Holy Migraine of Fury

What a bi-polar weekend. On the happy side, my blogger friend JB came to visit, and we all had a wicked awesome time hanging out, but on a lame note, I definitely was feeling more than a little under the weather. I’m not sure if I’ve got the Swine Flu, or if my allergies and lungs are so bad it’s making me really, really sick, but I was feverish, I had a migraine the size of Texas THE ENTIRE TIME, and my body felt like it’d been hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice.

Finally, last night, with the help of migraine meds, a painkiller, and some ibuprofen, I was able to sleep, but woke up only a few hours later with that migraine pestering me again. Holy headache of fury, it’s literally been making its home and hearth on my poor noggin for weeks now. Doesn’t that mean you have a brain tumor or something? To wake up time and time again, over and over, with the worst headache of your life? Something just doesn’t seem right about that, I dunno.

We got some nice relaxing pedicures the other day, and you know how you sit in those massage chairs while they do it? Well mine thought it would be fun to massage my arse and it was like squeezing my hips and fisting my bum hole and I was like, eaaasssssy, personal space, you know? But once I figured out how to turn that ludicrous feature off (who would want a fisted bum?) it was niiiiiice. I actually even fell asleep, but was woken quite abruptly when the nice asian lady started using that pummus stone thingy to smooth my feet or whatever. It tickled hella bad and it was all I could do to not kick her in the face. My back was arched and I was gripping the chair and I was thinking that I definitely didn’t want to pay for tickled feet and bum fisting, and also her medical bill if I gave her a black eye, but it was soon over and I promptly fell asleep again.

Not much going on this week…see the T this afternoon, and my ED MD on Wednesday. Going to buy a new stove tonight, which should be uber awesome since ours currently smells like cat wiz (no it wasn’t my cats – they are not allowed in the oven – and who in the H bomb would even let their cats in the oven?) I mean, none of this makes sense, but there is a definite smell of cat pee which is rather disconcerting and confusing. I try not to think about it. But I’ll just say that eating a Totino’s frozen pizza (which isn’t very good anyway) that tasted like it had been baked in cat wiz was so not cool. Husband was starving enough to eat it anyway, and I pitied him and his desperation. What a weirdo.

Okay, anyway. I have nothing much to say, as you can tell, and it’s time for me to med up again to try to keep this monster migraine at bay. Shoot do you think I have a brain tumor? I’m seriously worried about this.

My allergy prick doc still hasn’t called me…it’ll be interesting to see if he does, and I’ll keep you updated…