I was kind of excited when Macy's took over Burdine's dept store here, but now I'm annoyed with them.
I was trying on shoes to replace my "oh so comfortable slip ons that go with nothing", I tried on a sassy little pair that really didn't qualify, a pair of Kenneth Cole that were extremely sparkly and jaunty - I really liked them although they too were a bit too high maintenance, and some Naturalizers that were really more in line with my shopping mission.
I just recently had my feet measured and they told me I wear a 9 1/2 M. But in all of these shoes I noticed my HEEL didn't quite fit the shoe, it hung over the sides a little bit - they looked kind of weird. They were just cut narrow or something, or my feet have fattened.
Scott even pointed it out and said I should ask if they had a wide.
So we did when the lady came back. I was pretty much set to drop down quite a bit on shoes, I probably would have bought two pair at least, and this BITCH looks at me as if I had asked her if they had shoes made out of Jews.
"Wide? No we don't carry wide, SORRY" she says condescendingly and with a tone that had suggested I had implied she might supply me with somethy OOGIE- like a dead kitten.
This is seriously the most retarded thing I have ever heard.
It's a DEPARTMENT STORE.
They sell clothes for fat people, skinny people, young people old people.
Hence the term - DEPARTMENT STORE.
Perhaps I should have asked her where the fat shoe department was.
This is reminding me of XTAs run in with, who was it, DSW? Anyway, I was so embarrassed I actually wanted to cry, isn't that stupid. It was like she was shaming me or something.
Scott saved the day on the way out and picked up a beautiful little Liz Claiborne bracelet and insisted I buy it so I did, which made me happy. He tried to get me to buy a purse too but it wsa too close to the shoe department. My fat feet felt inferior there.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
I think I hate Macy's
I was kind of excited when Macy's took over Burdine's dept store here, but now I'm annoyed with them.
I was trying on shoes to replace my "oh so comfortable slip ons that go with nothing", I tried on a sassy little pair that really didn't qualify, a pair of Kenneth Cole that were extremely sparkly and jaunty - I really liked them although they too were a bit too high maintenance, and some Naturalizers that were really more in line with my shopping mission.
I just recently had my feet measured and they told me I wear a 9 1/2 M. But in all of these shoes I noticed my HEEL didn't quite fit the shoe, it hung over the sides a little bit - they looked kind of weird. They were just cut narrow or something, or my feet have fattened.
Scott even pointed it out and said I should ask if they had a wide.
So we did when the lady came back. I was pretty much set to drop down quite a bit on shoes, I probably would have bought two pair at least, and this BITCH looks at me as if I had asked her if they had shoes made out of Jews.
"Wide? No we don't carry wide, SORRY" she says condescendingly and with a tone that had suggested I had implied she might supply me with somethy OOGIE- like a dead kitten.
This is seriously the most retarded thing I have ever heard.
It's a DEPARTMENT STORE.
They sell clothes for fat people, skinny people, young people old people.
Hence the term - DEPARTMENT STORE.
Perhaps I should have asked her where the fat shoe department was.
This is reminding me of XTAs run in with, who was it, DSW? Anyway, I was so embarrassed I actually wanted to cry, isn't that stupid. It was like she was shaming me or something.
Scott saved the day on the way out and picked up a beautiful little Liz Claiborne bracelet and insisted I buy it so I did, which made me happy. He tried to get me to buy a purse too but it wsa too close to the shoe department. My fat feet felt inferior there.
I was trying on shoes to replace my "oh so comfortable slip ons that go with nothing", I tried on a sassy little pair that really didn't qualify, a pair of Kenneth Cole that were extremely sparkly and jaunty - I really liked them although they too were a bit too high maintenance, and some Naturalizers that were really more in line with my shopping mission.
I just recently had my feet measured and they told me I wear a 9 1/2 M. But in all of these shoes I noticed my HEEL didn't quite fit the shoe, it hung over the sides a little bit - they looked kind of weird. They were just cut narrow or something, or my feet have fattened.
