fuck off and die, hormones
So I was good for a few days and then, before my pill cycle even stopped, my period started. And hey, guess what's back? The nagging headaches. What's so annoying is that these aren't full blown, lie in the dark migraines (for which I am very grateful). I suspect that to a lot of people they probably wouldn't' be all that debilitating. My head's a little tight and there's a little bit of pain around the base of my skull.
Thing is, dealing with it is taking away spoons. It's mildly depressing, which takes away more spoons. And, as a lot of people who have chronic illnesses know, it's all too easy to feel guilty about not having enough spoons. I feel like I shouldn't have to empty the dishwasher to deal with a mild headache.*
All I can say is: we're going into SF on Friday for our last Giants game of the season. We have awesome seats, the best we've ever had,** and we'll be celebrating our anniversary so I DAMN well better feel better by then.
*The fact that one of the things I should be doing is emptying my dishwasher is a lot like rain on your wedding day.
**We won't be quite close enough to pat Belt's ass if he goes into the seats after a foul ball--and yes, this is a thing that has happened and been recorded on national television--but still, fourth row seats on the first base line? Fucking amazing.
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Thing is, dealing with it is taking away spoons. It's mildly depressing, which takes away more spoons. And, as a lot of people who have chronic illnesses know, it's all too easy to feel guilty about not having enough spoons. I feel like I shouldn't have to empty the dishwasher to deal with a mild headache.*
All I can say is: we're going into SF on Friday for our last Giants game of the season. We have awesome seats, the best we've ever had,** and we'll be celebrating our anniversary so I DAMN well better feel better by then.
*The fact that one of the things I should be doing is emptying my dishwasher is a lot like rain on your wedding day.
**We won't be quite close enough to pat Belt's ass if he goes into the seats after a foul ball--and yes, this is a thing that has happened and been recorded on national television--but still, fourth row seats on the first base line? Fucking amazing.
crossposted from http://telesilla.dreamwidth.org/339710.html |
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