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my brain, she exploded
Sep. 18th, 2010 01:30 pmI will share my pain from yesterday. I'd developed a headache that was pretty mild by the time I got home from work. So mild, in fact, that I didn't really think much of it as I waited for Rizzoli and Isles to burn to the prettiest DVD ever. I had my candy (R&I is a show where sweets and possibly booze work best) and I was ready to see the finale.
Somewhere during R&I, my headache started to steadily increase but I wasn't really paying attention because *looks around* if you haven't seen the R&I, it's intense and I spent the whole damn episode chanting, "please don't die, please don't die," all while knowing who the bad guy was (the neon sign over their head gave it away but hey) and then the last two minutes of the show pushed us into serious cliffhanger mode.
I have to wait all freakin' year to see what the hell happens?!? On what planet is this not considered cruel and unusual punishment?!
To take the sting out of that, I decided I'd watch Hellcats. I asked for more Savannah and I sort of got what I wanted. Just enough information to make me want more, dammit! CW, you want to keep this show around because it makes me happy even when it's driving me insane. (Less Marti, more screentime for other people. Also, stop calling Dan by his full name because it's annoying, Marti.)
Halfway through Hellcats I realized my headache was pretty damn bad. By the time I was done, my brain was not entirely happy with me. Laid down, fell asleep, and dreamt in pain. Not fun. Four-something in the afternoon, I wake up and think for one shining moment I'm going to die. This is not a happy thought, mind you, but it was how my head felt at times. I got up and immediately wished I hadn't. I went from merely feeling awful to wanting to throw up and cry because I felt so damn bad.
Found my giant bottle of Excedrin, which I've been very good about not needing lately, said a prayer, and knocked back my dosage. Grabbed Rico, blindfolded myself, and passed out. Woke up a couple of hours later in pain, but not from my head. Huzzah for leg cramp but not headache!
And now I'm off to bed, I think. Maybe I'll flip through my October issue of Martha Stewart Living because the cover is adorable.
Somewhere during R&I, my headache started to steadily increase but I wasn't really paying attention because *looks around* if you haven't seen the R&I, it's intense and I spent the whole damn episode chanting, "please don't die, please don't die," all while knowing who the bad guy was (the neon sign over their head gave it away but hey) and then the last two minutes of the show pushed us into serious cliffhanger mode.
I have to wait all freakin' year to see what the hell happens?!? On what planet is this not considered cruel and unusual punishment?!
To take the sting out of that, I decided I'd watch Hellcats. I asked for more Savannah and I sort of got what I wanted. Just enough information to make me want more, dammit! CW, you want to keep this show around because it makes me happy even when it's driving me insane. (Less Marti, more screentime for other people. Also, stop calling Dan by his full name because it's annoying, Marti.)
Halfway through Hellcats I realized my headache was pretty damn bad. By the time I was done, my brain was not entirely happy with me. Laid down, fell asleep, and dreamt in pain. Not fun. Four-something in the afternoon, I wake up and think for one shining moment I'm going to die. This is not a happy thought, mind you, but it was how my head felt at times. I got up and immediately wished I hadn't. I went from merely feeling awful to wanting to throw up and cry because I felt so damn bad.
Found my giant bottle of Excedrin, which I've been very good about not needing lately, said a prayer, and knocked back my dosage. Grabbed Rico, blindfolded myself, and passed out. Woke up a couple of hours later in pain, but not from my head. Huzzah for leg cramp but not headache!
And now I'm off to bed, I think. Maybe I'll flip through my October issue of Martha Stewart Living because the cover is adorable.