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Apr. 24th, 2018 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAgain with the migraine, body? Again? I thought it was just sleep deprivation headaches but shortly after work the light sensitivity and extreme nausea started, which was fun given that dinner was semi-strong chili. I'd be worried except if I'm going to have two migraines in a three week period, it's definitely going to be as things stand now while I'm PMSing. So as it is all I can say is... really? Fucking again?
A full night's sleep, a nap, half a triptan and acetaminophen every seven-eight hours seems to be returning me vaguely to normal again, so that's good. Especially since I continue to be behind in Nanowrimo and I need to either start "cheating" (just writing down rough descriptions of what's happening and what people are saying and thinking) or have a couple really slow days at work. I'm not sure which is likelier to happen. Plus side, I've gotten through the slower establishing balancing all the details part and am into the cascading series of increasingly volatile character decisions that provoke more character decisions and eventually someone is lit on fire.
Not even a little bit kidding. She's fine though.
So as not to jar my head I did very slow squats, among other things, for exercise today. This reminded me of Russian dancing, which in turn reminded me of a scene from Fiddler on the Roof, and now I'm going around singing Za vashe zdorovie, heaven bless you both na zdrovie, to your health and may we live together in peace. I... given the current climate and my own background I feel ten different ways about this simultaneously.
Sunday the boy woke me up when he came home, which is far earlier than I want to wake up on a Sunday since that's my only day to sleep in, stomping and banging around and talking on the phone to his Mom. I woke up enough to hear this and in my sleepiness thought that he was banging around packing because his Dad was doing poorly again, so I stumble down in my underwear to ask him what's going on. No, he's just talking to his Mom about what she needs to ask doctors about and banging around doing... something on a ladder with extension cords. In addition to almost murdering him then, I went back to sleep, got up, did household stuff, made sweet and sour chicken because we hadn't had it in a while and I was craving it. The boy got ready for work and got himself some chicken and got himself some chicken to take to work, and by the time I got up to get some chicken because I'd already had a late lunch because of the aforementioned schedule slippage... no more fucking sweet and sour chicken because he'd eaten it all. Reader, I very nearly murdered him for the entirety of Sunday.
But it's okay because he was very apologetic, very nice and considerate of my migrainy self on Monday and is taking me out for hibachi tonight after buying me apology? Agent Carter makeup. Some of this might also be my birthday present because it's getting close to our birthdays. We never celebrate our birthdays on our birthdays, we always go down to Dave and Busters and celebrate there and play stupid games and I always wreck my shoulder throwing things at or into things. But around the day itself there's usually a bunch of going out to dinner, hanging out, partying. We'll see if we make it, I'm still headachy and he's tired from being kept after work for stupid work shit. So it goes.
A full night's sleep, a nap, half a triptan and acetaminophen every seven-eight hours seems to be returning me vaguely to normal again, so that's good. Especially since I continue to be behind in Nanowrimo and I need to either start "cheating" (just writing down rough descriptions of what's happening and what people are saying and thinking) or have a couple really slow days at work. I'm not sure which is likelier to happen. Plus side, I've gotten through the slower establishing balancing all the details part and am into the cascading series of increasingly volatile character decisions that provoke more character decisions and eventually someone is lit on fire.
Not even a little bit kidding. She's fine though.
So as not to jar my head I did very slow squats, among other things, for exercise today. This reminded me of Russian dancing, which in turn reminded me of a scene from Fiddler on the Roof, and now I'm going around singing Za vashe zdorovie, heaven bless you both na zdrovie, to your health and may we live together in peace. I... given the current climate and my own background I feel ten different ways about this simultaneously.
Sunday the boy woke me up when he came home, which is far earlier than I want to wake up on a Sunday since that's my only day to sleep in, stomping and banging around and talking on the phone to his Mom. I woke up enough to hear this and in my sleepiness thought that he was banging around packing because his Dad was doing poorly again, so I stumble down in my underwear to ask him what's going on. No, he's just talking to his Mom about what she needs to ask doctors about and banging around doing... something on a ladder with extension cords. In addition to almost murdering him then, I went back to sleep, got up, did household stuff, made sweet and sour chicken because we hadn't had it in a while and I was craving it. The boy got ready for work and got himself some chicken and got himself some chicken to take to work, and by the time I got up to get some chicken because I'd already had a late lunch because of the aforementioned schedule slippage... no more fucking sweet and sour chicken because he'd eaten it all. Reader, I very nearly murdered him for the entirety of Sunday.
But it's okay because he was very apologetic, very nice and considerate of my migrainy self on Monday and is taking me out for hibachi tonight after buying me apology? Agent Carter makeup. Some of this might also be my birthday present because it's getting close to our birthdays. We never celebrate our birthdays on our birthdays, we always go down to Dave and Busters and celebrate there and play stupid games and I always wreck my shoulder throwing things at or into things. But around the day itself there's usually a bunch of going out to dinner, hanging out, partying. We'll see if we make it, I'm still headachy and he's tired from being kept after work for stupid work shit. So it goes.