I’m supposed to be writing today. I’ve half a dozen ideas for great blog posts whirling around in this crazy brain of mine. Instead, I’m lying flat on my back in bed, writing this on my iTouch. I’ve got a migraine like I have had most of the summer. I’m too miserable to read a book or magazine, listen to the radio (sorry NPR), or watch TV. I need to re-do my website header graphic and design a business card. I need to scope out new leads for article submissions.
I don’t have time for this being sick bullsh*t. Unfortunately, my body disagrees. The pain medicine isn’t working today so I don’t even get a respite.
For all the people who wonder why someone who walks and talks is still on disability, this is why: you can’t have a major, major insult to the brain stem without devastating, disabling headaches that leave you really really sick.
Yes, this is a bad one and yes, I’m pissed. I’ve got things to do, a life to live.
Thanks Amanda. Today is just a bad day. Thought maybe if I bitched about it things might turn around. It was worth a shot.
***hugs***
Thanks, guys. Yesterday was a bad day. I finally heard from my neurologist last night who had an idea about what to change with my meds so I may see some improvement in a few days. Btw, my neurologist is so freakin’ awesome I seriously considered writing about her in the Undomestic 10 as a “woman I admired”. But I didn’t want to invade her privacy so I’ll just say, “Dr. Jeanne Pallagi is brilliant!”
Here’s hoping today is a better day – or at the very least, the pain meds hold out long enough to get some work done.
Thanks for the support – I so appreciate it!