Scott even pointed it out and said I should ask if they had a wide.
So we did when the lady came back. I was pretty much set to drop down quite a bit on shoes, I probably would have bought two pair at least, and this BITCH looks at me as if I had asked her if they had shoes made out of Jews.
"Wide? No we don't carry wide, SORRY" she says condescendingly and with a tone that had suggested I had implied she might supply me with somethy OOGIE- like a dead kitten.
This is seriously the most retarded thing I have ever heard.
It's a DEPARTMENT STORE.
They sell clothes for fat people, skinny people, young people old people.
Hence the term - DEPARTMENT STORE.
Perhaps I should have asked her where the fat shoe department was.
This is reminding me of XTAs run in with, who was it, DSW? Anyway, I was so embarrassed I actually wanted to cry, isn't that stupid. It was like she was shaming me or something.
Scott saved the day on the way out and picked up a beautiful little Liz Claiborne bracelet and insisted I buy it so I did, which made me happy. He tried to get me to buy a purse too but it wsa too close to the shoe department. My fat feet felt inferior there.
And there would be no more Lou
We've been trying to teach Louis about death. He's still a little young, maybe, but there have been some situations where we needed to explain it. His friend Andy's dog died, we see dead lizards outside (he suggests they will be better on Friday), and then there have started to be rough play incidents that are unsafe. He doesn't mean any harm but he doesn't understand he's too strong or playing too rough with the babies. Such as - he put a pillow from the couch on Charlie's head and jumped on it.
Lucky we caught that one, eh?
And he's been throwing things, some of which tag the babies in the head - last night I took one in the glasses from his Lightsaber (we were watching STAR WARS - he was being DARTH VADER apparently). So we've had some serious disciplinary discussions "If you do that to Charlie you might kill him, Charlie would die and we'd have no more Charlie...." etc.
Apparently he's got it, at least sort of.
A couple of nights ago he winged a HOTWHEELS car and it banged into my china cabinet - barely missing the glass of the door. After I got done warming up his behind I'm down on my knees holding his upper arms giving him the old "Do you understand how dangerous it was to do that? You could have been hurt if that glass broke! If that glass broke...."
and he cuts me off and says "Lou would die, and then mommy and daddy would have no more Lou. Lou would be gone forever."
Oh my god. I burst into tears. Which I think upset him more. He crawled up on my lap and told me I was his sweetheart and not to cry that Lou was still here.
But still......I suppose I just can't even stand the thought of it said so matter of factly.
At least he's maybe getting the concept........
Lucky we caught that one, eh?
And he's been throwing things, some of which tag the babies in the head - last night I took one in the glasses from his Lightsaber (we were watching STAR WARS - he was being DARTH VADER apparently). So we've had some serious disciplinary discussions "If you do that to Charlie you might kill him, Charlie would die and we'd have no more Charlie...." etc.
Apparently he's got it, at least sort of.
A couple of nights ago he winged a HOTWHEELS car and it banged into my china cabinet - barely missing the glass of the door. After I got done warming up his behind I'm down on my knees holding his upper arms giving him the old "Do you understand how dangerous it was to do that? You could have been hurt if that glass broke! If that glass broke...."
and he cuts me off and says "Lou would die, and then mommy and daddy would have no more Lou. Lou would be gone forever."
Oh my god. I burst into tears. Which I think upset him more. He crawled up on my lap and told me I was his sweetheart and not to cry that Lou was still here.
But still......I suppose I just can't even stand the thought of it said so matter of factly.
At least he's maybe getting the concept........
And there would be no more Lou
We've been trying to teach Louis about death. He's still a little young, maybe, but there have been some situations where we needed to explain it. His friend Andy's dog died, we see dead lizards outside (he suggests they will be better on Friday), and then there have started to be rough play incidents that are unsafe. He doesn't mean any harm but he doesn't understand he's too strong or playing too rough with the babies. Such as - he put a pillow from the couch on Charlie's head and jumped on it.
