Well the stomach situation is getting better. Finally. Every hour you're dealing with a stomach bug feels like a day. So, this being the third day of ickiness, feeling better is a good thing.
We spent the afternoon out-and-about looking at the new Michaels and the new Super Target that opened this weekend. I got some more sculpey (to make horns) that was only .88 cents each! (it's normally $1.99 each). Whoo hoo! The Michaels was like a warehouse, it was awesome. The Super Target was cool and it was huge too. They just had everything you get at a normal Target only way more. And then the whole food section. Very neat. We picked up some food and it's cooking now.
Still haven't had a chance to get around the net today so I'm still really behind on everything. Probably will be Monday before I catch up. I just hadn't felt like being at the computer the last couple days - not feeling well meant I had very little attention span for things, let alone for the net - so I've not been to any of my regular haunts. Some drive-bys on my forums just to keep an eye on things.
Well, food's up so I'm heading away from the pc yet again. ;) Parting is such sweet sorrow. *lol* Ta for now.
Ugh. The stomach fun just gets better and better. Sufficive to say though, you really, really don't want the details. Holy shit though. Let's just leave it at I was super scared earlier in the evening because things just weren't what they were supposed to be. Looks like everything should be ok and that it's just a minor side-effect of the original problem, but oy....not a fun night at all.
Aaaaaaanyway.... I think I'm going to go to bed and not think about my, er, problems. This is just one of the many, many days where I hate my stomach. The wonderful thing about being asleep though is that you're not thinking about physical problems. Which is a really good thing. The sooner I get better the better.
Hope everyone had a less eventful night then I did. I haven't really bothered to look anywhere online - spent the entirity of the day watching various tv programs and well, visiting the restroom. No real pc time. I'll catch up in the next couple days most like. Ta for now.
Man, somewhere between last night and waking up today, it seems like I picked up a stomach bug. One of those nasty 24-hour things (I hope! I better not still be sick tomorrow...ugh) that leaves you miserable all day. My stomach was so painful today, and giving me all sorts of fun times with getting sick. Joy. I'll leave the details to your imagination. I made myself some chicken noodle soup (my magic cure-all food when I don't feel well) and managed to eat the whole thing. My Love came home from work, my friend Jef came over and I decided to lie down for a bit. I ended up going to sleep for about an hour and change. I woke up feeling better - my stomach's still unsettled, but I don't feel so ready to lose it - but also that damned feeling of being hungry despite knowing you can't really eat anything without making things worse. There's nothing more annoying then wanting to eat everything in your cabinets when you know you're stomach had a hard time handling soup and saltines. Blah. I compromised and made myself a PB&J a little while ago but I'm still feeling way over hungry.
Got an email back from Disney - FINALLY, I sent the message on the 1st of the month - but it's just another note to say they'll be back in touch:
Thank you for writing to the Walt Disney WorldŽ Resort.
We appreciate the time you took to contact us. We wanted to let you know that we have received your comments and are reviewing them with the areas concerned. You can expect to hear from one of our correspondents within the next few weeks.
Sincerely,
Executive Offices Walt Disney WorldŽ Resort
*sigh* A couple more weeks? Sheesh. It's cool and all that it's the "executive offices" that are looking into it rather then the peon who answers questions on park hours, but still. Damn people, you know, how hard is it to reply to someone? Then again, I suppose they get way more email then I do and I'm shitty about getting back to mine. One of the reasons I don't have a multi-billion dollar corporation, I'm just not good about customer service. *lol*
Ah well. That's the sum of it with me. Damn I'm hungry. Grr. And there's very little in the house in the way of food, let alone food that's more of a bland nature that's suitable for eating when you've got the Stomach From Hell day going on. We're just broke until the 17th, so there's no budget for really getting food items either. We've been eating whatever we can peice together for individual meals (rather then going out and buying say, chicken and cooking up an actual dinner for both of us) that was laying around the house, but we're pretty much out now. We've eaten all our tv dinners and such so the pantry's pretty bare. Eh, I'll survive. Not like I've never skipped a meal before.
Didn't sleep all that well last night. My head's been twinging slightly all day - though luckily, so far, I've avoided an actual headache let alone another migraine. Just that uncomfortable rumblings that can turn out to be nothing, or signal another attack. Last night I had so much trouble falling asleep and then woke up many times because of small noises. Sometimes when I have a migraine (such as last night), I lose control of my brain. What I mean is I feel like suddenly I'm stuck in a small box where there's hundreds of things going on - pictures, memories, voices, snippits of song, colors so bright they hurt, etc. - and I can't ignore them and I can't make them go away. It's like being surrounded by hundreds of tv's, each one on a different channel and I can't make them stop or go away. I laid there in agony like that for almost an hour before I was able to visualize sweeping at least some of it away, enough to let my exhaustion carry me the rest of the way into the welcome blackness of unconsciousness. But, my every hyper tabby cat, Mika, took that moment to jump up on me and purr/mrrow at me only to wake me back up. She had been sleeping on the bed because she always sleeps there in the evenings and going to lay down at about midnight was earlier then normal for anyone to go to bed. I tossed her off me and tried to allow myself to slip back into sleep. I didn't want to get stressed by being woken up and risk the onslaught of images again. It only sort of worked. I kept most - though not all - of it out of my head but I just couldn't find the edge that would let me cross back over into sleep. My Love came to bed shortly after and he said soothing words and held my hand to try to help me fall back asleep. Finally I did, though I woke up again at some point in the night. Then he got up for work but I was able to quickly fall back asleep from that. Then the lawn people came in the morning and the inconsistant sound of the edgers and blowers turning on then turning off, then reving up, then slowing down was nails-on-a-chalkboard for me. Finally they left and once again I was able to doze off. The next thing to wake me was the sound of someone pounding on something. thwap! thwap! thwap! It too stopped and I dozed fitfully for a little while, finally giving up and getting out of bed.
