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brightlotusmoonOh, fuck, my head.
(That sentence would be a lot funnier and weirder without commas. Commas are your friends. Especially the serial/Oxford comma. It prevents grammatical disasters such as "The ballerinas, Axl Rose and Slash.")
But yeah. The migraine started in the middle of the night, around 1:30 or so, and naturally in my half-awake state I thought I was having a mild stroke, because such a specific part of my head was hurting, and I made myself stay away for half an hour, holding Adam's hand and wishing he didn't have to go to the airport at 5:00 AM to go to San Francisco for work for a week. (He is now safely in San Fransisco.) I forced myself back to sleep, woke up with Adam at 4:44 AM, kissed him goodbye, then collapsed back to sleep and woke up around 11:30. I took the strongest pain medication I had. Now, six hours later, I will be taking a second dose. This is stupid. Fuck you, migraine, I don't want this.
Also, the cerebral palsy spasticity/hypertonia/hemiplega has made me its bitch. Gods fucking damn it. More yoga style stretching, which will hurt until it feels better because pain is crazy weird like that. Thank you, fibromyalgia.
Also, last night, our female flowerhorn parrot cichlid fish died after a long illness affecting her swim bladder and eyes. Adam took out back to the tree line. We were sad. At least we have the male flowerhorn, along with the severum, the silver dollars, the tetra, and the catfish. They're all shiny and bright, just not as pretty as the female flowerhorn. Ah, well. That's what happens when you own fish.
I can't remember how to properly stretch my neck when I have a migraine. I'm going to look that up after things stop spinning/throbbing a little.
(That sentence would be a lot funnier and weirder without commas. Commas are your friends. Especially the serial/Oxford comma. It prevents grammatical disasters such as "The ballerinas, Axl Rose and Slash.")
But yeah. The migraine started in the middle of the night, around 1:30 or so, and naturally in my half-awake state I thought I was having a mild stroke, because such a specific part of my head was hurting, and I made myself stay away for half an hour, holding Adam's hand and wishing he didn't have to go to the airport at 5:00 AM to go to San Francisco for work for a week. (He is now safely in San Fransisco.) I forced myself back to sleep, woke up with Adam at 4:44 AM, kissed him goodbye, then collapsed back to sleep and woke up around 11:30. I took the strongest pain medication I had. Now, six hours later, I will be taking a second dose. This is stupid. Fuck you, migraine, I don't want this.
Also, the cerebral palsy spasticity/hypertonia/hemiplega has made me its bitch. Gods fucking damn it. More yoga style stretching, which will hurt until it feels better because pain is crazy weird like that. Thank you, fibromyalgia.
Also, last night, our female flowerhorn parrot cichlid fish died after a long illness affecting her swim bladder and eyes. Adam took out back to the tree line. We were sad. At least we have the male flowerhorn, along with the severum, the silver dollars, the tetra, and the catfish. They're all shiny and bright, just not as pretty as the female flowerhorn. Ah, well. That's what happens when you own fish.
I can't remember how to properly stretch my neck when I have a migraine. I'm going to look that up after things stop spinning/throbbing a little.
