habit of taking the supplements. I have them already because a naturopath recommended them last year, but like I said, I seriously lack self-discipline. It's one of the things I kind of like about myself.
Something else to whine about...I've had these weird flashes of light in my left eye for the last five or six months. They are kind of like blue or red pinpricks and I get them a few times a day. I asked over in the migraine community and most often people get them with a migraine, which isn't true for me. So now, in the middle of the night, I've wondered if my tiny meningioma is growing and I don't have an MRI scheduled until June and what if it's blinded me in my left eye by then. It's probably not that. It's probably related to my migraines, my migraine meds, or just getting older, but it SUCKS that it will cost a couple thousand to find out. AND I need new tires.
Clio has been playing mute girl from another country. Sometimes she's a mute girl from Nigeria, sometimes from China and lately from Southern France. Matt took her to the Seattle Arts Museum and she barely said a word. It's funny because since she's playing mute, it doesn't really matter where she's from. I wish Dario would pretend he's mute sometimes. He's been tough still, and now when Clio gets mad at him she writes "DARIO" on a piece of paper and a circle with a line through it on top of it.
Dario is great though too. He's my best little friend these days. Matt and Clio have been off getting cultured while Dario sit around and sing, "Row, Row, Row Your BUTT," again and again and again.