Migraine Journal – Saturday June 18, 2011
19 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
Oy. It was a bad one. 
Just for the record:
Triggers/Prodrome:
1. Having my period (most likely culprit. Damn hormones!)
2. Muscle exhaustion/stiffness/soreness from a lot of exercise on friday (row, weights, 10k run)
3. Generally excessive fatigue of the “I’m on the couch and don’t really know why but I can’t move any of my muscles right now” kind, more than could be attributed to the exercise alone.
4. Fell asleep on said couch in an uncomfortable position until 3am
5. Air pressure change? Woke up saturday stiff and sore to rainy weather outside
Bad decisions:
1. Was feeling pretty hazy and headachey and sensitive to light already (Go Go Gadget big sunglasses!). Decided to go watch the 12:25pm matinee of Super 8 with Steve. Popped a couple Advil Cold+Sinus because I’ve run out of regular advil and was feeling stuffy anyway. Thought I might’ve caught it early enough with the Advil so I went to the movie anyway.
The Pain Phase:
1. Wow. It was a blistering SOB, this one. Obviously didn’t pop that Advil early enough. Front of my head this time, a little to the left but it generally just spread to the entire front part, and hurt like an excavation site.
2. Tried to watch the movie squinting with sunglasses on. Unfortunately, Super 8 had lots of explosions and loud noises and I eventually had to close my eyes, hide under my jacket, and just listen.
3. Eventually had to keel over to the empty chair next to me because I was just sweating bullets and was feeling quite shaky and nauseous.
4. Decided to stay in the movie because I heard it was a really good movie and didn’t want to ruin it for Steve (and waste $25)
5. Told myself that all movies end sometime, sooner or later and to just suck it up for a while.
6. Had to stop listening. Too loud. I think I fell asleep at some point during the movie. Horrid horrid sleep.
7. The movie ended and I had to get up. Still blisteringly painful.
8. Going down the stairs at the side of the theatre, my legs gave out under me. Yes. I actually fell on the stairs. Maybe fell down a step or two.
9. So bright and so loud. Why is daylight so bright? Why are people so loud? Going out of the theatre complex I began to despair that I wouldn’t make it home.
10. Car ride home: terrifying. The daylight and sound brought on a fresh wave of scalp-ripping pain, and the slightest motion in the car exacerbated the nausea. Commenced crying of the help I’m not sad I’m just in a lot of searing pain kind. Then stopped crying cold turkey all of sudden because I started feeling that horrible need to throw up.
11. Parking garage at home: had a hard time standing up and getting out of the car. First bit of breakfast came up.
12. Home. Parked self beside toilet. Upchucked all of breakfast.
13. Went to bed with my eye patch in place. Horrid horrid sleep, if I could get it. So much pain.
Postdrome
1. Slept. And slept. And slept.
2. Woke up once around 5pm, asked steve for another advil. Migraine still half power.
3. woke up again around 8 to steve getting ready for his hockey game. Was so excited about finally going to watch a game of his, but migraine still at 1/4 power so decided to just stay in bed.
4. Woke up again around 11pm and steve was back and sitting out on the patio programming. I went out to join him. The world was blessedly dark by then. Though I had absolutely no interest in food (VERY ODD…I’M ALWAYS INTERESTED IN FOOD), I made myself drink a protein shake as I hadn’t eaten anything but breakfast, which I had thrown up already.
5. Went to bed. Heard steve eating cereal, decided I better do that too even though I still didn’t really want food of any kind, but good sense got the better of me because I didn’t want to deal with sugar crashing later on as well if I hadn’t already.
6. Woke up to my alarm at 4:40am for rowing practice. Couldn’t get out of bed till 5am. Got as far as going to the bathroom and putting on some fresh underwear. Then felt really weak and wobbly and had to call it a sick day. Went back to bed.
