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superbadgirl) wrote2008-02-09 10:50 am
superbadgirl) wrote2008-02-09 10:50 am
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Headache to the left of me, agony to the right...
Here I am, stuck in the middle.
I'm growing very tired of the headache situation. I don't know how some of you all manage it. I'm only on day 5 and I want to rip my head off and toss it across the room. It was bad when it felt like someone was pinging me in the nose, sending barbs all the way to the base of my skull (up and around instead of a direct route) on the left side. Last night it all shifted to the right, and it's worse. :( The left side now feels thick and numb, while the right...I can't even describe it.
I blame the jackhole at the bus stop, who decided it was perfectly fine for him to smoke his damned cigar in the shelter. People aren't supposed to smoke in the shelters. People aren't supposed to smoke within 20 feet of the shelters. I had just left the adjacent one because of a cigarette smoker when Mr. Stogey sauntered on over and stood right next to me. I moved, but not before I could avoid the smoke and subsequent pain. Bastard.
Anyway, I know I shouldn't be sitting here in front of the computer whinging about it. I should be lying down (for what good it'll do me - I've slept and slept lately and it never helps). The problem is I left what paltry pain pills I have at work, so I have to venture out into the bright, bright, painful world to restock.
I'm not looking forward to it. What a way to spend the weekend. Two weekends in a row feeling like crap.
I'm growing very tired of the headache situation. I don't know how some of you all manage it. I'm only on day 5 and I want to rip my head off and toss it across the room. It was bad when it felt like someone was pinging me in the nose, sending barbs all the way to the base of my skull (up and around instead of a direct route) on the left side. Last night it all shifted to the right, and it's worse. :( The left side now feels thick and numb, while the right...I can't even describe it.
I blame the jackhole at the bus stop, who decided it was perfectly fine for him to smoke his damned cigar in the shelter. People aren't supposed to smoke in the shelters. People aren't supposed to smoke within 20 feet of the shelters. I had just left the adjacent one because of a cigarette smoker when Mr. Stogey sauntered on over and stood right next to me. I moved, but not before I could avoid the smoke and subsequent pain. Bastard.
Anyway, I know I shouldn't be sitting here in front of the computer whinging about it. I should be lying down (for what good it'll do me - I've slept and slept lately and it never helps). The problem is I left what paltry pain pills I have at work, so I have to venture out into the bright, bright, painful world to restock.
I'm not looking forward to it. What a way to spend the weekend. Two weekends in a row feeling like crap.
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