I suppose I must thank Italian explorer, Christopher Columbus, for this holiday off from work. Christopher, you may recall, landed in the Americas circa 1492 when he made a wrong turn looking for India. Apparently, he was as directionally challenged as I. Anyway, his geographical snafu earned him some fame (and an unmarked grave) and netted me another holiday. I'm not complaining. I ended up really needing this holiday, too, because my weekend was pretty well wasted due to one thing or another.
I was up and down all night Friday taking care of a monster case of acid indigestion. It left me feeling queasy and laid pretty low all day Saturday, too. And yesterday was lost for the most part to a migraine. I haven't had one in a couple of years and wasn't really thinking "migraine" when I awoke with a headache yesterday morning. Regrettably, that's exactly what it was -- sans, thank God, the nausea.
When I realized I wasn't going to be able to read the paper because of the blinding pain, I went back to bed. After an hour or so, I got up and had a cup of coffee, but the headache was unabated. Trying to sleep it off in my bedroom was out of the question because it was too bright -- and the light hurt my eyes. My den, on the other hand, with its shutters and dark curtains, made a fine cave in which to hole up. I slept another couple of hours on the couch, watched over by my faithful little dog, a veritable furry Florence Nightingale. Weirdly, the lyrics of Born To Run kept running through my head. What's up with that?
I got on the computer long enough to publish my blog post (written, thankfully, the night before) and then went back to sleep, waking only to take a phone call. I felt a little better by that point, so I got up and got dressed around 2:00 P.M. I needed something in my stomach so I could take some pain relievers, so I had a few bites of cereal and swallowed a handful of Ibuprofen and Excedrin Migraine and laid back down. Finally, around 4:00 or so, I felt human enough to get up and stay up -- 'til around 7:30 when I crashed again. That time, hormones apparently kicked in and brought on a small fit of the weepies. That did not help the headache. Oh, and then around 10:00 last night, a skunk came by and left his calling card. With the windows open, that was just nasty. I could have done without it.
The day was, all in all, a wash so I'm grateful that I have today off to do all the stuff I didn't do Saturday and Sunday. Headaches are some bad mojo, and migraines are just pure evil.
These Words Gone Wild are pretty damned evil, too. TWISTED LINGUISTICS had to be physically restrained from shooting them where they stood. All but the last one come from that irritating self-professed "editor."
repitious - Repetitive rapture.
theie pride of writnig - Favorite concubine of an old Norse king.
freash - Freakishly fresh.
peeked my curiosity - A voyeur let me see HIS end of things.
Bon A' Petite - Good! A small girl!
diea - A killer diet?
Gawd, and I wonder why I have headaches.
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