My Weekend and My Weak End (aka mah butt)
Jan. 28th, 2019 02:04 pmQuiet Monday, laden with mild flare ups and tamping down a plot in my body to upend my stomach.
The night before, I had a nasty migraine pick up. I'm tempted to think it might have triggered from too many carbs, though I spent Sunday sniffling and being low energy. Even now I'm feeling a bit weak.
Normally sleep is what fixes a bad headache, which is why I'm surprised I woke up in the middle of the night to the worst vice grip of a pain through my head meats.
I'm currently feeling weak from symptoms that ranged between cold symptoms, to wanting to empty my body out from both ends, to fatigue, to residuals from aforementioned headache that is still pinging out at bright lights. Michelle offered to drive me home if it gets that too bad, but I want to finish the day while
So as I sip ginger beer and tamp down the cocktail of ibuprofin and aspirin, I'll discuss what happened this weekend, because there was quite a bit.
( Describing the weekend, Fyrefest, and the great boweling )
I feel weak. My grip doesn't feel as strong as it should be, but that might be from rampant emptying of my bowels. I told Michelle it feels like I have dysentery. Even if it's the case, that means that I should be fine as long as I stay hydrated, which I am.
I felt so bad about what happened that I cleaned the toilet this morning in repentance.
I kept telling myself I'd fix her gloves, but didn't. UGH.
I also didn't even put any time into the computer, double UGH.
I'm hoping I can make tonight a quick one, but given how cold and snowy it was yesterday, I think that's a pipe dream.
Michelle said we're under a polar vortex, and mentioned that she's probably going to head home instead of wait for me.
I told her even if I went home, I still should do the second job. I'm more concerned though that we'll be heading home late as a result of me being so slow. I'll keep powering through. I just keep thinking of the horse in Animal Farm and I know I'm not ready for that glue factory yet.
I took photos of the fire chicken, I'll see about sharing later on.
The night before, I had a nasty migraine pick up. I'm tempted to think it might have triggered from too many carbs, though I spent Sunday sniffling and being low energy. Even now I'm feeling a bit weak.
Normally sleep is what fixes a bad headache, which is why I'm surprised I woke up in the middle of the night to the worst vice grip of a pain through my head meats.
I'm currently feeling weak from symptoms that ranged between cold symptoms, to wanting to empty my body out from both ends, to fatigue, to residuals from aforementioned headache that is still pinging out at bright lights. Michelle offered to drive me home if it gets that too bad, but I want to finish the day while
So as I sip ginger beer and tamp down the cocktail of ibuprofin and aspirin, I'll discuss what happened this weekend, because there was quite a bit.
( Describing the weekend, Fyrefest, and the great boweling )
I feel weak. My grip doesn't feel as strong as it should be, but that might be from rampant emptying of my bowels. I told Michelle it feels like I have dysentery. Even if it's the case, that means that I should be fine as long as I stay hydrated, which I am.
I felt so bad about what happened that I cleaned the toilet this morning in repentance.
I kept telling myself I'd fix her gloves, but didn't. UGH.
I also didn't even put any time into the computer, double UGH.
I'm hoping I can make tonight a quick one, but given how cold and snowy it was yesterday, I think that's a pipe dream.
Michelle said we're under a polar vortex, and mentioned that she's probably going to head home instead of wait for me.
I told her even if I went home, I still should do the second job. I'm more concerned though that we'll be heading home late as a result of me being so slow. I'll keep powering through. I just keep thinking of the horse in Animal Farm and I know I'm not ready for that glue factory yet.
I took photos of the fire chicken, I'll see about sharing later on.