Lucky we caught that one, eh?
And he's been throwing things, some of which tag the babies in the head - last night I took one in the glasses from his Lightsaber (we were watching STAR WARS - he was being DARTH VADER apparently). So we've had some serious disciplinary discussions "If you do that to Charlie you might kill him, Charlie would die and we'd have no more Charlie...." etc.
Apparently he's got it, at least sort of.
A couple of nights ago he winged a HOTWHEELS car and it banged into my china cabinet - barely missing the glass of the door. After I got done warming up his behind I'm down on my knees holding his upper arms giving him the old "Do you understand how dangerous it was to do that? You could have been hurt if that glass broke! If that glass broke...."
and he cuts me off and says "Lou would die, and then mommy and daddy would have no more Lou. Lou would be gone forever."
Oh my god. I burst into tears. Which I think upset him more. He crawled up on my lap and told me I was his sweetheart and not to cry that Lou was still here.
But still......I suppose I just can't even stand the thought of it said so matter of factly.
At least he's maybe getting the concept........
Lucky we caught that one, eh?
And he's been throwing things, some of which tag the babies in the head - last night I took one in the glasses from his Lightsaber (we were watching STAR WARS - he was being DARTH VADER apparently). So we've had some serious disciplinary discussions "If you do that to Charlie you might kill him, Charlie would die and we'd have no more Charlie...." etc.
Apparently he's got it, at least sort of.
A couple of nights ago he winged a HOTWHEELS car and it banged into my china cabinet - barely missing the glass of the door. After I got done warming up his behind I'm down on my knees holding his upper arms giving him the old "Do you understand how dangerous it was to do that? You could have been hurt if that glass broke! If that glass broke...."
and he cuts me off and says "Lou would die, and then mommy and daddy would have no more Lou. Lou would be gone forever."
Oh my god. I burst into tears. Which I think upset him more. He crawled up on my lap and told me I was his sweetheart and not to cry that Lou was still here.
But still......I suppose I just can't even stand the thought of it said so matter of factly.
At least he's maybe getting the concept........
The Space Shuttle
So I am waiting with a worry that I can't express for the space shuttle to return.
I don't really know how to say why I'm so worried, or why I let it consume me like this. We all remember where we were or how we heard about Challenger, and Columbia (with Columbia the irony was I didn't turn on my TV for quite a while that morning - I thought stupid AOL had failed to mention their return). I woke up my husband, shook him from a sound beer induced slumber sobbing about the shuttle and that he had to wake up.
Why did I do that? I still don't understand it, except that maybe I didn't want to be that sad and all alone.
And why do I care now? Maybe it's because I feel like these people have been put into harms way for no good reason. Soyuz could go up and transfer goods to the International Space Station. Crappy old Soyuz works just fine. We watched the lift off at my work, and it was just so moving. Everyone watching on the TV then suddenly everyone ran outside because apparently on a clear day you can see the launches, even from Tampa. And while it was exciting I wasn't really all that worried about lift off. They figured out the O ring problem and conclusively their fix has worked over the last decade.
But this foam thing, and now the string hanging off the wing thing, and now the window curtain thing (are they going to fix that one?) I feel like the shuttle is falling apart, and their are PEOPLE on it.
When I was little, first and second grade, the WEEKLY READER would have stories about how some day we would fly to space on these ships that would land like airplanes. It was fantastic and so exciting for the future. I can remember taking my WEEKLY READER home and showing that picture to my dad, what the new space ships would like like. And he would tell me about how the day the men landed on the moon was his birthday - and he held me on his lap and it was
an exciting wonderful day.
Why did we pull the string out? WHY? The string, if I understand it, is like a fibrous grout between the tiles. It is made of some "able to withstand the heat of the sun" fabric that keeps the air and heat from getting between the tiles and melting the shuttle during re-entry.
AND WE PULLED IT OUT.
