I just watched the Neda video. I think I’m going to puke.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYYYY!!!!!!
The very noisy asshole neighbors upstairs are moving out this weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No more squeaky squeaky, no more child jumping off the couch, no more basketball bouncing, WHEEEEEE!!!!!
Obama Haters
OK, seriously? Do you really think he could hide a terrorist affiliation from about a gazillion FBI agents and whoever else checked up on him before he ran for office? They probably know what color his underwear was on *insert random date here*. http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/14/opinion/14rich.html
Migraines
I think migraines run in my family or something. When I was little I can remember my brother getting migraines from chocolate. I think they faded away as he got older though. (I can also remember him faking migraines so he wouldn’t have to go to the dentist first…)
I think I got my first migraine in 5th grade, though I didn’t know what was going on at the time. I had gotten held inside for recess for an idiotic reason I still remember and get pissed off about to this day. I was in the library reading, which, let’s face it, is where I preferred to be anyway, and I started getting these black spots in my vision, so bad I couldn’t see the pages in the book. Then the headache started. I think I either went home early or it was already scheduled for me to spend the afternoon with my grandmother, because I remember puking at her house.
Eight years later, I had just gotten my first tattoo, and I’d spent the day eating corndogs at the ball park with Lindsay. When I got home I had an excruciating headache and started puking. I thought I had food poisoning, but was better the next day. I burst all the blood vessels in my eyes and face though, I was gross looking for a week after that.
Another five years after that, and I’m moving apartments from on campus to graduate housing off campus with my friend James and my parents. After lunch my folks had taken a load of furniture to the new place while I was left cleaning up the old one with James. It hit me at lunch, but I didn’t say anything. I also didn’t eat much. When James and I got back to the old apartment I begged him to go buy some Excedrin, and to run as fast as he could. I laid down on the floor with a pillow and tried not to exist. I didn’t puke that time, but it’s the first time I really appreciated Excedrin.
Fast farward another five years, to now. I’ve been getting “monthly” migraines for the past two years, but most of the time the vision spots (known as “auras” for the migraine adept) warn me with enough time to take the Excedrin and usually I can catch it.
Well last night I was watching TV and surfing the web at the same time, and suddenly I had a blind spot. And then that blind spot grew to a big sparkly strip blocking me from seeing anything at all. The worst aura I have EVER had. You can liken it to “seeing stars” after being hit in the head. They look the same. I didn’t beat the migraine to the punch this time, but I caught it in enough time to keep me from puking, barely. I took the Excedrin right as the pain just started. The headache still came, but it went fairly peacefully. I went to bed and tried not to move. I nearly puked. About two hours of not sleeping later it was mostly gone. I had several nightmares, including lucid ones where I thought bugs were dropping onto my head in my sleep, and others where people were trying to kill me, and they all woke me up. Every time. Not just an “open eyes” wake up, but a jolt back to reality makes your whole body jump kind of wake up. And that happened about 10 times.
So forgive me if I’m not the most chipper person this morning. But at least I don’t look all splotchy from puking.
Olmsted Falls, May 3, 2009
“Turn it on Mom, I’m ready for a spin!”
or
“Do what you will, I refuse to move.”
Pink hair
I totally had a really bad work-related breakdown on Friday. And today, I went out and bought black and green nail polish and put a big fat pink streak in my hair. Oh yeah. I’m a rebel.
yum yum yum.
Paula Deen is making funnel cakes.
And there is a store near here that has HUNDREDS of candy/caramel/chocolate apples. HUNDREDS! They’re so pretty and festive, they have butterfinger and turtle and tiger striped and all kinds of crazy stuff! And I haven’t had one. Yet. I resisted once, but I’m thinking about going tomorrow. It can’t be much more chocolate than a peanutbutter cup, right?
