Beating the Clock
Today I got a headache. Since I swore off Advil, but haven't fully committed to Tylenol, it creates an unhealthy situation when headaches come. If I don't treat it relatively soon, my headache turns into a migraine. Migraines take me hours to recover from.
This afternoon when my headache came, I thought I could just power through it until work was over. Wrong! When I started sweating like a 50 year-old woman going through menopause, I knew I was in trouble. Unfortunately, headaches make it hard for me to think logically. This was my thought process:
Headache. Take Advil. No, take Tylenol. I never bought any. Go get some - work has those sample packets in the first aid kit. Okay I'll go do that. No wait, I don't have any water to take them with.
Le grande sigh. Why do I have to be so picky? Why must I be such a water snob? I won't drink from the water cooler because they never change the filter. It didn't occur to me to go downstairs and buy a bottle of water. Not feeling well = not thinking well.
Nice Partner is out of town. Tuna smirked as he said goodbye a couple of minutes after 5 p.m. So I made the executive decision that it was okay for me to leave work early, to race home, down some Tylenol, and see if I could stop the headache from turning to a migraine.
Just as I was about to close Outlook, an e-mail came in. Thinking it would be from Nice Partner, I looked at the preview pane. The e-mail was from a friend saying she was hungry but didn't want to cook, and asking if I wanted to get dinner. I responded saying I did, but was trying to ward off an impending migraine and I'd call her at 6 p.m. after I knew if the Tylenol I planned to take, took.
As I left work, I realized I had a check to deposit. Fuckity fuck. But magically there was no line. I've never gotten out of the bank so quickly before in my life. I rushed home, took Tylenol, laid down and tried all my pain tricks to make the headache go away.
I vaguely remember telling myself to focus, though I can't remember what I was supposed to be focusing on. When I next looked at the clock it was 6:43 p.m. Well that's not too bad - only 13 minutes late. I stumbled into the bathroom to wash my face, and then realized I might be off by a half hour. Whoops!
Apparently being a friend means forgiving someone for calling you 48 minutes later than you said you would. By the time we met up about a half hour later, my headache was gone.
This afternoon when my headache came, I thought I could just power through it until work was over. Wrong! When I started sweating like a 50 year-old woman going through menopause, I knew I was in trouble. Unfortunately, headaches make it hard for me to think logically. This was my thought process:
Headache. Take Advil. No, take Tylenol. I never bought any. Go get some - work has those sample packets in the first aid kit. Okay I'll go do that. No wait, I don't have any water to take them with.
Le grande sigh. Why do I have to be so picky? Why must I be such a water snob? I won't drink from the water cooler because they never change the filter. It didn't occur to me to go downstairs and buy a bottle of water. Not feeling well = not thinking well.
Nice Partner is out of town. Tuna smirked as he said goodbye a couple of minutes after 5 p.m. So I made the executive decision that it was okay for me to leave work early, to race home, down some Tylenol, and see if I could stop the headache from turning to a migraine.
Just as I was about to close Outlook, an e-mail came in. Thinking it would be from Nice Partner, I looked at the preview pane. The e-mail was from a friend saying she was hungry but didn't want to cook, and asking if I wanted to get dinner. I responded saying I did, but was trying to ward off an impending migraine and I'd call her at 6 p.m. after I knew if the Tylenol I planned to take, took.
As I left work, I realized I had a check to deposit. Fuckity fuck. But magically there was no line. I've never gotten out of the bank so quickly before in my life. I rushed home, took Tylenol, laid down and tried all my pain tricks to make the headache go away.
I vaguely remember telling myself to focus, though I can't remember what I was supposed to be focusing on. When I next looked at the clock it was 6:43 p.m. Well that's not too bad - only 13 minutes late. I stumbled into the bathroom to wash my face, and then realized I might be off by a half hour. Whoops!
Apparently being a friend means forgiving someone for calling you 48 minutes later than you said you would. By the time we met up about a half hour later, my headache was gone.
posted by Green at 8/14/2006 10:19:00 PM
3 Comments:
"Fuckity fuck"...I love it! You are too funny!!!!!
I love your blog, keep it coming!
Sounds like you have really had a rough time lately. I understand about the migraines. I hate when I don't notice or pay attention enough to a headache to prevent it from getting worse.
How come you swore off advil. My life practically revolves around advil and advil pm. Tylenol unfortunately just doesn't cut it.
Charlene
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