Is there more string under there? Do we now have two tiles with less than enough fiber between them to withstand re-entry.
NASA YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING BECAUSE I AM LOSING MY MIND.
I don't really know how to say why I'm so worried, or why I let it consume me like this. We all remember where we were or how we heard about Challenger, and Columbia (with Columbia the irony was I didn't turn on my TV for quite a while that morning - I thought stupid AOL had failed to mention their return). I woke up my husband, shook him from a sound beer induced slumber sobbing about the shuttle and that he had to wake up.
Why did I do that? I still don't understand it, except that maybe I didn't want to be that sad and all alone.
And why do I care now? Maybe it's because I feel like these people have been put into harms way for no good reason. Soyuz could go up and transfer goods to the International Space Station. Crappy old Soyuz works just fine. We watched the lift off at my work, and it was just so moving. Everyone watching on the TV then suddenly everyone ran outside because apparently on a clear day you can see the launches, even from Tampa. And while it was exciting I wasn't really all that worried about lift off. They figured out the O ring problem and conclusively their fix has worked over the last decade.
But this foam thing, and now the string hanging off the wing thing, and now the window curtain thing (are they going to fix that one?) I feel like the shuttle is falling apart, and their are PEOPLE on it.
When I was little, first and second grade, the WEEKLY READER would have stories about how some day we would fly to space on these ships that would land like airplanes. It was fantastic and so exciting for the future. I can remember taking my WEEKLY READER home and showing that picture to my dad, what the new space ships would like like. And he would tell me about how the day the men landed on the moon was his birthday - and he held me on his lap and it was
an exciting wonderful day.
Why did we pull the string out? WHY? The string, if I understand it, is like a fibrous grout between the tiles. It is made of some "able to withstand the heat of the sun" fabric that keeps the air and heat from getting between the tiles and melting the shuttle during re-entry.
AND WE PULLED IT OUT.
Is there more string under there? Do we now have two tiles with less than enough fiber between them to withstand re-entry.
NASA YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING BECAUSE I AM LOSING MY MIND.
The Space Shuttle
So I am waiting with a worry that I can't express for the space shuttle to return.
I don't really know how to say why I'm so worried, or why I let it consume me like this. We all remember where we were or how we heard about Challenger, and Columbia (with Columbia the irony was I didn't turn on my TV for quite a while that morning - I thought stupid AOL had failed to mention their return). I woke up my husband, shook him from a sound beer induced slumber sobbing about the shuttle and that he had to wake up.
Why did I do that? I still don't understand it, except that maybe I didn't want to be that sad and all alone.
And why do I care now? Maybe it's because I feel like these people have been put into harms way for no good reason. Soyuz could go up and transfer goods to the International Space Station. Crappy old Soyuz works just fine. We watched the lift off at my work, and it was just so moving. Everyone watching on the TV then suddenly everyone ran outside because apparently on a clear day you can see the launches, even from Tampa. And while it was exciting I wasn't really all that worried about lift off. They figured out the O ring problem and conclusively their fix has worked over the last decade.
But this foam thing, and now the string hanging off the wing thing, and now the window curtain thing (are they going to fix that one?) I feel like the shuttle is falling apart, and their are PEOPLE on it.
When I was little, first and second grade, the WEEKLY READER would have stories about how some day we would fly to space on these ships that would land like airplanes. It was fantastic and so exciting for the future. I can remember taking my WEEKLY READER home and showing that picture to my dad, what the new space ships would like like. And he would tell me about how the day the men landed on the moon was his birthday - and he held me on his lap and it was
an exciting wonderful day.
Why did we pull the string out? WHY? The string, if I understand it, is like a fibrous grout between the tiles. It is made of some "able to withstand the heat of the sun" fabric that keeps the air and heat from getting between the tiles and melting the shuttle during re-entry.
AND WE PULLED IT OUT.
Is there more string under there? Do we now have two tiles with less than enough fiber between them to withstand re-entry.
