HEY GUYS, I'M NOT DEAD.

As you may know, I suffer from chronic migraine. That basically means that not only do I have especially debilitating migraine headaches, I usually get them for about half the functional days of the month—sometimes more.

It…REALLY FUCKING SUCKS.

It sucks so bad, in fact, that I am actually taking a medication that I haven’t gotten a formal prescription for. Yes, I know that you’re not supposed to do that. You know what else you’re not supposed to do? Mix up your pills in the search for the combination that will knock you unconscious safely so that you can attempt to be productive the next day at work.

The good news is that the new pill works really fucking well. I’ve felt three of the poundy bastards attempt to get revved up, only to kind of fizzle out somewhere around the third thud on my temples.

The bad news is that this thing makes me trip balls. Or it could be good news. It’s been benign. Piplups and the Mario 64 penguins sliding down the big hill on my uncle’s property while an Eevee brings me roses to decorate my wheelchair with. (That high.) It does, however, give me wicked bad acid reflux. It got to a point where I was eating a single meal a day, and that was a tiny meal. I was supplementing that meal with a protein shake, divided into thirds throughout the day so that I didn’t burn out too quickly. I lost a fuck ton of stamina that way.

I finally got fed up and spoke to my pharmacist, who didn’t ream me over the ninja’d Topamax (he helped me track down my AWOL doctor) but helped me get a deal on a very strong acid blocker without asking too many questions. Within a couple hours I was in a food coma.

I had two grilled cheese sandwiches and a cup of tomato sauce.

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It’s been four days now, and I’m slowly getting my strength back. I don’t have to hibernate as much as I have been over the last week or so because I can actually eat again, but my stamina is NOT what it used to be yet. It takes longer to get it back than it takes to lose it, and I’m going to have to be patient. My exercise to get back into the routine has been to work carefully at rearranging the apartment—I’ve recreated a desk area that I can actually comfortably sit at using my wheelchair, lifting my little table onto the chair that wasn’t being used, and using the space between for the printer and laminator that aren’t being used either for lack of things to print and/or laminate. Old school platformers are reminding my brain how to move quickly (time dilation is another side effect), reading murder mysteries and basic physics are teaching my brain how things work together again, and when I can actually get it, work itself is giving me a physical workout.

I’m hoping to be fully functional again by Friday. =)