My head did feel mostly better after waking, but I was still so tired. I fed the kitty and watched some tv. It felt like my head was just getting worse. I decided to lay down and try to take a small nap in the hopes of clearing my head and keeping another migraine from taking hold. I woke up startled by something, but I don't know what. It was about an hour later and I was feeling really uncomfortable and overheated so I decided to take a shower.
Since then I've felt mostly alright, but still just not great. I think having the migraine yesterday, not really eating anything yesterday, the broken sleep and the stress over worrying about getting another one today has just all combined to make this a rather blah day. On the good side of things, there's new West Wing to watch (I so hope that it gets better. Last week's episode was such a disappointment. Oh Aaron, why did you leave the show?), a new Angel I'll be recording to watch later (since they come on at the same time and since Spike is now on Angel), and the start of the NHL season tonight with a Boston Bruin's game. The cable company's doing a free-preview week so we'll get to see it (ESPN has one of three games on and we're not sure which we'll see in this market). What sucks though is that the cable box can only record two things at once - and you have to watch one of the two things. The Boston game is on at 8pm. Which means at 9pm, there will be THREE things we want to see. Ugh. Most nights there's nothing on that I want to see and tonight there's THREE. Bah. Hopefully ESPN will show the Boston game in our market so my Love can watch on the tv in the bedroom which doesn't have a cable box (and therefore doesn't get the preview channel) that for the hour West Wing/Angel is on and he can watch those after via the recording.
Anyway, that was the fun of my night. I hate migraines. And I hate the fact that even when I don't do anything - I know my triggers and I gave up all kinds of food items to keep from getting them - I still get them. It's like just knowing that sometimes, no matter what you do, you're going to be crippled with pain out of nowhere and with no way to make it stop. I also hate the fact that the rescue medication for stopping a migraine attack costs like $200 for nine pills (and some require that you take 2-3 pills for one attack), which is WAY more then I can afford without insurance. Hell, even WITH insurance, the Imitrex I tried (which didn't work, but there are many more types of triptans out there that might) was $40 for nine pills. Ugh. It's like my body just up and betrays me and there's nothing I can do about it. I hate that people don't get the seriousness of it and I hate that so many people think it's "just a bad headache." I also hate how many people call their bad headaches "migraines" when they're not. I have a medical condition, not bad headaches so do us all a favor and stop belittling the condition by jumping on the bandwagon. Ten years now I've been getting them and there's fuck-all I can do about it.
/rant
This time for real, I think I'm just going to end the entry. I'm grumpy still from not sleeping well and from the after-stress of the migraine, so I'll just close here.
Ugh, it's just been a crap day. I was crying earlier and couldn't stop. Just a bunch of things really, no one thing. Kush, life, whatever, just stuff you know? Then again, it is coming this weekend, so maybe I'm just being hormonal. I've got a headache now that feels like it wants to turn into a migraine. Oh gods I can't stand getting migraines. I'm restless but I'm also tired. I don't want to do anything and I'm just feeling crappy. I'm hungry but I feel sick to my stomach. One of those days that in hindsight, maybe I should just have stayed in bed.
Blah. I'm migrating to the couch in the hopes getting away from the monitor will do me some good. I left for a bit but then finding nothing that held my interest on tv - and what is it with having like 225 channels and there's STILL nothing on?? - so I came back for a few but now I'm regretting it. It's killing my eyes.
Hung out over Rand's house yesterday and watched the Trading Spaces: 100 Grand episode. It was pretty cool. I was jealous the entire time. Not only did they both get $50,000 make-over - all new furnature, appliances, flooring, etc. - but Sony donated 42" plasma tv's and sound systems in addition to the $50G's! Holy cow. *drools*
I want a house. More then that, I just want out of this neighborhood. My Love's right; it's gone WAY downhill. Suddenly, we're living in the ghetto. The buildings are nice and we have a good amount of space and all, but... it's so... trashy now. Believe me, I'm not being snobby, it's really just a bad group of people that have taken over. Suddenly the tracks have landed and we're on the wrong side of them. My building is an episode of Jerry Springer. I'm not kidding. Ex-cons, babies running around without parents and without clothes, drop-down screaming fights as a regular event (complete with every obscenity in the book and the always-fun man-screaming-at-pregnant-girlfriend-threatening-to-kick-her-out-as-he-calls-her-a-btich sessions), people leaving their trash out on the public walkways and areas, empty beer bottles and cig butts EVERYWHERE - it's just gross and is making me really uncomfortable about being here alone all day long. It's just turning into a bad place to live. I think the complex has changed to like Section 8 housing - low income, government supported type thing. We still don't know when our lease is up, where we're going to move or how we're going to afford to move (let alone raise our rent because it will go up no matter what), but we do need to get out of here. It's just not a good place to be anymore and I don't want to be in the middle of it.
Ah well, wet hair needs to be blow-dried so I'll close this now before I get too bummed out.
