General Updates

It’s been busy around here so I haven’t really had time for a real update. So let me backtrack slightly and get caught up on some of the bigger events.

First, Friday my W2 finally arrived! I filed that night. I just might have it in time to pay off the Care Credit card before the next payment is due. That would be fabulous!

Saturday was a crazy day as it was Love’s Dad’s 70th surprise birthday party. He had no idea and relatives from three states came in for it. We had to pick up Love’s sister and her husband from the airport that morning (the ones we went to their wedding in NC a few summers ago.) The day was miserably rainy but everything worked out and his Dad was SO surprised. Not only did he not know there was a party, he had no clue the out-of-state family would make it. It was sweet.

Sunday we had a ton of errands to catch up on since I had my bi-weekly meeting Friday (and thus got home late) and Saturday was tied up in the party.

Monday I was beat but of course had to go to work. But it was a fiasco. First, my boss Erik spills his yogurt all over the carpet next to the cube diagonally from me. He wipes it up. About an hour goes by and my head is really starting to kill me. Serious and suddenly very bad. There was a storm moving in and the pressure was changing and the front was really screwing with my head. So I get up, fill my big mug with ice (I bring a plastic mug in each day and start my day off with hot tea, then I rinse it out, add ice and drink water normally) and pop open my emergency soda in my lunch bag. I try to keep a caffeinated beverage in there at all times because sometimes some caffeine can help stave off a headache/migraine.

So full mug of ice and a whole can of soda, just took an Aleve and the lady who was using the cube diagonally from me goes and grabs some spray bottle and just starts soaking the carpet. I’m sitting there about 10 seconds and I realize whatever she sprayed, it’s full of bleach. I simply can NOT be around bleach. Ever, period, end of story. It just immediately makes me ill. (Love’s brother is the same way; he doesn’t get migraines or anything but bleach just kills him.) I jump up and quickly move away. One of the ladies asks what’s wrong so I tell her. She says, “oh….” and suggests I let Erik know. So I do.

Meanwhile, the lady who sprayed it is all defensive and rude. No apology, no, Oh I’m sorry, I had no idea! just “well, it had to be done” and “I barely used any.” Now I get she was worried about the yogurt going rancid but there’s no reason to be a rude bitch about it! It seriously makes me physically ill, show a modicum of common decency even if you think it’s stupid. So my boss grabs his little desk fan to set up on my desk to help circulate the air and blow the smell away…and knocks over my entire mug of ice and soda. So now I’m having to stand there at my cube, helping clean up the soda while smelling the bleach as my head just pounds. Plus, I just lost my whole soda! Grr. I mopped everything up and went outside for fresh air. After, I spent another half hour with my destroyed paperwork, reprinting what I could, wiping down my desk and spreading out to dry what I didn’t have additional copies of. Oh and, I had to go buy myself another soda.

So yesterday sucked.

Also, last night because of the migraine, I got really, really sad. It’s a relatively new symptom for me after attacks. Even after the head pain part starts getting better, I get deep feelings of sadness, hopelessness and all around just feeling really low. Ten years ago when I had a migraine, I didn’t get this kind of thing. My migraines have changed a lot over the last few years between the aura-without-headache migraine attacks, the post migraine sadness, the vertigo, etc. There’s nothing I’m sad about and there’s logically no reason to be sad, but I know migraines disrupt serotonin levels in the brain and people who are migraineurs tend to have lower serotonin levels in general so I’m sure it’s just a brain chemistry disruption. Still, it sucks feeling so sad like that. Last night before bed I just wanted to cry even though I wasn’t sad about anything specific and I recognized it was just a post-migraine symptom. It still feels real, you know?

And that about catches up. Today is another damned work day. (Boo) I just do NOT feel like dealing with it today. (Then again, I don’t feel like dealing with it most days!) I’m still in the hangover a bit from the migraine yesterday and my mood is still depressed a bit. Just don’t want to put on the happy face you know?