7. Woke up again at 8:30ish. Incredibly sore all over and still feeling kind of hazy and stuffy.
8. I still have no interest in food. But I think I will cook up some wonderful wonderful dumplings and just passively chew away, for nutritional purposes.
Thoughts
1. ALWAYS HAVE ADVIL ON HAND. the good stuff. the extra strength liqui-gel stuff, at least it will take the edge off.
2. DON’T GO TO MOVIES WITH A HEADACHE. I had to walk out of Kingdom of Heaven for a migraine as well..and didn’t have advil with me.
3. STAY IN BED. forever. or at least until the headache goes away. Yes, it will get bad if you ignore it. So go back to bed while you have a chance to abort it in the early stages. Call everything off and just sleep. If you’re lucky, it will die and you’ll feel completely refreshed in a few hours. If it blows up into a big one, well, then…APOCALYPSE NOW.
Duck, Duck, GOOSE!
19 May 2011 Leave a Comment
AWESOME. A GOOSE JUST LANDED ON MY BALCONY RAILING. And then he took a poo, saw lady goose, honked, and flew away for some lovin’.
Got a nice visit from Mr. (?) Goose this morning.
Reacting to Death by Celebrating in the Streets: Disgraceful.
02 May 2011 Leave a Comment
I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that
I was watching CNN last night as the news came out that Osama bin Laden had been taken out by American operatives. It was done and done. Justice and all that.
And then I watched in disbelief as it showed jubilant crowds forming outside the White House gates, and in the Streets of New York as people whooped and hollered over the joyful news.
Are you fucking kidding me, America?
This sort of display is no better than the scenes of crowds in the streets of Middle Eastern countries whooping and hollering over the destruction of the Twin Towers in America.
DO YOU REMEMBER? YOU SO DESPISED THEM FOR THEIR REACTION TO YOUR TIME OF DESPAIR.
Check out the fucking plank in your own eye. The business of justice is done. The serial killer has been sentenced and executed. Let’s contemplate this seriously and make sure to teach our children in such a way that will set them up to be good citizens of the world in the future, not hollering idiots.
Don’t just react. Choose your future. Choose respect for all.
Help Me Remember the Title of a Book!
17 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
in Books, Uncategorized Tags: aerial silks, books, Children, circus, fiction
*UPDATE: 8:14pm* it’s called Galax-Arena by Gillian Rubenstein. Thank you people of the internets!
Help me find this book! I want to read it again and I think I may have given away my copy of it a long time ago.
I first read this book sometime between 1996 and 1998. It was a small paperback novel about 1.5 cm thick, for grades 5-7 reading level. The spine was possibly black. The front cover possibly mostly grey with the title in dark red. The picture on the cover had a shadow of something possibly alien looking and large cube(s?) off to one side, all looking kind of grey and shadowy.
Things I remember:
1.) Kidnapped children kept kind of as performing pets for these aliens/people obsessed with staying young?
2.) Sisters possibly named Isis and Ishtar?
3.) Boy child with a possibly possessed talking toy rabbit who would creepily predict the future “Ishtar gonna die!”
4.) The kids would do circus tricks and they talked about their death defying performances like dropping headfirst on fabric silks to within inches of the ground
And I always wondered how they would do that…the whole dropping headfirst while hanging from a piece of fabric business. It fascinated me for years.
So here I am, finally in an aerial silks class, and I can no longer remember the name of this book.
Help!
Thai Basil > Italian Basil. By a Lot.
31 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
Ever made pesto with Thai basil? It’s stunning. There is no subtlety involved. No detection of subtle flavours is neccesary. No lowering of expectations is neccesary. It is mindblowingly amazing in its well-roundedness of flavour.
Pack on the Thai basil
go nuts on the garlic
parmesan cheese it up
add salt
add olive oil
food process it up
and it’s bloody well OMG. Goes so well with pasta. My favourite it to mix it into little stellines.
Thai basil > Italian basil.
Italian basil is weak.
Thai basil is more than Italian basil could ever dream of being.
Heh.
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