AAAAAAAAAAAGH

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Countdown to Judgem—rrrrghhh…:  22 Days

 

*flops onto bed*

Work wasn’t so difficult today, but…I’ve been going through the last several days dealing with a migraine of varying intensity.  I’d thought I’d gotten through the worst of it, but the most annoying artifact of my migraines has made a comeback.

 

I’ve got, like, zero strength going on in my muscles right now.  Part of it is migraine.  The other side is stress (which may have caused the migraine in the first place…though I suspect the pot-smoking bastards in that one room earlier this week).  With only three doses of my medicine left, I’ve been portioning them off to make them last until a refill is ready.  And I can’t go to grab it until Thursday.  Because it won’t be ready until Thursday.

 

Which would normally not be so bad except I’ve got a migraine NOW, DAMMIT, and I’d like to not deal with that for so long, OK O My Headache Giver?

 

…Goddess help me I’m a wreck. *violent headdesk*

 

…at least the floor’s clean, shined, and sterilized.

 

Add this to the threatening cloud that is Monday Night Date Night, and I’m in a jam.  I’m supposed to enjoy it with rolling muscle spasms, muscle cramps, and a migraine?  WHEE FUN.  Not.

 

Incidentally that’s why I vanished last night.  I could NOT pick myself back up after I laid down after dinner.  It was like a Windows error message.  Picture the following in Windows boxes, if you will:

 

·         Arms have stopped responding.  No solution is available at this time.

·         Legs have stopped responding.  No solution is available at this time.

·         Legs have begun behaving erratically and must be shut down. No solution is available at this time.

·         Head has stopped responding.  No solution is available at this time.

 

In all seriousness, though, I feel like total crap.  Even a trip to the gym would be no help—and I always feel better after pounding iron.  I’m thinking if there’s no improvement on Tuesday, I’m dragging myself to the clinic for a workup.  I should not feel like someone’s sliced my bad leg open and then dumped salt into it—then sewn it back up.  And it CERTAINLY shouldn’t be as widespread as it is.

…screw it.  I’ll take the damn medicine.  I need to be functional in the morning.  Just for fun, let’s roll a d20 and see the odds of that.  …

…

WHY SPARKLES?!  *rolled a 1*

Oh well.  Could be worse.

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Hell, I'll probably look so green tomorrow that they'll send me home with a bottle of electrolyte tablets. If I work I will be surprised.

Meanwhile, I am going to try and get some sleep. I finally trust my legs to get me out of this mushy-squooshy chair…

and also am infinitely amused that my browser's spell-checker seems to recognize the phrase "mushy-squooshy."