NASA YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING BECAUSE I AM LOSING MY MIND.
I don't really know how to say why I'm so worried, or why I let it consume me like this. We all remember where we were or how we heard about Challenger, and Columbia (with Columbia the irony was I didn't turn on my TV for quite a while that morning - I thought stupid AOL had failed to mention their return). I woke up my husband, shook him from a sound beer induced slumber sobbing about the shuttle and that he had to wake up.
Why did I do that? I still don't understand it, except that maybe I didn't want to be that sad and all alone.
And why do I care now? Maybe it's because I feel like these people have been put into harms way for no good reason. Soyuz could go up and transfer goods to the International Space Station. Crappy old Soyuz works just fine. We watched the lift off at my work, and it was just so moving. Everyone watching on the TV then suddenly everyone ran outside because apparently on a clear day you can see the launches, even from Tampa. And while it was exciting I wasn't really all that worried about lift off. They figured out the O ring problem and conclusively their fix has worked over the last decade.
But this foam thing, and now the string hanging off the wing thing, and now the window curtain thing (are they going to fix that one?) I feel like the shuttle is falling apart, and their are PEOPLE on it.
When I was little, first and second grade, the WEEKLY READER would have stories about how some day we would fly to space on these ships that would land like airplanes. It was fantastic and so exciting for the future. I can remember taking my WEEKLY READER home and showing that picture to my dad, what the new space ships would like like. And he would tell me about how the day the men landed on the moon was his birthday - and he held me on his lap and it was
an exciting wonderful day.
Why did we pull the string out? WHY? The string, if I understand it, is like a fibrous grout between the tiles. It is made of some "able to withstand the heat of the sun" fabric that keeps the air and heat from getting between the tiles and melting the shuttle during re-entry.
AND WE PULLED IT OUT.
Is there more string under there? Do we now have two tiles with less than enough fiber between them to withstand re-entry.
NASA YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING BECAUSE I AM LOSING MY MIND.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
What's In YOUR Wallet?
So last Twins Club meeting Becky and I won one round of Purse Bingo. Which got me to thinking about the amazing list of crap that IS in my purse (even more amazing was the stuff on the bingo card that I do not understand why you would have......) but I thought I would have a look see to see what it IS I am hauling around.
I am a bit of a purse fiend, and while I do not have a lot of purses, I like to carry a nice one.
I am bit like Clarice Starling ....with my good bag and my cheap shoes........but I digress....
In my current Prada jewel that my hubby bought me (it's actually a black monster, it's big) I am currently toting:
I am a bit of a purse fiend, and while I do not have a lot of purses, I like to carry a nice one.
I am bit like Clarice Starling ....with my good bag and my cheap shoes........but I digress....
In my current Prada jewel that my hubby bought me (it's actually a black monster, it's big) I am currently toting:
- One pseudo Louis Vuitton nail care kit
- One receipt from walmart 12.45 - says it was for some cards (birthday) and a "4guageliner" which I do not understand what that was.
- A check stub
- a kleenex of dubious cleanliness
- A money order receipt for my rent
- A Subway dinner order written on a post it (12 inch tuna on white with swiss, green pepers, onions and tomatoes, a meatball sbu with provelone, tomatoes and peppers, a 12 inch BMT and a kids meal- turkey and cheese)
- one of those envelope things they give you cash back in at the bank
- a 2005 monthly calendar that I write birthdays in and then never open after January
- My last 104k statement from ARAMARK
- A weight watchers points tracker
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a strange square envelope (empty)
- my business cards
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- A copy of the HIPAA act from some random doctor's office
- One receipt from Arbys on Waters avenue (roast beef combo with curly fries)
- One bandaid
- 4 more check stubs
- a copy of my mortgage pre-approval letter
- My Lowry park zoo family pass info
- a check stub
- A receipt from Starbucks(one venti coffee with cream and sugar, and a slice of lemon pound cake)
- A black barrette
- A receipt from Louis's pediatrician for my co-pay
- 2 Pens, one blue one black
- 2 antacids
- Another bandaid
- Receipt 30 in gas from 7-11
IN MY WALLET
Don't even get me started.....
