Wow. I was tryin to see if I could go for more than three days before I updated you...I can't. I'm a slave to you, sweetie. I need to tell you everything that ever crosses my mind during the day. The long sleepless nights where you're turned off and I'm, well, turned on...You've got me dying inside...I tell ya.Where have I been?
SaturdayWoke up. Sat around online. Got another fucking migraine. Cover myself in my bed and drown out the rest of the world through the self-hypnosis/relaxation tape courtesy of Frank. I eventually fall asleep. Three hours later, I call my dad and tell him I've had enough. "If this happens one more time, I'm considering jumping off a diving board and not swimming to safety." He says I should see a doctor in the area and I agree, yet remind myself that the last doctor told me two years ago that I didn't get them often enough to be a candidate for Imitrex. This week, I proved them wrong.
So, we decide that maybe I should go to the hospital to get checked out. Kevin and I head off to the ER at Albany Med Center and sit around for 2 hours before leaving with Tylenol w/Codeine and recommendations for doctors in the surrounding areas.
SundayVery little done/accomplished. I painted stuff and that was it. Then I dipped my hand in some violet paint, impressed it on my stomach and took a few photos for Dave. Yay that. I'm one step closer to pornography.
I can't think of much else that I did. I remember how I felt. I felt petrified of going to my French class the next morning because the last two times I'd been there, I got hit with a headache at the exact same time. The headaches caused me to miss my philosophy class. You don't want to do that to me.
I hate missing my philosophy class, can I just tell you that? I'm in love with my philosophy teacher and god bless him for how understanding he's been over the last week. I mean, this past Wednesday was the first class we'd had since Spring Break. Signs of the headaches began 10 minutes before the classes were to start. This means, until today, I hadn't been to this class since March 22nd. Luckily, Burkey's office is three doors down from the french class where the pain all began so I ran over and explained the situation to him.
Friday, he was kind enough to give me ibuprofen. Yay. Now the man is my supplier. Got a voice like Donald Sutherland without the lisp. This could get messy...if he wasn't twice Dave's age.
I don't know how I'm reminded of this, but I remember what I did yesterday. I went to the gym for the first time in two months and the only way I remember that is because the last time I went, I recall being preoccupied with the prospect of seeing Dave within 24 hours of our first date. Isn't that screwed up? I remember the days things happened by what I was obsessing over that day?
Two months, yo. This is like, a record for me or something. I wish I saw him more often.
TodaySurvived my French class without any headache. I sat in philosophy for the first time in 3 weeks and was satisfied. I felt like I was back in the game. Then, I got an appointment to see a doctor in the area at 4pm. I show up there, am seen within 20 minutes, and within 10 minutes of the consultation Dr. Hunter tells me that he's going to give me Imitrex.
Imitrex, people.
My god. Seven years of migraines later and I get it after ONE consultation with a NEW doctor. I'm thrilled about this, can I just say? Oh my god. This means, I'm no longer a slave to tylenol as a pre-emptive drug. In turn, this implies that my liver is now saved from years of drug induced, long-term damage.
Imitrex = Happy Sally!
And, I just found out that my roommate is going away to D.C. this Saturday night. I don't want to get my hopes up, too late, but uh, Dave could come over. Yum.
This has been a great day brought to you by school and drugs.
