April 3, 2005 | Health is overrated
I hate it when I wake up with a migraine so intense, I lay in bed with a pillow over my head and whimper for a while before dragging myself into the (bright! too bright! TURN OFF THE SUN!) bathroom for my meds.
I hate it when I go back to sleep for a while, and when I wake up, my $&#^@! head still hurts.
I hate it when I force myself to get up and take a shower, and about halfway through my shower I realize there is no way I’m leaving the house.
I hate it when I’m trying to sleep with wet hair and my pillow’s all soggy.
I hate it when I miss church.
I hate it when I sleep all morning and still feel awful when I try to get up, later.
I hate it when I have to admit to my ex that I’m unwell, and ask him to please bring the kids back rather than forcing me to get in a car and try to drive like this.
I hate it when my daughter gets on the phone and sounds really pitiful and says “My head hurts, too, Mama. Real bad.”
I hate it when I ask my ex if he’s taken her temperature or given her any medicine, and he says they’re out right now.
I hate it that I have to suggest that maybe he should consider NOT BEING OUT because it appears that his child isn’t feeling well.
I hate it when I’m right, sometimes.
I hate it when the ex calls back later to report that Chickadee has barfed all over his couch and is running a temperature of 102.
I hate it when worry for my child removes any and all evil joy I may otherwise feel about there being vomit on the ex’s couch.
I hate it when I feel so unwell, myself, that I strike a bargain with the ex for him to keep the kids overnight and we’ll work out the exchange tomorrow.
I hate it when I want to go to sleep, but I have so much due for work tomorrow that it seems like a better idea to pop some tylenol, sit in the dark with my laptop, and try to focus on the swimming, flashing words on the screen.
I hate it when I remember that Chickadee said her head hurt “real bad” at the same time I’m wondering why my migraine medicine has refused to work today.
I hate it when I take my temperature and then would, you know, slap my forehead, if I didn’t think it would cause my head to shatter into a bazillion little pieces.
God, I just hate it when that happens.
April 3rd, 2005 at 7:54 pm
(in a very quiet voice) Feel better soon, Mir.
April 3rd, 2005 at 8:13 pm
I hope you two feel better soon…and that Monkey doesn’t get sick too.
April 3rd, 2005 at 8:14 pm
Wow, sounds like a crappy day. Hope you feel better soon!
April 3rd, 2005 at 8:57 pm
Oh, man. That sounds awful. Feel better soon (that goes for all of you, except the couch)
April 3rd, 2005 at 10:52 pm
Feel better, hot mama.
April 3rd, 2005 at 11:12 pm
feel better soon
migraines suck
April 4th, 2005 at 12:40 am
Wow, I wish I had known we were having the exact same type of day. Back when i was dumb about migraines, i thought they were just what wimpy people called headaches. Then i found out I was wrong. My heart goes out to you. I’m tapping very lightly while I wait for my latest Relpax to sink in… you got any better suggestions?
If it makes you feel better, I have really enjoyed reading your posts, sick or not.
“Anne Glamore”
(I’m revealing so much on my site these days the sexy pseudonym is necessary!)
April 4th, 2005 at 12:49 am
(((Hugs))) I hate that, too. :-)
Take care.
April 4th, 2005 at 1:09 am
Shit.
I hate that too.
Feel better hon!
April 4th, 2005 at 2:16 am
I hate when that whole pareallel universe thing mirrors us… ‘cept it was MY couch (no ex yet ~snort~) and it wasn’t puke…but the other end *sobs* and I was cleaning it up for us both…cept the shitting on the couch part…I was successful in not doing that one ;)
(((Hugs))) hope everyone is feeling better soon.
April 4th, 2005 at 9:50 am
Hate to hear you’re not feeling well…although I did grin a little about the couch.
Migraines and sick kiddos…not good at all — sending you whatever mental energy I have left — not much, but best I can do ;o)
April 4th, 2005 at 10:51 am
(also typing very s.l.o.w.l.y and s.o.f.t.l.y … in a dim room …
heal quickly-it just bites! blessings!
April 4th, 2005 at 11:10 am
Ouch. I’m so sorry you felt so bad. Hopefully you feel better today.
I hope Chickadee feels a lot better too.
April 4th, 2005 at 11:34 am
When I read about the ex’s couch, I smiled. There IS justice in this world! Get well soon.
April 4th, 2005 at 3:15 pm
Aw, I hate it when you feel like poo. Get well soon, Mir.
April 4th, 2005 at 3:58 pm
It’s a new day now (although a Monday)–are you feeling a little better? Hope Chickadee is starting to recover too, poor thing.
P.S. Kind of funny, but not really, is that my most recent blog entry is a list of good things. Hope your next list is an I-love-it-when list. You deserve it.
April 4th, 2005 at 5:01 pm
Great site. Hope you feel better!