In the spirit of the holiday I'll pretend I don't wanna vomit.
Today I woke up at 4:30 a.m.
BING!
Wide awake.
No racing thoughts, no stress, no sickness, just awake. Wide.Freaking.Awake.
I laid there, cozy as could be under my pile of blankets for at least an hour before nodding back to sleep. I finally woke up at 9:30 this morning which is very late for me.
I woke up with a dull roar in my head.
I'm not one to take meds at the first sign of this or that so I don't usually have meds in the house. The last time I took something for a headache I ended up sicker than I was to start with and vomiting for about 24 hours. Turns out whatever I took had expired.
Like four years prior.
I've since stopped purchasing headache medicine.
I grew up in a house where the medical philosophy was "take a nap". Naps cured everything from chicken pox to broken bones to the boubonic plague in our house. If whatever was ailing you impaired your ability to nap you might be able to score something medicinal, but otherwise we slept off everything.
As a child I always felt like our medical philosophy went squarely against my mothers training and work in the medical field but I was young and just did whatever I was told.
Did so.
Headaches are rare for me, I bet I get one a year if that and when I do they aren't usually too bad. Today was no different.
After grazing on a bowl ofsugar milk Lucky To Be Charming Cereal and exchanging emails with Marky Mark, I meandered in the direction of the shower thinking the hot steam might just cure my dull roar of a headache.
No such luck.
Like I said earlier though, headaches don't take me down so after my shower I decided to get busy with doing some serious work in my office. I dragged damn near everything out to the hallway and started rearranging furniture. I moved my desk closer to the window and scrubbed and vaccuumed every inch of the room. It has come to my attention that I need to shampoo the rug in this room but I'll get to that another day when I actually have the carpet shampooer in my possession.
(Private note to mom: Do you still have dad's carpet shampooer and is "shampooer" a word? Let me know. Thanks.)
Now to completely confuse you, my darling readers, I should backtrack and tell you about last night. Nothing in my disclaimer promises that my posts will be in any logical sequence whatsoever so lets rewind to yesterday shall we:
I was exhausted last night and did absolutely nothing but lay on my living room floor under a pile of blankets and watch TV after I got home. I felt fine, just completely worn out. I have no clue what I watched on TV last night. For the first 2 hours or so I was so tired I was in a zombie-like zone and have no clue what I watched.
Around 6:00 last night The Date called and I listened to himbrag about tell me what he was cooking his kids for dinner while I sliced up my once frozen cheese pizza. Not too far into the conversation I got the honor of laughing out loud at him when his smoke detectors went off again.
Perhaps a good oven cleaning is in order, Mr. Date?
After a few phone conversations with him I decided to make tracks towards my bed to do some reading and journalling and by 10pm it was lights out.
That my friends, is the sexy good time that single mothers have on Friday nights when their children are elsewhere.
Don't hate me because I'mbeautiful boring as hell.
Now back to today.
After getting my office mostly put back together this afternoon my dull roar of a headache had migrated to my stomach and I was fairly certain Ralph was on his way. It was at that point that I decided to finally go take my nap.
I didn't fall asleep right away and never did look at a clock. If I had to guess I'd say I was down for about an hour when The Date called.
He likes to talk on the phone can ya tell?
He decided to phone andtorture me with let me know what he and his kids are having for dinner tonight. I listened intently while I made tracks towards my own kitchen. By the time he got into describing their dessert I was stirring my microwaveable mashed potatos so I could return them to the microwave for their final 60 seconds on "HIGH".
Yum.
Not.
The nap took care of Ralph and I haven't seen any sign of the party in my head that was there earlier. When I was 21 I would have took this miraculous healing to mean that it is time to go out and rip up the town until 4am but now that I'm 22 *coughs*shutup*coughs* I think I'll do the responsible thing tonight and fold laundry while ringing in the New Year.
What does your New Years weekend look like?
BING!
Wide awake.
No racing thoughts, no stress, no sickness, just awake. Wide.Freaking.Awake.
I laid there, cozy as could be under my pile of blankets for at least an hour before nodding back to sleep. I finally woke up at 9:30 this morning which is very late for me.
I woke up with a dull roar in my head.
I'm not one to take meds at the first sign of this or that so I don't usually have meds in the house. The last time I took something for a headache I ended up sicker than I was to start with and vomiting for about 24 hours. Turns out whatever I took had expired.
Like four years prior.
I've since stopped purchasing headache medicine.
I grew up in a house where the medical philosophy was "take a nap". Naps cured everything from chicken pox to broken bones to the boubonic plague in our house. If whatever was ailing you impaired your ability to nap you might be able to score something medicinal, but otherwise we slept off everything.
As a child I always felt like our medical philosophy went squarely against my mothers training and work in the medical field but I was young and just did whatever I was told.
Did so.
Headaches are rare for me, I bet I get one a year if that and when I do they aren't usually too bad. Today was no different.
After grazing on a bowl of
No such luck.
Like I said earlier though, headaches don't take me down so after my shower I decided to get busy with doing some serious work in my office. I dragged damn near everything out to the hallway and started rearranging furniture. I moved my desk closer to the window and scrubbed and vaccuumed every inch of the room. It has come to my attention that I need to shampoo the rug in this room but I'll get to that another day when I actually have the carpet shampooer in my possession.
(Private note to mom: Do you still have dad's carpet shampooer and is "shampooer" a word? Let me know. Thanks.)
Now to completely confuse you, my darling readers, I should backtrack and tell you about last night. Nothing in my disclaimer promises that my posts will be in any logical sequence whatsoever so lets rewind to yesterday shall we:
I was exhausted last night and did absolutely nothing but lay on my living room floor under a pile of blankets and watch TV after I got home. I felt fine, just completely worn out. I have no clue what I watched on TV last night. For the first 2 hours or so I was so tired I was in a zombie-like zone and have no clue what I watched.
Around 6:00 last night The Date called and I listened to him
Perhaps a good oven cleaning is in order, Mr. Date?
After a few phone conversations with him I decided to make tracks towards my bed to do some reading and journalling and by 10pm it was lights out.
That my friends, is the sexy good time that single mothers have on Friday nights when their children are elsewhere.
Don't hate me because I'm
Now back to today.
After getting my office mostly put back together this afternoon my dull roar of a headache had migrated to my stomach and I was fairly certain Ralph was on his way. It was at that point that I decided to finally go take my nap.
I didn't fall asleep right away and never did look at a clock. If I had to guess I'd say I was down for about an hour when The Date called.
He likes to talk on the phone can ya tell?
He decided to phone and
Yum.
Not.
The nap took care of Ralph and I haven't seen any sign of the party in my head that was there earlier. When I was 21 I would have took this miraculous healing to mean that it is time to go out and rip up the town until 4am but now that I'm 22 *coughs*shutup*coughs* I think I'll do the responsible thing tonight and fold laundry while ringing in the New Year.
What does your New Years weekend look like?
1 Comments:
In my family, it was always powder that took care of everything. Fell down and scraped your knee? Put powder on it. Headache? Sprinkle some powder on your head! Broken arm? Here's some powder - go to town!
I might have exaggerated those last two but I spent my childhood rubbing talc into open wounds. It will amaze me if I don't get some sort of terrible talc-related disease in my old age.
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