All week I've been looking forward to some time away from myself. I wanted to go out and dance and sing lyrics that were probably wrong and be with my friends and just have fun.
So anyway, after finishing my commitments yesterday, I came home to change & WHABAM instant headache.
No... not headache. Migraine. Monstrous Butthead of a Migraine like I've never felt before.
So, I have to fight back, right? But see, the thing about a migraine being so close to your brain.. it robs you of your ability to thinkk. Scrambling for ideas, I load up on 400mg of ibuprofen paired with my regular migraine prescription Zomig. But my apartment is noisy... because it's a friday night & NORMAL PEOPLE are shaking off the week hanging out with their friends. Soo I retreat to the bathroom, unscrew the lightbulbs, light a candle, draw a bath & play some Enya... because Enya solves all problems, yes?
So there I am in the tub trying to comprehend Flora's Secret and desperately attempting to Deora Ar Ma Chroi... whatever that means. I give it a half hour before I realize that it isn't helping and that probably the only thing that will help is sleeping until I wake up without tiny men drilling giant holes into my brain.
I briefly consider napping in the bathtub, but then the unintended Virgin Suicides image pops into my head. Though with the pain as it was, I can't say I didn't consider drowning as a viable option.
Anyway, I blow out the candle and get into matching pajamas, regressing to childhood at an impossible speed. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I was whimpering by the time I climbed into bed. Still I'm hoping for a recovery because it's still before 10 so I'm hoping an hour nap can provide me a baptismal experience and release me renewed into the world & back to my regularly scheduled Friday night.
Cut to early Saturday morning and I'm wide awake of my own accord and absolutely ready to get into some shenanigans today! Who's with me?!
Oh.. but wait, it's not even 8am. Awesome.
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