Some weekend this is turning into.
When yesterday began, I was all psyched at the prospect of Friday Night, particularly since
leopard_lady had mentioned she was getting together at a pub she's fond of with her boyfriend and some mutual friends. So after either meeting up with Carly for a minute or going to the gym, I was going to meet them later.
That was until about 4pm or so, when the worst migraine I've possibly ever gotten decided to come along and completely level me. How I lasted at work for another 2 hours after that (in the name of Shit Getting Done) is beyond me. But I was pretty much in tears when I left. And on top of everything else, I started to get the cramps and backache associated with every woman's favorite time of the month. So I begged off, came home, and curled up into a little whimpering ball for most of the night. I tried to do a few things that I normally do around my room, but to no avail. I finally gave up and turned off the one light I could tolerate around 11. It's hideously ironic - the only pills that really do anything for the headache have caffeine in them, making it really, really hard to sit still. Last night when I felt well enough to sit up, I was a jittery mess. Blah.
This morning I woke up exhausted. The headache is mostly gone (but feels like it may be making something of a comeback). I have the cramps of doom on top of everything else. I went to get my allergy shot this morning and my doctor spent a few minutes asking if I was okay, as according to him I looked a little gray. My parents took me back to their house (my doc is in the old hood) and I've been basically useless all day.
I was supposed to go to a friend's birthday party tonight, but I don't think that's going to happen. And I'm right pissed about it to, as it looked like it was going to be a good time. ::sigh:: I shouldn't be so surprised to feel so beaten up after the week of non-stop stress that I've had, but somehow it always seems to sneak up on me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to the fetal position.
When yesterday began, I was all psyched at the prospect of Friday Night, particularly since
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That was until about 4pm or so, when the worst migraine I've possibly ever gotten decided to come along and completely level me. How I lasted at work for another 2 hours after that (in the name of Shit Getting Done) is beyond me. But I was pretty much in tears when I left. And on top of everything else, I started to get the cramps and backache associated with every woman's favorite time of the month. So I begged off, came home, and curled up into a little whimpering ball for most of the night. I tried to do a few things that I normally do around my room, but to no avail. I finally gave up and turned off the one light I could tolerate around 11. It's hideously ironic - the only pills that really do anything for the headache have caffeine in them, making it really, really hard to sit still. Last night when I felt well enough to sit up, I was a jittery mess. Blah.
This morning I woke up exhausted. The headache is mostly gone (but feels like it may be making something of a comeback). I have the cramps of doom on top of everything else. I went to get my allergy shot this morning and my doctor spent a few minutes asking if I was okay, as according to him I looked a little gray. My parents took me back to their house (my doc is in the old hood) and I've been basically useless all day.
I was supposed to go to a friend's birthday party tonight, but I don't think that's going to happen. And I'm right pissed about it to, as it looked like it was going to be a good time. ::sigh:: I shouldn't be so surprised to feel so beaten up after the week of non-stop stress that I've had, but somehow it always seems to sneak up on me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to the fetal position.