That whole Mars/Venus thing

I have a migraine. I started getting it last night, and not even sleeping for hours after popping Vicodin has alleviated it. I attempted to go to work today, but was obviously subdued while there. When every move makes your head feel as if it's going to explode, it's understandable, I think.

What kills me is this - *women* all asked me if I was doing all right, said I didn't look well. Men all assumed I was being dour.

Mail Lady, who I don't even know and rarely see (she's a sub): Hey, you feeling okay?
Me: I'm all right. Migraine.
ML: Good grief, why are you here?

Bossman, sarcastic as hell: Well, aren't *you* chipper today?
Me: I. Have. A. Migraine.
Bossman: Oh. (runs away)


It's astonishing that I can look and act the same with both genders and have such different reactions.

Going to crawl back under blankie now.