Gosh, it's been a while, hasn't it?
My reading public must be sooooo disappointed.
That's a joke, btw.
Anyway.
I've been doing pretty well the past couple of months.
A regimen of wild yam extract, multivitamins and Zicam allergy spray has been keeping things on an even keel.
For now.
The past few days have been a little rocky, but I attribute that to my impending cycle and overdoing it a bit.
Seems like I can't push myself the way I once did without some kind of backlash.
I took Relpax today. I was trying hard not to.
My head started to hurt yesterday while I was on the plane. By the time I was driving home (after a brief, yet possibly overlong stop at the Galleria) it had gotten fairly unpleasant -- though nothing compared to the one I had that day driving back from NOLA. It remained at the same unpleasant level until bedtime, and resumed when I got up this morning.
It might have stayed that way for the rest of the day. Or it could have escalated to a full blown migraine or maybe it just would have faded away.
I still mourn the days when I could pretty much count on a night's sleep to drive away any headache, no matter how bad.
Anyway, I sat on my bed for a long moment with the Relpax blister pack in my hand making up my mind to take it. I felt my only choices were to take it or call in sick, because I could not face going to work with that shrill migrainous shriek in my head.
So I took it. It worked about as well as it usually does. I was a little tired, slightly spacey, but nothing I couldn't deal with.
I'd been dreading going back to work after 10 days off, but it wasn't so bad.
But where am I going with this?
I had about three headaches last week, which is really kind of a lot when you think about it.
I decided I should make an appearance here, for some reason.
I wish I had some startling insight or other to disseminate here to make it worth someone's while to stop by. But perhaps it hardly matters. Doesn't seem like anyone's reading anyway.
I know, poor me.
Such a sad tale of woe.
Woe ballet, as Emily used to say.
But I don't feel too bad now.
My head does not hurt for the moment and it's a rather pretty evening outside -- the wind is blowing and splashes of distant lightning spice things up a bit.
Mango is sitting in the open window, and despite my sadness at leaving California, it's peaceful and even rather pleasant to be in my apartment. Whatever else about my life is dissatisfying, I do like my little place.
