Migraine today. I simply MUST get the doctor to give me something. (That means I have to both make and keep an appointment, something I’m terrible at doing.)
I’ve been fighting low-pressure headaches all week from the storms rolling through. But I’m finally (unfortunately) getting to the point where I can tell the difference between a bad headache and an impending migraine. There’s a low heat in the base of my neck and tops of my shoulders that foretells what’s gonna happen. That part hit about midnight last night and when I was still awake (and ready to die) at five am, I called in sick to work. The worst is over now, but I still can’t face light (the monitor is turned down so low I can hardly read it) and noise is killing me. And the neighbor boy got drums for Christmas. I can’t fuckin’ wait for him to go back to school. He started playing at ten this morning, a not-unreasonable time, I suppose. But they have as little wall insulation as I do, it seems, as when he starts playing I think he’s in the room next door to me, not across the driveway. The volume of it is ridiculous.
Kay. I’ve now headached and kvetched my way into being even grumpier. Excedrin does nothing, nor does Aleve or Tylenol or Advil. I’ve had all of ’em, all night and all morning. If I felt better, I’d go to the doc right now. As it is, I’m going back to bed. Erg. But I might take a sock to knit on. Yep. Hope your day is headache-free.
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