Super Jumble

So I have a lot to blog about today... and it's relatively slow at work, even though I'm holdin down the fort again. Let's see how much I can stuff into here between answering the phones, hunting down PM's who are MIA for their meetings, anticipating return calls to organize a meeting next week, and redirecting wrong numbers to the police department. *grin*

About Last Night...

And before I lose my mental energy to write. I’m still a li’l fuzzy from last night’s meds. Which prompts me to first square away the issue of yesterday’s post… I suppose I should provide some sort of explanation. Considering I’ve given myself the goal of documenting 365 days of my life, I felt the need to offer at least some sort of small obligatory contribution for the day. However, I tend to get a bit loopy on my migraine meds. Especially when I dose myself as heavily as I did yesterday.

Migraines

Sometimes I have a good idea of when a migraine’s gonna hit… like at certain times of my cycle. Other times, some random trigger will set one off, and all I can do is medicate myself and ride it out. Yesterday, it started with my new wristrest… which absolutely reeked with a strong synthetic stench in this tiny li’l office with no ventilation. I took it outside to air out, but not until after I’d been oblivious enough to sit with it under my nose for several hours. Then, my neck finished the job later in the afternoon. My neck is my biggest trigger… all it has to do is go slightly outta wack to set off a migraine in a heartbeat. My chiropractor sees a lot of me.

Fuzzy Drugs

Unfortunately, the only medication my VA medical provider has been able to find that actually WORKS is a barbituate derivative. (Side note: my migraines count as a military disability, since they started with a solid bash on the head while I was in the Navy, therefore the VA covers my treatment) Of course, barbs are downers, and accordingly compromise my mental (and physical, if I take enough) capacity. We’re trying to find another med that will work and still allow me to function. I’ve so far avoided a specific migraine drug, Imitrex, that I’ve heard works REALLY well, because Mom had a pretty bad reaction when she tried it. She gets migraines, too. And I inherited just about ALL of her drug allergies. However, I’ve gotten frustrated with the amount of work I’ve had to miss for not being able to function… either with pain or being loopy on meds… and I think we’ll give the Imitrex a shot at my next VA appointment.

Relaxing

But in the meantime, I work with what I’ve got. I'd taken a couple of pills by time I headed home about a half hour early yesterday. Mom and I had already agreed I’d go over to her place last night and watch one of the movies we missed last weekend. Fortunately, she only lives about 2 minutes away from me, so I wasn’t driving far. I didn’t mind bein at her place… I mean, watching a movie doesn’t take much mental or physical effort at all… all I had to do was lay on the couch and keep my eyes open. Plus, I got fed and didn’t have to cook. :) I took another pill when I got home, so I was seriously loopy by time I had a chance to post anything here. Oh well. I’m sure it won’t be the first time it happens.

I’m not really in much better shape today. I’m not loopy, but that much drugs in my system doesn’t clear up very quickly, so I’m really tired and somewhat fuzzy. And the migraine’s not really gone, either… they usually cling with claws entrenched for several days. Right now, it’s pushin at the back of my head, and I’m doing everything I can to stay relaxed. Thankfully, work is not really busy… so even though I’m still the only one here, my brain is not really being depended upon to be in tip top shape.

Triggers

And the friggin smelly culprit is at home… I took it there to air out in my library… in the window sill with the window open when I’m home. Though, I probly should have warned the cat it was there. Amway, my only other potential problem is that, for some reason, my entire apartment building and, consequently, apartment, also reeked of some sickly sweet burnt-marshmallow/sourkraut smell for the last few days. It didn’ t seem too bad this morning, but then it smelled like cigarette smoke… another trigger, by the way. *sigh*

There are several reasons I’m glad to be in an apartment complex… not the least of which is the security of having 7 other households surrounding me, considering I live alone. But sharing the aromatic joy of other people’s tobacco habits, dinners and/or kitchen disasters is not one of them. Now, to be fair, my senses tend to become ultra-sharp (especially smell… like I’ve got friggin Super Nose or something) with a migraine, so these smells may not really be that offensive normally. But that knowledge doesn’ t really help me much at the moment.

Looking Forward

Oh, and I get to spray the apartment down again this weekend. I’m hoping to really take it easy tonight and tomorrow, dope myself up good and knock this thing out, cuz Mom and I wanna go to the Renaissance Festival in Kansas City on Sunday. She’ll be doing the same since she happens to be nursing one at the moment, as well. Gotta love a familiy who’s miserable together… lol

Okee… that’s enough whining for today. I have a few other subjects I’d like to touch on today while I still can, in separate small posts as I can get to them throughout the day. I don’t think I’ll be able to write much tonight.

Dammitall havin a rebelious head when I've got stuff to write about! lol