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headaches and lists
Nov. 14th, 2006 08:42 pmYesterday, I had The Headache.
That is significant enough to give it its own paragraph. I left work early to come home and take a nap. Sleeping doesn't typically help my headaches. In fact, sometimes it makes them worse (as it did yesterday) but I had to try, you know. I was a whimpering mess by the time M and I got home from some scheduled errands that I didn't want to skip out on (namely, the library book sale.. which was a dud.. and food.. because I sure wasn't cooking.. and the purchase of drugs* for my aching head.) I have the occasional migraine, but to tell you the truth, they're usually not that severe. They stand out as migraines because of the symptoms I have with them.. sometimes my tension headaches are worse in actual pain severity but there seems to be something about a migraine that strips my will to live in a different way, plus the standard sensitivities to light and noise and vision disturbance and the utter refusal to respond to drugs. Last night, I ended up laying in a dark bedroom with the door closed against the glare of a computer monitor in a different room at eight o'clock, sans pillow. I dozed off, of course, because what the hell else are you going to do in the dark with a headache that won't quit? Write poetry? When M came to bed at midnight, I woke up to find (with unmistakable relief) that the headache was gone, and I was really excited that I could snuggle with the husband, in large part because I had been so very bored. ("Ooh, something to do!" I might have remarked.) Not that the snuggling isn't lovely on its own, of course, but you have to understand that after four hours of laying in the dark, asleep and then awake and then asleep and then awake.. something new was really exciting.
Second note, as I said, my husband came to bed at midnight, or two hours after we usually go to bed. This is because he installed a new computer game, and lost track of time so completely that he did not realize that time actually passes while he plays games. And then? He did the same thing this morning before he left for work. Sat down for three minutes and looked up seventeen minutes later. I told him I was going to come home today and delete that game before it had serious repercussions... but I neglected to ask him what it was called before I told him that, so when I asked which one it was, he told me that it was called "Outlook". Because, he never liked that one anyway cause it keeps nagging him to take out the trash and stuff. This is clear evidence that he cannot be trusted without me around to keep him in line...
M talked dirty to me on the way home. He said things like "We need to make lists tonight," which is like porn for me. So, a few minutes ago, we got it on--what? We got on making a list, you pervert. M sat in the chair and dispensed the appropriate whiteboard marker for my color-coding system and we updated our list of things to do. The funny thing is that.. we now have 35 items on the list. Four of those are assigned to me. Eleven are assigned to either or both of us. Four involve purchasing something. The remaining fifteen are all things for Boyo to take care of. And if you do the math, you will soon notice that I miscounted somewhere. Math was never my strong suit but I did think I was capable of counting. The reason that M has so many more things than I do is that I also have a paper list on my desk that I use a lot more often than our combined list, and for most of the things that are meant for me. Also, the larger projects are things that fall to M by their very nature--they require more muscle than I have, and often, those are the things that he wants to get done more than I do. Still, it's fun to tease him about.
*There is a recall on generic Tylenol (acetaminophen) that I happened to read about yesterday morning. I, of course, am the proud owner of a gigantic bottle of pills with potential bits of metal embedded into the caplets, and that (of course) is the day that I happen to get a headache from a very bad place. Figures.
That is significant enough to give it its own paragraph. I left work early to come home and take a nap. Sleeping doesn't typically help my headaches. In fact, sometimes it makes them worse (as it did yesterday) but I had to try, you know. I was a whimpering mess by the time M and I got home from some scheduled errands that I didn't want to skip out on (namely, the library book sale.. which was a dud.. and food.. because I sure wasn't cooking.. and the purchase of drugs* for my aching head.) I have the occasional migraine, but to tell you the truth, they're usually not that severe. They stand out as migraines because of the symptoms I have with them.. sometimes my tension headaches are worse in actual pain severity but there seems to be something about a migraine that strips my will to live in a different way, plus the standard sensitivities to light and noise and vision disturbance and the utter refusal to respond to drugs. Last night, I ended up laying in a dark bedroom with the door closed against the glare of a computer monitor in a different room at eight o'clock, sans pillow. I dozed off, of course, because what the hell else are you going to do in the dark with a headache that won't quit? Write poetry? When M came to bed at midnight, I woke up to find (with unmistakable relief) that the headache was gone, and I was really excited that I could snuggle with the husband, in large part because I had been so very bored. ("Ooh, something to do!" I might have remarked.) Not that the snuggling isn't lovely on its own, of course, but you have to understand that after four hours of laying in the dark, asleep and then awake and then asleep and then awake.. something new was really exciting.
Second note, as I said, my husband came to bed at midnight, or two hours after we usually go to bed. This is because he installed a new computer game, and lost track of time so completely that he did not realize that time actually passes while he plays games. And then? He did the same thing this morning before he left for work. Sat down for three minutes and looked up seventeen minutes later. I told him I was going to come home today and delete that game before it had serious repercussions... but I neglected to ask him what it was called before I told him that, so when I asked which one it was, he told me that it was called "Outlook". Because, he never liked that one anyway cause it keeps nagging him to take out the trash and stuff. This is clear evidence that he cannot be trusted without me around to keep him in line...
M talked dirty to me on the way home. He said things like "We need to make lists tonight," which is like porn for me. So, a few minutes ago, we got it on--what? We got on making a list, you pervert. M sat in the chair and dispensed the appropriate whiteboard marker for my color-coding system and we updated our list of things to do. The funny thing is that.. we now have 35 items on the list. Four of those are assigned to me. Eleven are assigned to either or both of us. Four involve purchasing something. The remaining fifteen are all things for Boyo to take care of. And if you do the math, you will soon notice that I miscounted somewhere. Math was never my strong suit but I did think I was capable of counting. The reason that M has so many more things than I do is that I also have a paper list on my desk that I use a lot more often than our combined list, and for most of the things that are meant for me. Also, the larger projects are things that fall to M by their very nature--they require more muscle than I have, and often, those are the things that he wants to get done more than I do. Still, it's fun to tease him about.
*There is a recall on generic Tylenol (acetaminophen) that I happened to read about yesterday morning. I, of course, am the proud owner of a gigantic bottle of pills with potential bits of metal embedded into the caplets, and that (of course) is the day that I happen to get a headache from a very bad place. Figures.
