I tried putting my head down below the rest of me (supposed to send the blood north.) Didn't work. Tried sit-ups for the endorphins (a bit.) Didn't work. Now I just drank a cup of mild coffee with caffeine in it in the hopes of knocking this sucker out (they put caffeine in migraine meds to open up blood vessels.) So far, so good-ish. Head's still throbbing a little.
Maybe I'll have to get a soda today from Culver's down the road and drink that (ooh, my caffeine buzz is going to be hellish later if I do that.) I don't drink caffeine on a regular basis-it's a terrible trap for someone with little to no energy to start with to drink something that gives an energy boost. My mother used to have this-she got stuck on caffeine to keep functioning. She's already warned me that it's a bad way to go, and I listened for once. You won't see me touching energy drinks ever. Too tempting and can really mess up my sleeping and consciousness patterns if I indulge in coffee too often. I'd rather be tired than be awake half the night because I drank an expresso at the wrong time.
But if I do get the shakes from it and get a headache, I'll know why I have it.
Mum and I think it's the pressure of the oncoming storm system that's supposed to load us down with snow tonight. She's got one, but hers is in a different spot entirely and it's been running two weeks straight (we have managed to get identical headaches, in the same place in our heads, at the exact same time before when the weather was about to do something. I kid not. Should have seen the look on Dad's face when we were comparing headaches and found out we were sporting a matching set. Like salt and pepper shakers, except with barometers falling sharply and imaginary axes stabbing gleefully into your skull. Cue Psycho theme: REE REE REE REE...)
Maybe I'm registering the pressure change and she's not this time (who knows with fibro?) She thinks hers is blood pressure issues-meaning if she does have the one I have at all, she wouldn't be able to tell anyhow because they're probably blending together in there like a chocolate milkshake of pain.
Mum gets the added bonus of "headache guilt" from hers because her sister has horrible, awful migraines that go on for months. Mum also gets to take really nice painkillers like prescription Vicodin to get rid of hers if she wants to. I have to manage with Tylenol and situps and caffeinated coffee. Not that I'm complaining-Vicodin's not one of my favorite medications to take (usually I'm really bad off when I do take it.)
Caffeine seems to have eased the one I have off a smidge, at least I can think around it now. Let's hope to God it stays that way. I hate taking pills, especially when they do nothing to help the problem.
On happier notes, my bear paw plant is thriving happily on the windowsill. Here's a photo of him...
I have not decided if his name is Pooh or Paddington (that would be to annoy my mother, who hates Paddington Bear. Something about him and the somehow related topic of Nazi Santa. Don't get her started on that one-oi.) I could also go with
Fuzzy Wuzzy (But mine HAS fuzz and he didn't.)
Beorn (I like this. This might work.)
Fozzie (Like Fozzie. He's an alright guy.)
Teddy Ruxpin (had one of these as a kid.)
Yogi (I don't see my plant stealing pic-a-nic baskets anytime soon...)
Baloo (Loved him as a kid and was obsessed with the movie when I was three.)
Snuggle (scares the crud out of me and my sister. Really.)
Choices, choices...
I think Beorn. So noble and it's Tolkien. Perfect.
I have things to be doing and my headache is gone, so I'll talk at you soon,
Ta,
Bec
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