In my lipstick case
14 different lipsticks, and 4 lipglosses.
Most of which I never actually wear.
Man, I DO carry around too much stuff.
What's In YOUR Wallet?
So last Twins Club meeting Becky and I won one round of Purse Bingo. Which got me to thinking about the amazing list of crap that IS in my purse (even more amazing was the stuff on the bingo card that I do not understand why you would have......) but I thought I would have a look see to see what it IS I am hauling around.
I am a bit of a purse fiend, and while I do not have a lot of purses, I like to carry a nice one.
I am bit like Clarice Starling ....with my good bag and my cheap shoes........but I digress....
In my current Prada jewel that my hubby bought me (it's actually a black monster, it's big) I am currently toting:
I am a bit of a purse fiend, and while I do not have a lot of purses, I like to carry a nice one.
I am bit like Clarice Starling ....with my good bag and my cheap shoes........but I digress....
In my current Prada jewel that my hubby bought me (it's actually a black monster, it's big) I am currently toting:
- One pseudo Louis Vuitton nail care kit
- One receipt from walmart 12.45 - says it was for some cards (birthday) and a "4guageliner" which I do not understand what that was.
- A check stub
- a kleenex of dubious cleanliness
- A money order receipt for my rent
- A Subway dinner order written on a post it (12 inch tuna on white with swiss, green pepers, onions and tomatoes, a meatball sbu with provelone, tomatoes and peppers, a 12 inch BMT and a kids meal- turkey and cheese)
- one of those envelope things they give you cash back in at the bank
- a 2005 monthly calendar that I write birthdays in and then never open after January
- My last 104k statement from ARAMARK
- A weight watchers points tracker
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a strange square envelope (empty)
- my business cards
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- a check stub
- A copy of the HIPAA act from some random doctor's office
- One receipt from Arbys on Waters avenue (roast beef combo with curly fries)
- One bandaid
- 4 more check stubs
- a copy of my mortgage pre-approval letter
- My Lowry park zoo family pass info
- a check stub
- A receipt from Starbucks(one venti coffee with cream and sugar, and a slice of lemon pound cake)
- A black barrette
- A receipt from Louis's pediatrician for my co-pay
- 2 Pens, one blue one black
- 2 antacids
- Another bandaid
- Receipt 30 in gas from 7-11
IN MY WALLET
Don't even get me started.....
In my lipstick case
14 different lipsticks, and 4 lipglosses.
Most of which I never actually wear.
Man, I DO carry around too much stuff.
Monday, August 01, 2005
So SICK!
So I am rarely sick. I am actually the sort of person who is a little annoyed at people who are always calling off of work because they are "sick". I'm pretty much a "take a pill and get your ass moving" sort of girl. I suppose I am probably marginally sick more often than others, I get the sniffles and sore throats a lot, but rarely am I "knock me on my ass I want to die" sick.
This morning was one of those mornings.
I woke up with this headache I still can't explain. It was blinding. It was all consuming. I could barely see the phone to dial in to work to tell my boss I wouldn't be in. I actually lay down on my living room floor for a few minutes after having made the call, trying to decide what could be wrong. My joints all ached, my back hurt - I was miserable. I stuffed some advil and some coke in me (coca cola people) and crawled back into bed.
Where I slept the day away. I got up for breakfast. I got up for lunch. I returned to my comfy pillowed heaven where silence and warmth swaddled me for most of the day.
Then I woke up this evening and it was gone. Just gone.
I feel like I wasted a whole day, but I also feel completely recharged. I am, as I type, enjoying a beer (Sam Adams Summer Ale) and pondering today's headache. Was THAT a migraine? I had "tension" headaches when I brought Louis home, and they were bad. This wasn't even in the same ballpark. Compartively - a tension headache is like stubbing your toe - vs. today's headache being like having your head cut off, with a spoon.
