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Fire Walking

On the whole, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
Mon Oct 13 2003

I reacquainted myself with migraines yesterday. Why is it that pleasant experiences in life are fleeting, while misery doesn't seem to need a forwarding address to know where you've moved to?

I had full-blown migraines as a kid. The doctor said I'd probably grow out of them. I did. I'm assuming I'm entering my second childhood, seeing as I've apparently reacquired the talent of laying in bed with my arm over my eyes to block out every vestige of light while pleading with the Fates to "just take me now and be done with it."

Back in '97, after that whole thing with my heart, I went through a period where I got severe migraines, but they were of a different ilk from what I went through yesterday. They were "ophthalmic" migraines, and while I got quite a visual side-show from them, there was seldom any pain. They successfully treated them with calcium-channel blockers, and I haven't had any for years now.

Recently I've been battling more severe headaches. Mostly they've been of the "sleep it off" kind, and I put it down to my medication (Prograf is infamous for having headaches as a side-effect). Last night, after yesterday's headache continued to grow in severity, and after I started to notice severe light sensitivity and nausea, I realized that my old friend was back again.

I went to bed at 7:00, got up at ten this morning (after having gotten up at 6:00 to call work and feed the cats, and at 9:00 to take my pills). The headache was still with me at 6:00, but it's mostly gone now. I still feel really strange though, and my thoughts are disjointed and fuzzy.

My friends, the sub-contractors, are back in force. At 8:15 this morning they were banging away at the rear patio, removing the metal railing with what had to have been a chisel and sledgehammer from the sounds of it. It's probably a sign of how sick I felt that I just pulled the pillow over my head and tried to doze off again. The Socialist had already left - he couldn't sleep, so he decided to go to the gym this morning instead. It was probably my tossing and turning that kept him up all night.

Kitten has been in a panic all morning, with her tail puffed up like a large bottle-brush. The noise and the strangers have her practically doing cartwheels. Cattitude does not appear to give two figs, and O'Beast has taken advantage of Kitten's paranoia to claim my lap and keyboard for his very own. At one point he was sitting on my lap with his front paws on my desk, as if he intended to start typing himself. Pity I couldn't take a picture of us.

What I did manage to get a picture of was two praying mantises in my ex-enclosed garden yesterday afternoon.

The Socialist went out last night to get himself some nourishment, and looked for our two visitors when he came back. Alas, there was only one remaining. I explained to him what probably happened to the little guy on top. I have to say that he was a little taken aback.

10 Comments
  • From:
    Allimom (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    Looks like a perfect sunbeam has been found for lounging in, even if the view is limited!
    Alli
  • From:
    StrangeBrew (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    That you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Take Pali's garden and put her in f-ing shock!

    My lyrical contribution for the daze =)
  • From:
    StrangeBrew (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    That female may have a good idea.

    =D
  • From:
    Allimom (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    Ah yes, the mating practices of the praying mantis are always a bit unnerving to men. I wonder why?
    :^D
    Alli
  • From:
    TraumaMama (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    My smpathy on the migraines. All that noise can't be good.
    How was your weekend?
    I'm sorry, but I have to laugh (softly) at Strange Brews lyrics, it matched yours perfectly.
  • From:
    MoonriddenGirl (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    Traumamama, they do go together perfectly--they're both from the song "Big Yellow Taxi." Pali, my deep sympathies. :/

    My migraines seem to change character every few years; my neurologist told me this is not uncommon. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sorry that yours have.
  • From:
    Thubten (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    I've come visiting and love what I see!
    I sympathise with your migraines...bad news.
    I sympathise with you and your cats during building...our pets were beside themselves while our house was being fixed after mega hailstorm. Tabby1 took refuge under a cupboard in the laundry and only came out at night when the builders had left.
    And I love Joni Mitchell *smile*
  • From:
    AQuietEvening (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Oct 13 2003
    Migraines are the worst! I hope this is the first and last!!

    ~QE
  • From:
    Arielswing (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Oct 14 2003
    1 day, it took me to figure out what was what here...thanks to strangebrew's lyrics. hope you feel better today.
  • From:
    Toverfee (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Oct 14 2003
    Congratulations on finding your way back to the wonderful world of mind-blowing migraines. I have only experiences the visual stuff once but it was really interesting. I couldn't help but laugh when you wrote about how you prayed for death as you were trying to survive the pain, because I could relate so well.

    Praying grasshoppers or whatever: they seriously creep me out. And if she could eat the boy what else is she able to do... I'd run away screaming if I saw one of those.