My mom has been a migraine person in the past, although never one of those "give me imitrex or give me death" migraine people. I wonder if I am becoming one?
This morning was one of those mornings.
I woke up with this headache I still can't explain. It was blinding. It was all consuming. I could barely see the phone to dial in to work to tell my boss I wouldn't be in. I actually lay down on my living room floor for a few minutes after having made the call, trying to decide what could be wrong. My joints all ached, my back hurt - I was miserable. I stuffed some advil and some coke in me (coca cola people) and crawled back into bed.
Where I slept the day away. I got up for breakfast. I got up for lunch. I returned to my comfy pillowed heaven where silence and warmth swaddled me for most of the day.
Then I woke up this evening and it was gone. Just gone.
I feel like I wasted a whole day, but I also feel completely recharged. I am, as I type, enjoying a beer (Sam Adams Summer Ale) and pondering today's headache. Was THAT a migraine? I had "tension" headaches when I brought Louis home, and they were bad. This wasn't even in the same ballpark. Compartively - a tension headache is like stubbing your toe - vs. today's headache being like having your head cut off, with a spoon.
My mom has been a migraine person in the past, although never one of those "give me imitrex or give me death" migraine people. I wonder if I am becoming one?
So SICK!
So I am rarely sick. I am actually the sort of person who is a little annoyed at people who are always calling off of work because they are "sick". I'm pretty much a "take a pill and get your ass moving" sort of girl. I suppose I am probably marginally sick more often than others, I get the sniffles and sore throats a lot, but rarely am I "knock me on my ass I want to die" sick.
This morning was one of those mornings.
I woke up with this headache I still can't explain. It was blinding. It was all consuming. I could barely see the phone to dial in to work to tell my boss I wouldn't be in. I actually lay down on my living room floor for a few minutes after having made the call, trying to decide what could be wrong. My joints all ached, my back hurt - I was miserable. I stuffed some advil and some coke in me (coca cola people) and crawled back into bed.
Where I slept the day away. I got up for breakfast. I got up for lunch. I returned to my comfy pillowed heaven where silence and warmth swaddled me for most of the day.
Then I woke up this evening and it was gone. Just gone.
I feel like I wasted a whole day, but I also feel completely recharged. I am, as I type, enjoying a beer (Sam Adams Summer Ale) and pondering today's headache. Was THAT a migraine? I had "tension" headaches when I brought Louis home, and they were bad. This wasn't even in the same ballpark. Compartively - a tension headache is like stubbing your toe - vs. today's headache being like having your head cut off, with a spoon.
My mom has been a migraine person in the past, although never one of those "give me imitrex or give me death" migraine people. I wonder if I am becoming one?
This morning was one of those mornings.
I woke up with this headache I still can't explain. It was blinding. It was all consuming. I could barely see the phone to dial in to work to tell my boss I wouldn't be in. I actually lay down on my living room floor for a few minutes after having made the call, trying to decide what could be wrong. My joints all ached, my back hurt - I was miserable. I stuffed some advil and some coke in me (coca cola people) and crawled back into bed.
Where I slept the day away. I got up for breakfast. I got up for lunch. I returned to my comfy pillowed heaven where silence and warmth swaddled me for most of the day.
Then I woke up this evening and it was gone. Just gone.
I feel like I wasted a whole day, but I also feel completely recharged. I am, as I type, enjoying a beer (Sam Adams Summer Ale) and pondering today's headache. Was THAT a migraine? I had "tension" headaches when I brought Louis home, and they were bad. This wasn't even in the same ballpark. Compartively - a tension headache is like stubbing your toe - vs. today's headache being like having your head cut off, with a spoon.
My mom has been a migraine person in the past, although never one of those "give me imitrex or give me death" migraine people. I wonder if I am becoming one?
